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Resolution	By : KaiBlueOtaku Category: Bleach > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 12664 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 2: “Decision”

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                It was about time for dinner. Orihime wondered where Ulquiorra was at. She was elated at the knock on her door, but her countenance fell when she saw that it was an unaccompanied Fraccion with her tray; Ulquiorra was not there.

                She could not eat. Her mind whirled, anxiety tearing her apart inside. Where could he be? She worried. Maybe he’s upset with me. Maybe he decided he doesn’t want me after all… Her eyes scrunched tight and brimmed with tears as a parade of infinite horrors marched increasingly more and more awful possibilities across the theater of her mind. What if something happened to him? What if he’s been punished for fraternizing with me? What if he’s hurt and bleeding in chains in some dungeon somewhere? Orihime lay down on the couch. She wrapped her arms tightly around her stomach, and rocked as she sobbed. She wept, and wept, and wept, until no more tears would come, and at long last, she cried herself to sleep.

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                When Ulquiorra regained consciousness, he sat up, alarmed. He could sense the time was far later than he would have preferred; well past dinner, when he had told the Woman he would return. “Damn,” he cursed under his breath as he trekked expeditiously back to Las Noches.

                His original form had returned, and he half wondered if it had all been a strange dream. But when he reached out for it, the sensation of the new power that had surged through him was still there, distant, riding the edges of his awareness, biding its time; waiting for what, he did not know.

                Ulquiorra was able now to summon at will the recollections of his long-repressed, distant life from the World of the Living. He could scarcely believe that he had once been human. He wished that he were able to reconcile with that long-lost part of himself, and become whole again. His past self from the dream had not been forthcoming with any helpful information as to how he was to go about achieving this. He wondered indeed if such a thing were even possible.

                Back in the palace, Ulquiorra crept silently into Orihime’s cell. He stood in the shadows, watching her sleep. The moonlight from the window sparkled on the salt trails dried to her cheeks, and Ulquiorra cursed himself. She had been crying again, no doubt because she had been expecting him, and he had not come.

                Orihime stirred lightly in her sleep, and he held his breath. “Ulqui…orra?” she murmured dreamily. He was kneeling at her side in an instant, and took her hand in his. Her eyes opened languidly, and a smile broke over her as the very first thing she saw was his face.

                “You came,” she mumbled happily, her voice cracking with sleep as she rubbed a balled fist against her bleary eyes.

                “Please, forgive my lateness,” he implored. Orihime smiled in that soft way of hers, and sat up on her elbows, patting the couch as in invitation for him to sit.

                He did sit, but was bewildered when Orihime lay her head in his lap, and curled back up into a ball, closing her eyes, content. “I forgive you,” she yawned. “But what happened?”

                Ulquiorra opened his mouth to explain, but then thought of the frightening appearance of his Segunda Etapa, and decided a more simplistic approach was in order. “I needed time to… sort some things out.”

                Orihime nodded understandingly. She opened her eyes again and started up at him. “You don’t think I was being too forward, do you?” she queried. “Earlier, I mean, in the bathroom. I’m sorry if I was making a fool of myself, or reading into things, seeing something that wasn’t there,” she apologized, stumbling over her words.

                Ulquiorra thought for a few moments. “My response was genuine,” he finally confessed. Her face was overcome with shock, and he continued. “Please also forgive my forwardness. It is unlike me. I, too, have never… ‘Been with anyone… like that,’ as you put it.” More shock from Orihime, melting into a soft, shy grin as the apology registered in her brain.

                She snuggled into him. “Would you stroke my hair?” she requested. His lithe fingers combed dutifully through the golden tresses, and she sighed with contentment.

                “Ulquiorra,” she asked without warning, “Do you ever feel lonely?”

                He pondered the question. “Loneliness is a human condition,” he finally replied. “I am not human.”

                She chewed on her lip, her brow furrowed. “But were you, once?”

                Ulquiorra slanted his eyes sharply down at her, his hand freezing in his repetitive motions over her hair. “Why do you ask this, Woman?”

