Overnight

BY : pehpig
Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female
Dragon prints: 1105
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of the characters from Bleach in this work of fiction and I do not make any money from this story.

Ishida rubbed at his temples trying to relieve the tension. It had been a long, tedious day and he was not looking forward to tomorrow. With Aizen’s defeat, Soul Society and Hueco Mundo realized they needed to establish channels of communication. While there would never be peace between Hollows and Shinigami, they now understood the need for a way to contact each other if another event threatening the balance between the realms like Aizen’s takeover should ever happen again. With Ichigo still in a coma, Ishida was selected to act as the Human world’s representative. Since the Shinigami were already in Hueco Mundo helping to re-establish order, they were holding the talks there under the authorization of Harribel, the new queen. To make things easier, Harribel had provided all guests with accommodations for the duration of the talks. Unfortunately given the huge size of Los Noches, that meant a long walk. He checked the map he was given time and again, sometimes having to double back until he finally found what he believed to be his room. With a relieved sigh, he unlocked the door and stepped inside. He gasped when he saw someone standing in the entryway.

“Oh! I’m sorry miss. I thought this was my room.” He said backing out the door. 

“Hold it right there four eyes!” The woman barked. “This is your room.”

That voice. He knew that voice! 

“Cirucci Sanderwicci!” He exclaimed. “What are you doing here? And…why are you dressed like that?”

Scowling, the arrancar rummaged around the top of her skimpy French maid outfit and pulled a card out of her cleavage.

“Welcome honored guest. We hope you find these accommodations to your liking. For your comfort and convenience, we have assigned you a personal servant for the duration of the treaty talks. Rest assured he/she has been trained to provide for your every need and your happiness is his/her only goal. Please let us know if you are dissatisfied in any way and we will rectify the problem immediately. Signed: Queen Harribel.” She tossed the card over her shoulder. “And I was assigned to you. So here we are.” She gave a shallow curtsy. “Welcome home…ugh…’Master’. How may I serve you?”

Ishida blinked. “I’m sorry, you’re my servant?”

“That’s what I just said.” She replied. “Something wrong with your ears?”

“But I don’t need a servant.” He said.

“Need has nothing to do with it.” She countered. “Queen Harribel is pulling out all the stops to make this negotiation a success.  You’re all getting the VIP treatment.”

“But..but don’t they know about our history?” He asked.

She gave a bitter laugh. “Of course they do. Why do you think they chose me? Someone in the royal court thought it would be hilarious to assign the mighty Cirucci-sama to the man who defeated and humiliated her. If I ever find out who… well anyway, take off your shoes, your dinner’s getting cold.”

“Wait a minute, wait a minute.” He said waving his hands. “Can’t I just let you go home? I really don’t need you here and I think this will be uncomfortable for the both of us.”

“Oh? Just let me go home?” She retorted. “Yeah. Sure. And as soon as the court finds out, I’ll be beaten, tortured and thrown out of Las Noches to wander the desert forever for failing to please our guest. Thanks a lot, four eyes!”

“I could explain.” He offered. “I could tell them it wasn’t your fault.”

She rolled her eyes.  “Like that’s going to work. This is Hueco Mundo fool! There are politics and factions at work here you will never understand. You have no idea how many people there are working to bring me down and you’re just going to hand me to them on a silver platter. Honestly Ishida Uryuu, I knew we were enemies, but I thought at least you were an honorable man. Well, if you hate me that much…”

 “No, no! I…I don’t hate you.” He assured her. He awkwardly scratched the back of his head. “Um, well, if we’re stuck together, I guess we’ll just have to make the best of it.”

“Make the best of it.” She muttered shaking her head.  “Anyway, if you will please follow me ‘Master’.”

Taking off his boots, he dutifully followed her down the entryway.

“And don’t stare at my ass!” She ordered. “It’s not like I chose this outfit!”

“I wasn’t!” He protested. “The thought never crossed my mind.” 

