Long behold Chapter 17 makes an appearance.

Hey, I know many IchiHime lovers read chapter 589 in Bleach. I couldn't help but squeal from Ichigo blushing as well. Too cute!

Without further ado... Enjoy!

Edit: 30/07/2023

King Defeated?

Orihime sat at her desk twirling her pen between her middle finger and her thumb. She couldn't help but daydream about the weekend that she had shared with Ichigo. He took her to places that she had never been before, around Tokyo and sexually. They went on breakfast dates, lunch dates, and dinner dates. And after each date, they would have breathtaking sex. She doesn't even know how many times she came that whole weekend, but it was more than she could count.

She dropped her pen and turned her chair around to face the window that looked over Tokyo. She moved her hands under her plaid skirt and began to remove her pantyhose. Along with her pantyhose, she took her lace panties along for the ride. Orihime kicked off her pumps before kicking off her pantyhose and panties. She pulled up her skirt and then parted her legs while moving her hand to her awaiting sex. She moaned when she began to play with her clit.

When she started to get into a steady rhythm, her office phone began to ring. Groaning in frustration, she turned her chair around. She snatched the phone and snapped at the person on the other line.

"What?"

"Well good morning to you Ms. Inoue," responded the voice on the other end. Orihime jolted.

"I'm sorry," she smiled trailing her fingers along her thigh. "I was just thinking about you."

"Yeah? How so?" Ichigo asked.

"You made me so wet; I couldn't help but play with myself." Orihime moved her fingers and started to massage herself again. She moaned when she heard him chuckle on the other end.

"Are you satisfied with just your fingers?"

"You know I'm not," she groaned.

"Oh, that's not good," he huffed on the phone. "We must do something about that. How about I help you?" Orihime stopped playing with herself and stood up.

"I'll be there in 10 minutes." Orihime threw the phone down and struggled to put her pumps on. She snatched her undergarments from the floor and went to grab her purse off her couch when her assistant came in.

"Ma'am?" Momo was confused when she saw her getting ready to leave and undergarments in hand. "Uh um I have your daily assignments for the day…" she said lifting up a couple of folders. "I'm sorry but are you going somewhere?" Momo said staring at the undergarments.

"Yes, I have a meeting with Mr. Kurosaki." Orihime shoved her panties and pantyhose into her purse. "I'll be back in an hour… maybe three. Just hold my calls." She smiled and ran out.

"Ms. Inoue!" Momo stuck her head out of the office, but her boss was already gone. She huffed. "Maybe this merger is finally off hold."

Ichigo listened to Renji blab on about his weekend and how he almost got laid. Ichigo rolled his eyes. He looked at his watch and realized it's been 20 minutes since she hung up. He stood up and walked to his window overlooking Tokyo. He could not see her office building from where his office was located in the building, but he knew her job was not too far.

"What's got you on edge?" Renji asked out of curiosity. Ichigo groaned and ran his hand through his hair. She really had something over him and him over her. "Is it the merger? Or is it your crazy ex-girlfriend Senna." Ichigo snapped his head towards Renji. He had forgotten all about that lunatic. But before he could answer, the door swung open revealing the most beautiful woman he has seen.

With her auburn hair in small loose curls, a white quarter sleeve button shirt, and a high waist plaid skirt that stopped just above her knees with black stilettos to keep her outfit together; she was beautiful with her flushed face, either from rushing her or from being horny but he couldn't care less.

"Renji get out."

The redhead was confused by his boss' sudden change of attitude. It was like he was a different person. Standing up he felt the tense aura around the two.

"If you would excuse me." he stood and slipped out the door closing it behind him. The two bright-haired people stood in silence staring at one another with high intensity.

"Orihime you're late." Ichigo said after breaking the silence. He walked over to the door to lock it. Orihime did not move, she only shifted her eyes to follow his moves.

Ichigo listened to her breathing as it came out ragged. He moved behind her, hearing her breath quicken.