                “Well,” she reasoned, “Hollows were once people, just like what happened to my brother. And Arrancar are evolved Hollows. So I just thought…” She left the sentence hanging awkwardly.

                “You thought… What?” Ulquiorra prodded.

                “Well, that maybe…” she looked up to meet his gaze. “…maybe you used to be like me.”

                Ulquiorra was taken aback by the precise timing of such an astute observation. He turned away from her, his face becoming distant as his mind waded through a flood of memories from his past.

                Orihime’s hand on his cheek brought him back instantly. She had sat up without his noticing, and she wore a distressed look. “Are you ok?” she fretted.

                Ulquiorra glanced out the window, over the undulating hills of sand. “Come with me,” was all he said cryptically.

                Orihime followed Ulquiorra through the halls of Las Noches to an area she had never been before. Numbered doors lined the corridor, until they came at last to one marked with an elaborate number ‘four.’ She was astonished at the realization that he was taking her to his private chambers.

                He led her across a large, high ceilinged, sparsely furnished room. They moved out though gauzy curtains onto a wide, open terrace. Below, not far in the distance, she could see an area that looked severely damaged; the sand had been heated to the point it had vitrified into an irregularly shaped pool of glass, and a huge rock formation showed evidence of having one side of it sheared off at high temperature.

                Ulquiorra nodded toward the area. “This… is why I did not come,” he confided.

                She ambled to the railing, almost as if in shock, her eyes taking it all in but her mind straining to comprehend. “Did you… fight someone… out there?”

                “Yes.”

                “Who?” She turned and searched his face. Her eyes filled with sadness at his reply.

                “Myself.”

                Now it was Orihime’s turn to ask, “What do you mean?”

                Ulquiorra stared off into the distance, far past the scarred desert below. “I stand at the threshold, on the precipice of something greater. I am at war within myself. I cannot remain, but I do not know how to move forward from this place.”

                She came back to his side and slipped her hand unexpectedly into his, entwining her fingers. He looked down at their hands, then up at her, curious about the gesture but deciding it felt pleasant. “Why did you bring me here?” she implored.

                Ulquiorra opened his mouth to speak, then paused, glancing around, and shook his head. “I do not know. There is much these days I find myself at a loss to comprehend. It is complicated, and unwelcomed. I long to return to a simpler time. This struggle within me is intolerable. It is as though I will be torn in half. I am in physical pain much of the time, as a result of it.”

                Orihime was awed and touched at his confiding in her. “What is the war about?” she gently prodded.

                Ulquiorra looked down, scuffing the ground with the toe of his boot, then at their hands, tangled together. He glanced briefly up at her as he confessed, “You.”

                Her jaw slackened, and she was bewildered. “Me? What? Why…”

                Ulquiorra gave her a feral glare, and gripped her fingers tighter. “You know, Woman.”

                Orihime lay her hand on his chest. “Do you mean… You have feelings for me?”

                Her touch made him feel a tingling throughout his body. Not able to look her in the eye, he stared down still at his boots. “It is as you say.”

                The wind whistled, whipping their uniforms around their ankles. Lost in his inner turmoil, Ulquiorra completely forgot his surroundings again, until he felt her lean against him. Standing on tiptoe, she whispered into his ear, “You don’t have to fight anymore. Surrender. Just let it happen.”

                Her lips found his, and she drew him back into the moment, as she always seemed to be able to do when he was a million miles away. Ulquiorra wrapped his arms around the woman- My Woman, he thought. He lifted her easily, and carried her back to his room, laying her tenderly on the bed. He sidled up to her and lay down himself, caressing her face, covering it in kisses. She grew breathless, and tugged at the high collar of his jacket. He unzipped it a few inches, and she pulled it further, revealing his Hollow hole, and the number four tattoo on the left of his chest. Her fingers traced the stark black against his white flesh, and slid over to run with gently curiosity around the rim of his Hollow hole.