Of course now that she brought it up, it was hard to keep his eyes level. The short skirt barely covered her curvy backside swaying hypnotically before him.

“Oh sure.” She sneered. “I still remember you trying to take a peek up my skirt.”

“That wasn’t me.” He objected. “That was Pesche. You know. The guy who looked like a termite.”

“Humph. Not how I remember it.” She huffed. “So anyway, this is the living room. Here’s the bedroom. Your luggage is already inside. Here’s the bathroom. It’s a bit rough since they had to install it in a hurry.”

“Arrancars don’t need bathrooms?” He asked.

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that, and here is the dining room.” She concluded. 

Ishida turned in a small circle taking it all in.  “Everything’s so huge.  These rooms are enormous. I wasn't expecting a suite.  I thought I'd get a small room with a bed.”

“Sorry to disappoint you, ‘Master.’” She jeered.

“Look, can you just drop the attitude.” He snapped. “I get it, you didn’t ask for this and you don’t want to be here. Is it too much to ask for a little respect? How about this? How about I be nice to you, you be nice to me and we’ll get through this a lot easier. OK?” He held out his hand. “Do we have a deal?”

She pouted. “Well. I supposed I can try. I’m still not happy.” She took his hand and shook it. “Deal. Now, would Master care to eat?”

“You don’t have to call me Master.” He said “Ishida is fine. And yes, dinner would be great. I’m starving.” 

She pulled a chair out from the table. “Very well, Ishida-san. Just sit right here and I’ll bring it in.”

She pushed his chair back in as he sat down, lit the candles on the table and turned on an old-fashioned phonograph. Classical music filled the room as she exited the room. She soon returned pushing a serving cart. 

“Food imported directly from the real world.” She announced. “Starting off with soup and salad.”

As she bent and stooped to put down the various plates and utensils, he couldn't help being distracted by her low cut uniform. Big breasts were his weakness and her outfit practically shoved hers in his face. They were exactly the kind he liked, full and firm with just a hint of blue veins tracing under her alabaster white skin. 

"Ishida-san." She quietly warned. "Our little deal does not give you permission to stare at my tits."

He quickly tore his gaze away. "S-sorry." He stammered. "I-I didn't mean to, I'm...uh...sorry."

"Humph" She sniffed filling his wine glass. "Who knew the Quincy were such perverts." 

"I'm not..." He began to protest. Having been caught dead to rights, he gave up. "Sorry." He muttered again, adjusting his glasses in embarrassment. 

 Once she was finished, she took a position standing behind him to the left. 

“Aren’t you going to eat too?” He asked.

She shook her head. “Ate before you got here. My sole focus is taking care of you.”

“Well can’t you at least sit down?” He responded. “You can keep me company while I eat.”

“I was trained to serve you this way.” She protested. “I had to take classes and watch videos and everything.”

“Look, you’re supposed to take care of my needs, right?” He reasoned “Well right now, I NEED someone to talk to.”

She rolled her eyes. “Hmph. Fine! Though I have no idea what we’ll talk about.”

“We can talk about the negotiations.” He offered.

She plopped down into a chair and put her face in her hands. “Urgh, I’m already bored.”

While she really didn’t care about policy, she did care about the participants. For every name he mentioned she had tons of catty gossip. He quickly learned who were allies, who were enemies, how different factions worked together or fought each other. It was valuable and enlightening. It was only interrupted when Cirucci would serve the next course. Time and again, Ishida had to avert his gaze from her pale curves as she bent over to remove the empty plates and set down the next dish. It was hard to be a gentleman with such a tempting view right below his nose.  It was a relief when he finished desert and she finished clearing off the dishes. 

“Will you be retiring to the living room for brandy and cigars now Mast-, uh, Ishida-san?”

“No.” He said. “I feel like a long hot bath, then off to bed.”

“A bath?” She replied. “How interesting. Yes, you go get ready in the bedroom, I’ll get everything prepared.”