"So do you think it's okay to pleasure yourself without me there?" he whispered. He moved his hand to her neck, moving her hair to reveal the smooth pale skin. Her breathing increased from his lingering touches. He placed butterfly kisses on her neck. Orihime closed her eyes from the soft contact. "All weekend… we fucked like it was a battle… but… it seems that whole time you spent with me… made your body crave for mine. It misses my touch…" Ichigo said between each kiss. He then started sucking on her neck leaving his mark.

Orihime felt her knees give out, but Ichigo held her around the waist. He turned her around and pushed her against the wall near the door. Their lips locked and the heated kiss began. She wrapped her arms around his neck while the other hand ran through his hair. Leaving her lips, he attacked her neck again. He knew she had to go back to work, so he didn't rip her blouse open. He unbuttoned her top with rushed fingers. Her white bra made him think how innocent she had been with him. Pushing her shirt off her body, he kissed the top of each breast while he moved to unhook her bra. Freeing her, he pushed her breast together. He then put both of her hard nipples in his awaiting mouth.

Orihime cried out in pleasure as he sucked on her nipples tenderly. She closed her eyes taking in the ecstasy that he was giving her. She couldn't resist him. Popping her breasts out of his mouth, he kissed and sucked her skin while making his way down. Not bothering to remove her skirt, Ichigo pushed her skirt up. He suddenly stopped his movements.

She opened her eyes and gazed at him. "Why did you stop?"

"You came prepared, I see?"

"Wha-?" She just remembered that before coming here she didn't put her panties on. "I couldn't wait to see you," she smiled.

Ichigo smirked. He went down on his knees while he took one of her legs and popped it on top of his shoulder. He watched as her sex was dripping from pleasure. He took his finger and started to finger her while he played with her clit. Orihime moaned. He pulled his finger out and sucked on it. She still tastes just as delightful as ever. He started to consume her sex catching every essence that fell. Orihime gripped his hair for dear life. She rolled her eyes back and started to grind against his face. Sucking, biting, and pulling had Orihime going crazy she felt herself about to explode. Ichigo knowing she will give in soon, continued to swirl her clit around his tongue as he fingered her.

Orihime pulled on Ichigo's hair while crying out as her orgasm came with full force. He sucked and cleansed her making sure not to let anything escape. Letting her leg slide off his shoulder Ichigo stood up and captured her lips. She didn't mind tasting herself. He let go of her lips to watch her expression. The flushed cheeks and tender abused lips, she was beyond beautiful.

He unbuckled his pants and let his pants drop around his ankles. He turned her around and pushed her head against the wall. He doesn't know what came over him, but he kicked her legs apart and pulled her hips out. He lined his member with her sore sex and thrust into her. He couldn't take the fact that he has been lusting after this woman. He continued to plunge in and out of her. Watching his member glisten from her pussy drove him into a frenzy. He bent his knees slightly and thrust deeper into her.

Orihime groaned from how deep he could go. She turned around to look at his face. She couldn't help but be fascinated by how serious he was. He seemed so concentrated on everything he was doing. She watched the sweat that gathered on his forehead. His eyes were concentrated, and his lips didn't have the usual scowl that she heard so much about. Instead, he had a small smirk. She also noticed how his mouth parted when he felt her tighten around him. She couldn't help but come to terms with the fact that she was in deep lust. She wasn't sure about love, but she felt something for Ichigo that she never felt before.

Ichigo felt her staring at him he looked up and made eye contact with her. He smirked at how shameless she looked with her lips parted. He stopped and pulled out of her. Orihime groaned from missing his presence. He turned her around and lifted her up. She automatically wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her to his desk; struggling with his pants around his ankles and pushed everything off.

Orihime smiled. "This reminds me of the first time."

Ichigo stayed silent as he pushed her down on the desk. He unwrapped her legs from around him and pushed them apart so he could get a better look at her awaiting core. He lined his member up with her and entered her again. He couldn't stop, and he didn't want to. He continued to show her all the fondness he can just for her.