                He shuddered, and came up on his arms, leaning over her and pinning her body partially under his to the green satin sheets. She could have escaped, if she had wanted to, but it was clear to him now what she wanted. He pressed his mouth to hers, and slid his tongue over her lips, begging entrance. Orihime complied, and her tongue slid against his as they kissed deeply.

                She pulled back and began to kiss his face, her tongue darting out to lick at his skin now and then. She moved down his neck, then chest, and traced his tattoo again, but with her tongue this time. Ulquiorra gasped in pleasure, and she continued the delicate licking around the edge of his hole.

                He surprised himself with a guttural moan as his body twitched spasmodically at her touch. He buried his face in her neck and hair, inhaling her deeply, something he had always wanted to do, since the first day he had seen her. He could not get enough of her erotic scent, and nuzzled the soft skin there, licking and nipping at her neck.

                She writhed and cried out at the touch of his teeth, “Oh, Ulquiorra… Yes.”

                He was thrilled by the sound of his name on her lips, and he bit her more forcefully then through the collar of her dress, her cries of ecstasy urging him on. A metallic taste caused him to draw back, and he could see she was bleeding slightly through her uniform. “You are injured,” he fretted by way of apology, and moved to get her a cloth to tend the wound, but she clutched at him with a feverish intensity, licking her own blood from his lips as she pulled him down into a passionate kiss.

                Realizing that Orihime could not care less about the laceration at this moment, Ulquiorra decided it was not important to him either. There would be time later to clean it up, and it was only a small wound, after all.

                Her fingers slid along the sides of his ribs, under his jacket, and around to his back. She raked her nails up his sides, and he hissed, bucking against her. Her tongue lapped again at the edges of his Hollow hole, and her fingers traced a mirror image on his back. Reaching the height of the hole, she feathered her fingertips across the tops of his shoulders, which sent shivers of pleasure down Ulquiorra’s spine, then deliberately clawed her nails down his back. Hard. Ulquiorra roared, like an animal in a cage, begging to be let out.

                Orihime rolled him over and pinned Ulquiorra to the bed, biting at his neck as he had bitten at hers. He moaned and his eyes rolled back in his head, as if in a trance. She did not bite him hard enough to draw blood, but almost. Teeth marks riddled his neck and shoulders, as though he had been chewed upon by some beast.

                He pulled her tightly against him, and cupped her round buttock firmly in his free hand as he pushed his tongue past her lips. He could feel her inhale sharply as he massaged the area, and she seemed to melt into him.

                His growing hardness strained against her stomach, and she arched her back to press into him. It was Ulquiorra’s turn then to gasp, and he grabbed her wrists as he rolled over again on top of Orihime, holding them above her head.

                Her cheeks were flushed, and her hair stuck to the beads of sweat on her face. Her eyes were half-lidded, stupefied by rapture, and she gaped for air. Ulquiorra rolled her over on her stomach, and held her down. She began to protest, but his breath hot on her ear silenced her. “Shhh,” he cajoled. She felt his fingers on the zipper of her uniform, and she squirmed uncontrollably, looking back at him worriedly. “Shhh,” he reprimanded her, stopping his hand, “Be still, and silent, or I shall stop. Do you understand?”

                She made no move, and no sound but the fevered panting of her breath. Ulquiorra nuzzled her ear gently and whispered, “I will not hurt you.”

                Her face lay to the side, on the pillow, and through the tangled mess of her hair she glared up at him with hungry eyes, daring him to go on.

                Ulquiorra unzipped the neck of her uniform only an inch or two. His tongue licked lightly at the nape of Orihime’s neck, and she shuddered, struggling to keep herself from defying his command. He nibbled gently for several minutes, and then pulled the zipper ever so slowly down, only two more inches.

                Her collar had opened enough then that he could see the place where he had broken the skin. It was indeed very small, and had already stopped bleeding. He licked a slow circle around it, and felt her trembling beneath him. He ground his hips into her ample back side through their clothing, and pressed his tongue forcefully against her skin. Orihime seized the sheets beneath her, clenching them tightly in her fists, hyperventilating, watching his every move.