“Seriously, do hollows never bathe?” He asked.

She shoved him towards the bedroom. “Never mind that, just get ready!”

 

Wearing his complementary robe and carrying a towel, Ishida saw what Cirucci meant as he entered the bathroom.  It seemed to have been quickly and crudely blasted out of the rock.  Like everything else in Las Noches, it was gigantic.  Recessed lighting in the ceiling provided enough illumination to see the enormous room.  They’d carved some sinks into the wall, had a washing area with showers next to it, a huge tub currently full of steaming hot water and finally…

“Cirucci-san!” He gasped.

She was lying on a bench carved into the side, chin propped in her hand, idly kicking her feet. Totally naked. She grinned at him “About time you got here. I was getting bored.”

He quickly covered his eyes. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to bathe you of course.” She said rolling to her feet. “You don’t have to worry about a thing. I was trained to handle this. Just sit down on that stool and I’ll take care of the rest.”

“Take care of…no, you, you don’t have to do anything. I can wash myself.” He protested.

 “Nonsense.” She replied. “This is all part of the service. I had to watch videos and everything.”

“Videos?”

“Sure.” She said. “First I cover myself in this lotion.”

Peeking though his fingers, he saw her pouring a bucket of pink fluid all over herself using one hand to spread it over her breasts and work it between her legs.  He quickly closed his hand again.

“Then you sit down on that stool and I rub myself all over you until you’re nice and clean.”

“No.” Ishida protested. “That’s now how it works.”

“Well that’s how I was trained.” Cirucci grumped. “I even have this ‘air mattress’ thing for the oil down part. Bathing is complicated. I don’t see how women in the real world put up with all this.”

“That’s not how people bathe every day.” He explained. “That’s what they do in…uh…soaplands.”

“Soaplands, bathrooms, what’s the difference?” She responded. “Now sit down so I can get to work.”

“Cirucci-san, I’m serious. This is not how I take a bath.” He insisted. “Please step outside and I’ll take care of myself.”

“Too late for that.” She countered. “I’m already covered in soap.”

“Well then, you take a bath first, then I’ll take mine after you're done.” He offered.

“Or we could do the sensible thing and bathe together.” She said. “There’s enough room in that tub for a dozen people.”

“That’s not the point.” He said. “We don’t really know each other well enough to, you know, be this intimate.”

“Is that what the hand thing is all about? Stop being silly.” She said pulling his hand away from his eyes. “Oh, no! A man has seen me naked! Now I can never be a bride! There. All done. Now take that robe off and lets do this.”

“I’m sorry Cirucci-san.” He said trying desperately not to stare. “I really can’t do this with you. I’ll come back later.”

He got two steps away before she spoke.

“Ishida-san, wait.” She said hesitantly. "I-I need you to help me. I…don’t know how any of this works.”

He turned around in astonishment. “Really?  You guys never take baths?”

She didn't answer. She crossed her arms, pouted and looked away. He had to smile.

"All right then." He relented. "I'll help you out." 

  

“You’re right Ishida-san,” She cooed “this feels wonderful. So relaxing”

“Told you.” He responded from his side of the tub. “You just sit back, relax and let the hot water soak your cares away.”

It had been rough getting through the scrubbing and shampoo phase. He kept telling himself it was like taking care of a little sister or something showing her how everything worked. It helped that she was just a blur without his glasses.  Now that they were soaking in the hot water, far away from each other, it was a lot easier.  She was just a pale white blotch on the other side of the tub. Finally able to relax, he soaked a folded towel and put it on his head.  This was almost as good as a hot spring.  With his arms resting on the rim, he closed his eyes and let the events of the day run though his mind.  Between the hot water and a pleasantly full stomach, he was starting to doze off when he felt something soft pressing against him.

“Cirucci-san? What are you doing?”

With her eyes closed, she put her face against his shoulder. “Sleepy. Tub’s hard. This is better.”