Aizen stared at the photos.

"Grimmjow, I need you to make your move now," he said as he threw the photos across his desk. Senna sat on the couch watching the photos scattered everywhere. She shifted her eyes to one of the photos that were near her. It was of Ichigo smiling with that home wrecker. She stood up and was about to walk out of the office but stopped when Aizen called out to her. "Senna, leave it as it is. I will deal with it."

Not bothering to acknowledge him, she left.

Grimmjow smiled menacingly at some of the pictures of his target.

"Ulquiorra, you also shall assist." Said man standing in the corner with his eyes closed. "This time don't lose sight of your target."

Grimmjow smirked. "Why don't I take both targets since this cocky asshole fucked up the first time?"

Ulquiorra opened his eyes and slowly made his way toward Grimmjow.

"Who's being cocky?"

"Obviously you, you damn idiot," Grimmjow said sizing up the skinny gloomy man.

"Enough you two," Aizen said effortlessly. "Save your anger for your target. Now get moving I'm tired of waiting."

Clicking his tongue Grimmjow turned and left to pursue his target. Ulquiorra was not too far behind.

"Thanks," she whispered.

Ichigo fixed his pants. Orihime sat on his couch fixing her blouse.

"You don't have to thank me anymore, we're a couple." After fixing himself he started to pick up the materials off the floor and to place them back on his desk.

Orihime smiled. "Sorry… Ichi- King,"

Ichigo turned crimson. "What?" He was confused by her sudden pet name that he was just giving.

"How about we do dinner tonight?" she asked, getting up and standing near him. He stopped picking up the materials and turned to face her.

"I wouldn't mind dinner since I had a satisfying breakfast and lunch." Orihime blushed punching him in the arm.

"I meant food stupid."

"I know," he laughed. He grabbed her waist and pulled her close. She wrapped her arms around his neck "Let's meet at Kozuo around 7 tonight."

"Why there?"

"After dinner, I can go straight to the desert," he smiled. He leaned in and kissed her. Orihime tightened her arms around him. She wanted more. But their session ended quickly when the door opened revealing Senna and Rukia.

Orihime cleared her throat, moving out of Ichigo's embrace that suddenly stiffened. She was confused that he wouldn't let her go and looked up at him.

"Ichigo let g-" she paused taking in his facial expression. They looked so cold. His eyes were looking at the door with intensity. Orihime putting up her guard faced the door. She turned to the two women that stood at the door. One was near the door with a key in the keyhole; she recognized from the first meeting she had with Ichigo and another woman whose body was trembling. What caught her by surprise was the hatred in the purple-haired woman that was shaking. The hatred became familiar to her.

Orihime gripped Ichigo's white-collar shirt. Her eyes shifted and stared at the big bulge on her small body. She cringed knowing exactly who this person was. "Senna…" she whispered.

Senna shook from the scene she was looking at. The home wrecker was lip-locking with what's hers. Now she had the audacity to hold onto him while whispering her name. Something snapped.

"You bitch!" she lunged her way toward Orihime.

Ichigo pushed Orihime behind him coming in between the two women. "What are you doing here?"

Senna stopped her movements but never took her eyes off Orihime. "Senna!" He raised his voice. Snapping her eyes towards Ichigo, she finally acknowledged his presence.

"Move out of my way Ichigo," she said shifting her eyes back towards Orihime.

"Ichigo?" Ichigo looked at the door and saw Rukia still standing there confused and hurt at the same time.

"Rukia," he couldn't deal with her too. "Can you leave us for a moment? And please close the door behind you." Rukia nodded. Placing his focus back on Senna "What are you doing here?"

"What is she doing here?" Senna said with malice.

"She's my guest. Now what are you doing here?"

"To talk to you but the change of plans, so move so I can deal with her."

'No, you can't hurt her."

