My stomach is in knots as curfew comes, though based on the endless darkness that surrounds the desert terrain of Hueco Mundo, it can be hard to tell. I only know because Sōsuke had walked me to my room after dinner, insinuating that I should remain locked up at night. He gave me no explanation as to why, but I know it's because the palace isn't safe.
It never has been.
As much as Sōsuke wants this arrangement to work, some don't. I can feel their anger and their disgust every time I walk into a room. This is one of the reasons I am hesitant to sneak out, in fear of being caught by them. The other is Grimmjow.
It is wrong of me to want to pursue him, especially since Yama might be right; Sōsuke might ask me to marry him. But I do not want to be tied down to a man like him. I feel nothing but fear and dread around him. My heart isn't in it, and that makes my situation much worse because I do not have a choice.
But this does not warrant my behavior. I can't help it though. Grimmjow makes me feel untamed whenever he's around. And I love it. Should it not be my choice? I do not think about clan politics or nobility when I am near him. I feel free and that is all I have ever wanted. With Sōsuke I can never be free.
With a deep and uneasy sigh, I saunter toward the door, hesitantly easing it open. The air feels thick outside my room as if my mind is warning me: tread carefully. There is no turning back. It is because of this that I take a step forward. The pressure fades the further I continue down the hall until I am left with elation.
This is exactly what I want.
The sound of my heeled shoes clacks on the floor as I quicken my pace. My nerves are on fire; I can hardly believe that I am going through with this. As I step into the corridor facing the 10 chamber halls I recall the one Grimmjow had walked down; the number six is etched into the wall beside the opening. But as I take another step, a familiar noise catches my attention.
The sound of footsteps alerts me that someone is drawing near. But from where? I panic for a moment, searching the darkened halls until a person emerges from the hall marked with the number 8. My eyes widen in fear as I recognize the familiar white robe lined with black.
"Gin!?"
He hums as he recognizes me, and then grins.
"What do I owe the pleasure, princess? It's after curfew if you didn't know."
What should I say? I can't just admit that I came here to see Grimmjow. My face heats up as I search for an excuse.
"I am aware. I might be a bit lost."
It's not a complete lie.
Gin hums.
"Indeed you are. This is the main corridor that leads to the private chambers of the royal family...unless you knew that."
"I did," I admit. "I wanted to see Harribel."
My heart feels like it might explode. Gin walks over to my side and turns, pointing to the corridor marked with the number 3.
"Harribel lives down there. As you can see it is the 3rd door from the entrance. Each of the Familia is numbered from one to ten, though some would argue that it's zero to nine."
Gin laughs as he says this, though I have no idea why.
"It's rather late to be visiting her, however. Was there a reason you needed to speak with her?"
"I wanted to apologize for something I accidentally did," I lied. "It has been bothering me all afternoon."
Gin laughs.
"That sounds devastating. Well…I suppose it's okay. It's a good thing we ran into one another. Had you gone down the wrong corridor, five or six for instance; Nnoitra or Grimmjow, then you might have been met with hostility."
No kidding. I had no idea that Nnoitra and Grimmjow lived so close. Given their hate for one another, I am surprised, though perhaps it was not their choice.
"It is a good thing. I appreciate it, Gin," I utter.
It is a good thing I remembered the hall.
Gin grins in response.
"Don't be long, princess. I believe Lord Aizen has something planned for you tomorrow."
Does he? I suppress a frown and nod, watching him walk down the main corridor toward the palace. What does Sōsuke have in store for me? With an uneasy sigh, I wander down the sixth passage toward the end to a door. But as I go to open it, I find that it's locked.
Heat rises to my face as I remember that not all towers are the same. Just because Harribel lives in an abode in a fabricated sandy landscape does not mean that Grimmjow does too. How rude of me. I raise my hand and knock. On the second, the door opens and a man with a long face stares down at me with impassive gray eyes.
"Turn back, miss. You have come to the wrong tower," the man states.
"Um...I am looking for Grimmjow. He knows that I am coming. This is his tower, is it not?" I ask with an utter.
Perhaps I was misled by Gin, or perhaps this tower belongs to Nnoitra. I shudder to think so.
"If he's expecting you, then follow me," he insists.
His tone implies that he doesn't necessarily want me to be there but he steps aside and lets me in. I stand beyond the threshold in awe, staring at the room I walked into. It's dome-shaped with a winding staircase in the center. One of the most common elements in the room is the various plants; it reminds me of a desert paradise with its cream-colored theme.
"This way," the man insists as he brushes past me.