                Ulquiorra smiled a little, which startled Orihime almost more than the intensity of the pleasure she was experiencing under his touch. For claiming to never have lain with a woman before, she felt surprised that he was such a skillful lover, so able to know exactly what pleased her.

                It is exactly like playing a violin, Ulquiorra thought as he traced feathery-light fingertips on her bare back. I touch her and listen for the sound… She bit her lip to keep from calling out, and her breath came in jagged gasps. ...And then sustain, or change the notes... He lowered the zipper a few more inches. It is music, and we are making it together, he realized, and ran his tongue along her exposed side.

                Orihime did cry out at that; an anguished whimper, and Ulquiorra, true to his word, froze, and sat very still.

                “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to… Please, don’t stop,” she begged. Orihime tried to roll over, but he held her down still with a strong arm as he straddled her hips, propped up on his right elbow alongside her body.

                “Shhh,” he chided, and she calmed herself again. Ulquiorra actually grinned at this. He found the situation to be terribly amusing suddenly, even as it was erotic, and turned his head to the side so she would not see it. He was surely receiving pleasure from it- the growing wetness on the front of his hakama attested to that. But a touch of formerly unknown mischief had arisen in him, and the strangest thing about it was how completely un-strange it felt to him. So completely natural. So easy. There was no pain now, no struggle or strife. He felt completely at peace in the moment.

                Can it be so simple? he asked himself as he puffed hot breath on Orihime’s side. Surely it must be more complicated than… this. He slid his hands under her body and teased her nipples, his thumbs drawing slow circles on the sides of her breasts. He couldn’t believe it had been as easy as she had said. Just stop fighting it. Surrender. Surrender to the emotion.

                He allowed her to roll over, and her kiss was fierce, which startled him initially. He pulled back and gave her a somewhat incredulous look, and an impish grin.

                Orihime was taken completely off guard. This was almost an entirely different person. The dark, messy hair, green eyes, pale skin, Hollow hole, Espada tattoo… He looked the same, but there was a playfulness about him, a completely alien demeanor compared to the Ulquiorra from a few minutes ago.

                “Who are you?” she asked with trepidation.

                Ulquiorra smiled. “I am myself.”

                Orihime seemed to have an understanding then, not in full, but she sensed it enough to share in the elation that lit up his face. She sat up and hugged him tight, kissing him all over his face, and he melted against her, both of them devolving into joyous, incredulous laughter.

                “Someone who can love you back,” Ulquiorra whispered to her, and she swallowed down a lump in her throat when she could see the sincerity in his eyes.

                “But how?” she asked.

                Ulquiorra grinned, and pushed her back playfully onto the bed. “I laid it down,” he laughed.

                She laughed too. “Really? Is that all it took?”

                He thought about it for a few moments, and then said, “I think partly. The bigger part. The problem was just letting it go.” Ulquiorra took her hand and held it over his chest, over his hole. “The aspect of death that I signify is emptiness. You have filled that. I am no longer what I was.”

                Orihime smiled, and tears brimmed up in her eyes. “I’m so happy,” she said, and clutched him tight.

                This new Ulquiorra was not fierce, Orihime learned quickly. He was gentle. Joyful. There was no more clawing that night, no more biting, except for playful, tickling nibbles. This is how I wanted it to be, she thought as they kissed and stroked each other’s bodies tenderly. Gone was the feeling of being prey to a predator. She felt on equal terms to him now. Every aspect of him, aside from his physical appearance, was completely human. She could almost forget that he wasn’t. They were just a couple of awkward young people, in love, and about to make love for the first time.

                He undid his hakama and pulled himself out as she hitched up her skirt. “Are you sure you want this?” Ulquiorra asked her, worry in his voice. “It might hurt.”

                Orihime blushed. “I know. It’s ok. I want it.” She pulled him toward her. “I want it with you,” she confessed.

                The head of his member slid along the wetness of her slit, and he pressed a finger, exploring to find the opening. Orihime gave a shudder as he found it, and Ulquiorra grinned, sliding a finger inside slowly.