Now he had a problem. While he could ignore her body when they were soaping up, there was no way he could ignore her soft breasts pressed against him. Even without his glasses, he could see her face clearly this close up. Framed by her wet purple hair with her eyes closed and her face relaxed, she looked sweet and innocent. She smiled and snuggled against his shoulder. He was instantly rock hard.

“Cirucci-san,” He said trying to gently push her away. “Maybe you could…”

She growled and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him tight.

“Sleepy.” She muttered.

Well what could he do now? Her arms soon relaxed though she didn’t let go. Her breathing became soft and even as she slipped into a doze. Every now and then she would make happy noises and snuggle in a little closer.  Her beautiful exotic face held a serene smile of contentment. He would love to let her stay that way as long as she liked if only his cock wasn’t throbbing with need. He wondered if she'd notice if he started masturbating?  Probably. And then she would really think he was a pervert. Even so, he had to do something. He could feel the pain building up in his balls.

“Um, Cirucci-san.” He said gently.

"Hmm?" She sleepily murmured.

“Cirucci-san. I’m going to get out now.”

“No.” She muttered hugging him tightly. “Comfy. You stay.”

He tried again. “Um Cirucci-san.  Let me explain.  There’s this…thing men get. It’s little embarrassing. You see under certain conditions, you get this…condition and it’s kinda painful. You see…”

“Oh, you’re getting blue balls?” She yawned “Well why didn’t you say so, dummy? Guess it can't be helped.”

Ishida gasped in shock when he felt her hand wrap around his erection.  “Cirucci-san. W-what are you doing?”

“Don't get the wrong idea.” She responded. “This is just part of my service. 'Take care of your every need', remember? You better give me a good rating when you fill out that guest survey card.”

Ishida was stunned. Unseen beneath the water, she gently stroked his hard on, pausing every now and then to cup and fondle his balls. He could feel his breathing grow ragged.

 “Better, right?” She asked. “Pain going away?”

“Yes.” He forced out. “This feels wonderful, but seriously, you don’t have to AaAaahHH!”

Cirucci added to the pleasure by nibbling and sucking on his nipples, teasing him with the tip of her tongue. He let his head fall back, towel falling off, his full throated groans echoing off the stone walls. He had to stop her, there was no way he could allow this to continue. He just couldn’t make himself do it yet. Her hand felt so good. He couldn’t believe the fierce arrancar could be so gentle and kind. Cursing his weakness, he let her continue stroking, determined to make her stop in a few more seconds. Just a few more.  

“Hu, hu, hu.” She chuckled. “You’re making such cute noises. It’s getting me excited. Maybe you’d like my full service Master?”

She moved on top of him, preparing to mount. “Remember, this is all your fault for waking me up.”

“Wait, stop!” He said pushing her back. “We can't do this. I know you’re just trying to do a good job serving me, but this is going too far. Let’s just get out of the tub and OW!”

Cirucci had forcefully sat down on his thighs. 

“You're starting to piss me off Quincy!" She declared. “Are you really that stupid? Are you really that dumb? I dress up like a whore, flirt with you shamelessly, rub my naked body all over you and even now, EVEN NOW, with your dick in my hand, you still don’t get it?”

“You were flirting with me?” He asked.

She snorted. “Obviously! I was laying it on so thick, any arrancar would have shoved me down and banged me in the hallway.”

“I thought you said you didn’t want to be here.” He said. “That someone made you do this.”

She narrowed her eyes. "You're going to make me do it aren't you? You're really going to force me to confess. I had no idea you were so cruel Ishida Uryuu." 

"What are you talking about?" He demanded. 

"I-I lied." She forced out. She looked away in embarrassment. "When I heard you were coming to Hueco Mundo and they were recruiting servants, I found the little skank they were going to send you and made her give me her spot. I...I wanted to see you again."

“But why?” He implored. “I don’t understand. We only met once in combat and I hurt you very badly.”