"Move dammit!"

"NO!"

Senna lost it. She took out a knife from her purse and stabbed him in the stomach. Ichigo felt pain and he looked down and saw a knife in his gut. He looked back up at Senna whose eyes still had hatred, but not towards him. She pulled the knife out of him. He groaned and fell on his knees before falling over. Orihime saw the whole scene play out. Suddenly, watching him fall she screamed out in agony. Blood started pouring out of him. She fell to her knees and tried to cover the wound.

"Don't fucking touch him, homewrecker!"

Orihime snapped her attention back at Senna.

"Homewrecker? You're not even married to him; better yet you're not even in a relationship with him." Orihime said angrily.

"So that gives you the right to snatch him away from me!" Senna gripped the knife pointing it at Orihime. "You did this to him, not me! If he dies, it's going to be your fault. All you had to do was stay away from him. I warned him to stay away from you before I hurt you. He listened to me for a couple of weeks, but suddenly you put your claws back in him and stole him from me. Give him back to me! He's mine you slut, why can't you get that through your thick skull. He's the father of MY baby! Now I have to kill you."

"Senna… stop. Don't hurt… her," coughed Ichigo, as blood spilled from his mouth. Senna looked down at Ichigo like he lost his mind. She suddenly kicked him in his wounded gut. He groaned out in pain, coughing up more blood.

"Stop!" yelled Orihime. Tears fell from her eyes. She stood up. "Don't hurt him anymore. It's me you want right?" She stepped over Ichigo's body and moved towards Senna. She had her hands up scared to do anything else.

"No… Orihime don't," Ichigo moaned out.

"It's okay," she smiled looking over at him. Senna looked at their small exchange and grew more furious.

"Stop that lovey dovey shit!" She pointed the knife at Orihime who jumped back. Senna moved closer, backing her into the wall. "This is the end of you and your vindictive ways you whore!" Raising the knife, she smiled with irrationality and brought it down with force.

"Senna!" she stopped in midair. Senna snapped her head around and locked eyes with Grimmjow. "Drop it you crazy bitch."

"No, she tried to take him away from me!" Facing Orihime again, she raised the knife and almost brought it down.

"Senna…" a soft voice whispered. She stopped and turned around. On the ground, Ichigo was fighting for dear life. "Please… don't" Distracted Orihime tackled the woman knocking the knife out of her hand. The two women wrestled trying to get the knife. Senna, being pregnant had a hard time getting the knife, but she refused to lose it. She scratched and pulled at Orihime's hair.

She gasped from the grip Senna had on her hair. Falling behind, Senna kicked Orihime in the face knocking her out. Crawling for the knife she was suddenly kicked in the face as well. Senna rolled over feeling blood coming from her lip and her nose. She held it to stop the bleeding. She looked up at her sudden attacker. Aizen stood there with anger in his eyes.

"Master Aizen, wha-"

"You can do whatever you want with what's yours, but don't you EVER hurt what's mine." He kicked her again making her pass out.

"Orihime…" Ichigo whispered. Grimmjow walked over to the wounded man. He crouched down to take a good look at him.

He whistled. "Damn Senna did a number on you. Hey, Aizen what do we do with this bastard?"

Aizen walked over to him. Ichigo lifted his eyes to meet cold menacing brown eyes.

He suddenly smiled. "Leave him to die. I already got what I wanted."

Ichigo couldn't protest as he noticed the slimy bastard Ulquiorra carrying Orihime.

"Master Aizen," called Ulquiorra. "What about this woman," he said motioning towards Senna.

"Leave her; we no longer have any use for her." Aizen walked away. Grimmjow watched as Ichigo fought to leave his eyes open.

"Orihime…" he called out one more time.

Grimmjow laughed manically. "Sorry, you unlucky little shit but your weak ass isn't gonna see that piece of ass ever again. So, die already." He stood up and kicked Ichigo unconscious.

Yup, there you have it.