                “Oh, Ulquiorra,” she panted. “That feels so good.” Her hand reached for him, to reciprocate. He obliged, positioning himself with his head toward her feet. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and slid her hand up and down, mimicking the motions he was making with his finger.

                When he realized what she was doing, it made him grin and shudder. He pulled his finger out, and she groaned in protest, looking down at him in dismay until she realized his intention. He slid a different finger into her, probing her wetness, and then returned the first one along with it to the warm depths of her core. She moaned loudly, and was greeted with him swelling in her hand in response to it. Droplets of clear, slippery fluid oozed from the tip, and she rubbed them into the head in a circular motion with her thumb. Ulquiorra threw his head back, electricity shooting through him.

                Orihime couldn’t take it anymore. “Please,” she whispered. “Please, please, please…” She just kept repeating herself, her head lolling from side to side, and Ulquiorra understood. He turned around and climbed on top of her, kissing her passionately as they both tried to catch their breath.

                Ulquiorra sat up and hesitated for a moment, his eyes probing hers. “Are you very sure?”

                “Yes,” she sighed, wrapping her legs around his hips, trying to pull him toward her.

                He guided the tip of himself into the wet opening, and very slowly he pressed further in until he met resistance. He looked worriedly at her again, and she pursed her lips, nodding emphatically as she clenched her eyes tight.

                With a stabbing thrust, Ulquiorra felt something in her give way, and she cried out with, “AH!” He stilled himself, and they lay together for a minute or two, until Orihime began to make small gyrations against him again.

                He moved slowly, knowing that the first time is more painful for a woman than for a man. Her pain shortly gave way to ecstasy though, and her attempts to muffle her wailing into a bed pillow were only partly successful.

                “Oh, Ulqui… ORRA!” she shrieked as she finally orgasmed. The sensation of her contracting inside around him caused him to rush to his own release. He fell on her heaving chest, both of them utterly spent. They both shuddered as he separated from her, and he pulled the sheets over them, holding her close.

                “Good night, Ulquiorra,” she whispered, content.

                He kissed her lips tenderly. “Good night, Orihime,” he replied. “I love you.” She smiled as she drifted off to sleep in his arms.

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                The next day, Ulquiorra was already up and getting showered in his private bath when Orihime awoke. A fresh uniform hung beside the bed for her over the back of a chair, with a white long stemmed rose laid across the lap of the uniform, on the seat of the chair. She smiled, and picked up the rose and the uniform, sniffing the flower. She hummed something happy to herself as she skipped off to the bathroom.

                Ulquiorra was just finishing up as she came in. “There is plenty of hot water remaining for you,” he said as he stepped out of the shower door, wrapping a towel around his waist.

                Orihime noticed the difference immediately. His whole demeanor had changed. He was as he had been when she had first come here; formal, cold, and removed. She stopped him as he went past, her hand on his wrist.

                Ulquiorra turned and looked blankly at her. “What is the matter?”

                Her brow furrowed. “I don’t know, you tell me,” she suggested in a hurt tone.

                Ulquiorra cocked his head inquisitively to the side. “What is the meaning of this, Woman?”

                She threw the uniform at him in anger. “Are you kidding me? You’re so… inaccessible. I’ve heard of this, after a guy and a girl are together, that he gets what he wants and then pushes her away…” Tears welled up in her eyes again, and she crumpled on the floor.

                He went to her, wrapping his arms around her, cradling her as she sobbed. “I am as I have always been,” Ulquiorra reassured her, seemingly confused.

                Orihime continued to sob, and pushed him away, turning her head so he would not see her face as she cried. Ulquiorra grabbed her wrist forcefully, and she gasped, whirling back around at him. “Let me go,” she sniffled.

                “Tell me, what is the matter,” he demanded.

                Orihime pulled feebly, trying to free her arm from his vice-like grip. “You got what you wanted,” she accused. “Now let me go. You’re hurting me.”

                “What do you mean by this?” Ulquiorra growled, the threatening undertone of his words stilling her instantly.