I follow him up the staircase to the top floor, noticing three others including Grimmjow seated around the room; the latter is laid out on cushions and pillows. This room in general gives more of a laid-back vibe; various plants and fish bowls with gorgeous ecosystems decorate the room; it's interesting just how different his tower is from the previous one I have seen.
"Grimmjow, you have a guest. She claims that she is expected," the man announces.
The room turns to me in interest; an embarrassed heat spreads to my face. I should be used to this sort of attention being from a royal family, but judgment has never been a favorite of mine.
Grimmjow grins.
"And I thought you'd tuck your tail and run."
"Better late than never," I retort with a snap.
Why must he always be so mean? I am here, aren't I? For a moment I consider turning around and walking away, but I doubt he will stop being an asshole.
"Who is this woman?" A large muscular man with hair styled in a partial shave asks.
"Does it honestly matter, Edrad? She's of no importance to us," snaps the man beside him; a man with short hair. His right eye is hidden behind a cyan-colored bandage, but the other, narrowed and gray, stares at me with uninterest.
The one beside me hums, drawing my attention.
"She is a princess, an honored guest to Hueco Mundo. Show some respect, Di Roy."
Funny, because I don't feel any respect from him either. I don't even know his name.
"Forgive him, princess. He cares little for names. I am Yylfortdt Granz," a blond states, bowing his head. His long hair falls over his shoulder as he does.
I raise my hands.
"Please don't bow. I am not worth the effort."
Grimmjow snorts.
"How noble, princess."
I give him a heated look. Does he think I would go so far as to wave my authority at him and his friends? Not all nobles are stuck up. With an uneasy sigh, I bow my head.
"Please call me Yuina. It's a pleasure to meet--"
"Get out of here," Grimmjow suddenly orders. "Leave the princess and me alone."
I watch in awkward silence as the three men stand up and walk past me; the man who led me follows. Standing near the stairs, I take a look around, unsure of what to do. It's strange being alone with him especially when the sole reason revolves around sex.
"Come here," Grimmjow orders.
His voice makes me jerk in unnecessary fright. I'm nervous, but as he orders, I walk over to him and sit down on the plush cushions. Silence falls between us as I glance around the room, taking in the decor.
"I'm surprised," I admit. "I never thought your tower would be so comfortable."
"Like I care what you think," Grimmjow retorts.
I hum, turning my eyes to him.
"It's not an insult. I just...when I am near you, I feel chaotic. It is strange, but seeing this puts me at ease."
I wonder if he too feels like this. Instead of an impolite response, he simply snorts.
"You feel chaotic."
I nod.
"Honestly, it's stupid. I can not explain it, but it's not a bad feeling."
Not like how Sōsuke makes me feel.
A hand on my knee makes me sigh. I turn my eyes to the blue-haired man beside me in curiosity. What does he plan to do next? My face heats up as I hesitantly rest my hand on his, rubbing my thumb across his warm skin.
"I like the way I feel around you. It's messy, but it makes me feel alive. Like I am not bound by these restrictions that have been forced on me. I yearn for it."
Grimmjow grins.
"Then take what you want, princess. Isn't that what you nobles do?"
He has no idea how feral he makes me feel. What thrills me, however, is that for a man who is in control, he hands the reins to me so easily. Perhaps he wants me to make the first move; to be sure I want him. The consent is mutual.
I maneuver his hand up my thigh, humming.
"I want you."
"This is probably the biggest mistake you've ever made, princess," Grimmjow mentions as he leans closer.
His lips on my neck send shivers across my body.
"Why is that?" I ask with a relaxed sigh.
"Because I don't fucking share what's mine," Grimmjow utters.
His arm wraps around my back, pressing me tight against his chest. He smells so good, like Petrichor. A soft moan pours from my throat as his warm wet tongue slides across my ear. I should consider his words as a threat and stop this before it gets started, but it feels too damn good. The obvious red flags I ignore as his hand slips beneath my dress.
Thick fingers press against me through the damp cloth that separates us and for a moment, I forget to breathe. Please do not let him stop, not after teasing me like this. I recall the promise he made me; the promise to tear me apart little by little and I hum in eagerness.
"Ready, princess?" Grimmjow asks in my ear. His warm breath scatters goosebumps across my skin.
I nod in response, easing my legs further apart for him.
Grimmjow pushes aside my panties and spreads my lips, pressing his thumb against my clit. My arms slip around his muscular chest; fingers grasping at the back of his t-shirt as he makes short deep circles around it. Waves of pleasure roll across my body making me tense up against him. This is it; his pace is perfect. I can feel the rise of my orgasm as it slowly builds. A warmth fills my stomach, but before it can spread and intensify, the blue-haired tease stops and removes his hand from my panties.