“That’s right.” She agreed. “You defeated me. Beat me very badly. Left me helpless on the floor. Do you understand what that means for an arrancar?”

Leaning in closer, she reached out to stroke his face.  “Arrancar worship strength. You dominated me. Showed me I was powerless before your might. Proved yourself worthy to be my master. And ever since that day, I’ve waited for your return. Longed for you to take me.”

Stunned by her confession, he was unable to resist when she leaned forward to embrace him. Pressing their lips together, she probed and teased with her tounge. He couldn't help responding in kind, pulling her in tightly, kissing her deeply. His will to resist crumbled under the onslaught of pleasure. Before he knew it, he was running his hands down her muscular back, cupping and squeezing her amazing ass.  She moaned and rocked her hips into his lap. She broke off their kiss to breathe into his ear.  

“Take me Ishida Uryuu.” She whispered reaching down to guide him in. “Claim your prize. Make me your woman.”

Then she lowered herself down, joining their bodies together. Ishida gasped with pleasure as she sank down to the hilt.  

“Feels so good!” He moaned.

“Damn right I do.” She said claiming his lips once more. 

Her mouth tasted sweet as their tongues intertwined.  She felt wonderful in his arms as she slowly rocked up and down riding his cock. He reached for her breast, fondling her soft fullness, tweaking her hard nipple. He tried to move in rhythm with her hips, relishing the feel of her tight pussy. He was surprised when she got up.

 “Can’t go faster in the water.” She explained. She bent over the edge of the tub resting on her elbows. “Let’s do it this way.”

Eager to continue, he happily penetrated her from behind.

“Yes!” Cirucci hissed.  “Quincy dick is the best. Now hurry, go faster, pound me!”

Grabbing her hips, he roughly thrust into her hot snatch. Her shining wet flesh shook and rippled erotically from the impacts. The echoes from their moans and the slaps of their bodies filled the stone chamber. 

“Yes, yes, take me master!” She yowled “Make me your fuck toy! Oh, ah, you’re making me your cock slave! I love it!”

“You’re so beautiful!” Ishida groaned. “I’m going to cum!”

“Wait for me.” She begged. “Wait for me master!”

Ishida did his best, holding on to bring his lover to her peak.

“I…I’m coming!” Cirucci cried. “Now, master, now!”

With a roar, he pulled out just in time. Resting his dick on her ass, he shot his load all over her back. The heavy spurts of jizz pooled in the groove of her spine. 

“You didn’t have to do that.” She scolded. “I wanted you cum inside me.”

“I’m-I'm sorry.” He responded. “This isn’t something I do a lot.”

“Don’t apologize.” She said wiping off her back with a towel.  “Just sit down over there.”

Bemused, he sat on the edge of the tub.  She knelt down in the water before him.  “Now, according to the videos, this is where I clean you with my mouth.”

“You what?” He exclaimed.

She didn’t bother to answer.  Instead she took his softening dick in her hand, still slick with her own juices and began to suck.  Still sensitive from just cumming, he gasped at the feel of her mouth. He couldn’t believe this was actually happening. The sight of her pale purple streaked face as she lovingly licked his shaft and gently sucked his balls soon made him rock hard again.  With a naughty grin, she swallowed his hard on.  Her face was so beautiful bobbing on his cock, her lovely purple lips wrapped around him, giving him pleasure. Instinctively, he pushed the back of her head, urging her to go deeper. 

“Ready for more are you?” She smirked. “Well you'll have to catch me first.”

Dashing out of the tub, she paused at the door to see if he was following. His blood racing, he ran after her, stopping only to grab his glasses from the sink.  Chasing Cirucci like a horny satyr, he followed her into the bedroom leaving a trail of water in his wake. Their laughter filling the room, she used the enormous bed as a barrier, running first left, then right.  Catching her at last, he wrestled her slippery wet body to the mattress. Laughter gave way to silence as they embraced. They kissed and stroked each other, enjoying the feel of each other’s bodies. Ishida began working his way down her body, kissing her neck, nibbling at her collar bone. 