Why in the hell did he–
"Lie down," Grimmjow orders.
With a glare I untangle my fingers from his t-shirt, leaning back until I am rested comfortably on the cushions. I have no idea what he plans to do, but as long as he continues, I don't care. Spreading my legs, Grimmjow slips his fingers beneath the band of my panties and yanks them down my legs. My face heats up in embarrassment as his greedy eyes take me in. He then leans down and runs his tongue over my outer lips. A sigh of relief escapes my mouth.
Oral never even crossed my mind, but I am more than eager for this. For some reason, I had thought that he would focus on his needs alone for this short tryst; he doesn't seem like the type of man to care about someone other than himself, but I've been wrong before.
A finger slides into my pussy, yanking me from my thoughts, and then another follows. The pleasant sensation it creates forces me to tighten my jaw in fear of moaning. I don't want Grimmjow's friends to hear us, though they probably know what is going on between us.
It feels unbelievable though.
In addition, he flicks his tongue across my clit, taking it in his mouth for a moment with a gentle suck before he quickened his pace. I grip the cushions as my body tenses in pleasure. It's unbelievable how remarkable he is at eating pussy. I can't imagine how great he is at fucking.
As the pleasure in me grows so too does my resolve. I moan as he easily bounces my body with the momentum of his thrusts. He's hitting all the right spots, in sync with the quickness of his tongue.
"Fuck…please," I beg.
My hand slides into his soft locks and I run my nails across his scalp. Grimmjow hums in response, faltering a moment, but he quickly recovers and curls his fingers in me. The lewd and wet sounds that fill the air push me over the edge so quickly that I can barely think. My mind goes blank. All I can feel is my body reacting, tensing up as waves of intense pleasure roll over me.
Tears well up in my eyes as Grimmjow continues. Once my high wears off, there is a slight pain from the overstimulation. I gently push his head away from me to gain his attention.
"S-stop," I beg.
He does so and turns his electric eyes to me, raising a brow; a thin line of saliva and arousal breaks as he sits up, parting us.
"It's too much," I utter, completely spent.
For a moment it feels like I'm on cloud nine.
"That good, huh?" Grimmjow teases.
I narrow my eyes, too tired to argue. He has no idea. Wiping the tears from my eyes, I glance down and notice the obvious swell in his pants. So he too enjoyed this?
"I can return the favor, you know?"
Grimmjow grins.
"As tempting as having your pretty mouth wrapped around my cock, it'll have to wait for another time."
I raise a brow. He notices my obvious confusion and snorts. Lifting his finger, he motions for me to rise. I do so and he cups my jaw, running his thumb over my lips; teasingly I kiss it.
"You're not the only one having to wait," he adds.
I widened my eyes, prompting him to laugh.
"Why do that to yourself?"
"Because I promised to tear you apart," Grimmjow answers. He removes his thumb. "And when I do, you're gonna scream my name to the fucking heavens."
I shiver in response. This man is not sane. But he did warn me.
Leaning in, he captures my lips in a rough kiss before he parts. I barely even moved. With a snort, he flicks me on the nose.
"Run back to your room, princess. You don't want the worms to figure out that you suck out."
He has a point, though I feel like I should mention that I ran into Gin before I came here. Perhaps my lie convinced him, however. With a sigh, I attempt to stand, but Grimmjow stops me.
"Without those," he declares, pointing to my damp panties.
My face heats up.
"You're a pervert."
He snorts. I have a good idea of what he plans to do with them, but I hand them to him regardless. Afterward, I fix myself up the best I can. My legs are still a bit jittery, but It will go away soon.
"When can we meet up again?" I ask hesitantly.
"Already wanting more?" Grimmjow asks with a grin.
I turn up my eyes.
"I'm not answering that. It'll give you a big head."
"Soon," he retorts.
I want to ask how soon, but I opt not to. There is still some dignity in my left. With a nod, I clear my throat.
"I'll be leaving then."
Saying my goodbyes without making it too awkward, I turn and walk down the stairs. It isn't until I'm at the bottom do I realize that all of Grimmjow's friends are still in the tower. My face heats up in embarrassment as I attempt to confidently walk toward the door.
"I hope to see you again, princess," Yylfordt states.
I hum.
"Me too."
Awkwardly I leave the tower. Once I am certain that I am out of sight, I bury my heated face in my hands.
That man is going to be the death of me.
I must be insane.