“You have wonderful breasts.” He said taking a nipple in his mouth.

“Pervert.” She chided even as she arched her back in pleasure.  He took his time lavishing attention on them, fondling and licking her everywhere.  With great reluctance, he eventually continued his way down, kissing her belly button, working her lower abdomen.

“Wait, what are you doing?” She asked raising her head.

“Turn about is fair play.” He answered.  "Besides, I want to taste you."

She gasped as he began lapping at her dripping wet pussy. 

“M-master!  No one’s ever done this for me before.” She exclaimed. “It..it feels amazing!”

Nose buried in her purple curls, he teased and sucked at her clit.  She cradled his head in her hands, fingers running through his hair. 

"Your tongue!  It feels so good." She whimpered. "Yes master, lick my pussy.  Lick my pussy!"

Soon she could no longer speak, making high pitched cries and bucking her hips as he brought her closer to the edge.   

“S…stop.” She begged. “I need you. I need you inside me.”

Quickly making his way back up, they passionately renewed their embrace.  He easily slid back inside her as they fiercely kissed. Getting into the rhythm, she locked her legs around him.  She poured encouragement into his ear to fire up his blood and enflame his passion.

“Yes Master. Fuck me. Fuck your slutty little maid.” She implored him. “Stir me up with your hard quincy cock!”

Entirely consumed by lust, Ishida rose away from her.  He pulled her legs over his shoulders.

“So this is what you like, eh?” She taunted. “You want to watch me get fucked? You want to stare at my bouncing tits?”

“Yes!” he admitted. “Yes, I love your fucking tits!” Grabbing her hips, he thrust back into her.  She gasped and moaned as he roughly pounded away.  

“Yes, stare at me master!” She commanded. “Stare at your dirty little whore! See what a filthy slut I am for your cock!”

Mesmerized, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her.  Her jiggling breasts, her panting mouth, her unfocused eyes, they cast a hypnotic spell.  He could feel his peak building up stronger and stronger.  He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold on.

“Master, I’m cumming!” She called out. “Cum inside me.  Do it inside me!”

Making one final thrust, he released deep inside her.  It was the best orgasm he’d ever had. He could feel her pussy gripping his throbbing cock, milking out every last drop of seed.  At last, he was totally spent.  Pulling out, he collapsed on to the bed, breathing heavily from the exertion.  She rolled over and snuggled into his arms.

“I can feel your cum inside me master.” She murmured.  “I’m so happy.  You truly own me now. From this day forward, I will always be your fracción.”

He had to think about that for a moment.

“Cirucci, I’m flattered.” He said. “But that can’t be. We come from two different worlds. You can’t come stay with me in the real world and I can’t stay here. I’m sorry, I don’t want to hurt you, but we can’t be together that way.”

She slapped his chest. “Dummy! Don’t you think I know that? I’m not a child. I know you’ll have to leave and I can’t follow. But until that time…I am yours. And if you should ever happen to come back too. You will always be my Espada. My Primera Espada.”

They snuggled and kissed for a few minutes after that. Cirucci noticed the problem first.

“Ugh. The sheets are all wet and messy now. I’ll have to change the linen before we go to sleep.”

“You’re sleeping here tonight?” He asked.

“Duh! Do you see any other beds around here?” She snarked. “Now get up. Up, up! I’ll have these changed in a jiffy.”

Doing as he was told, Ishida stood awkwardly aside as Cirucci stripped the wet, soiled linens off the bed. As she worked, he drank in her pale curves and exotic purple highlights. It sank in she was going to be by his side all night. Naked. He could feel his groin throbbing at the thought. 

“Now to get some fresh linen from the…what? Again? Already? Honestly master, you’re an incorrigible pervert.” She scolded, even as she sank to her knees before him. 



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