                “You’ve changed,” she insisted. “Last night, you were so sensitive… even happy. Now you’re cold and distant. If you don’t really care about me, fine. But don’t play head games like this with me. It’s cruel.”

                Ulquiorra bristled at the sting of her words, staring off, lost in thought. His grip loosened momentarily on Orihime’s arm, and she jerked it free, rubbing mournfully at her wrist.

                Ulquiorra stood briskly, and offered his hand to help Orihime to her feet as well. “It is as you say, Woman,” he told her, “I am indeed different, though not for the reasons you state.”

                “Then why?” Orihime pleaded, pounding her fists on his chest as she fell against him, gazing tearfully up into Ulquiorra’s jade eyes.

                He wrapped his arms around her. “I am not entirely sure. But please know, my love for you is true, even if I am unable to communicate it clearly,” he offered.

                Her fears sated for the moment, Orihime rubbed her head against Ulquiorra’s bare chest, sighing as the last of her tears quelled themselves. She began to plant tiny soft kisses over his Espada tattoo. Ulquiorra shuffled his feet uncomfortably. “Woman,” he whispered into her ear, “you are making me embarrassed.”

                “Huh?” Orihime looked around, perplexed, until Ulquiorra shifted his towel-clad loins into her stomach, and she felt the firmness growing under there. “Oh!” She laughed, and pulled at his hand, dragging him back toward the bed, encouraged rather than reprimanded by his words.

                “You will hurt yourself, Woman,” he chided. “You body requires time to heal.”

                Orihime pressed herself against Ulquiorra’s body, and he felt his resolve melting away just as surely as his arousal grew. Her tongue on his throat was met with his sharp intake of breath. “Orihime,” he scolded her softly, “You must rest. I do not wish to injure you further.”

                “You won’t have to,” she replied mysteriously, grinding her stomach against his towel, eliciting a small moan of pleasure from him.

                “If we engage in intercourse a second time, so close to your first, you will surely sustain further bodily harm,” Ulquiorra explained, not sure how convincing he sounded, given his present desire for her.

                Orihime kissed around his Hollow hole, remembering how sensitive that area seemed to be, and she felt him swell as she laid her hand on his member through the towel. He let out another moan, and her other hand traced up his spine and around the edges of the hole on his back.

                She pushed him back a few steps, and he lost his footing, falling back onto the bed. She knelt beside the bed and reached under the towel, gently stroking his scrotum.

                “Wo… man…” he gasped, his eyes half-closing in ecstasy. “What are you doing?”

                “Pleasuring you.” Orihime smiled, and folded back the corner of the towel, revealing the white, glistening head of his erect penis. She had heard of oral sex at school, and knew that the boys supposedly enjoyed it, but she had never of course done anything like this herself. Her boldness was a front; she was nervous, unsure exactly what to do. She glanced somewhat dubiously at his member, and then moved closer.

                Sensing her hesitation, Ulquiorra stopped her. “You do not have to do this,” he said.

                Orihime smiled. “I want to…” she trailed off as her tongue slipped out and tentatively lapped at the fluid beaded at the opening.

                Ulquiorra stifled a shocked moan, and threw his head back, lost in the sensation. Encouraged by his response, Orihime took the tip into her mouth. He did let out a moan then; guttural, primal, and he writhed on the sheets. She pressed onto him, taking him inch by inch into her mouth until she had all of him, then began to slowly back off again. His spasmodic twitching told her she was doing something right, and so she repeated the action, slowly bobbing down and back up the length of him.

                Ulquiorra sat up on his elbows to look at her. Her long, auburn hair was sticking to the mingled saliva and fluid that glistened along his shaft. The sight of him disappearing into the soft, warm, moist pocket of her mouth, and sliding back out again, was almost more than he could stand. Orihime experimentally lapped her tongue broad and flat across the head, like it was an ice cream cone. Ulquiorra bucked his hips at this, twisting his fingers in the sheets as he arched his back. “Ohhhhh,” he breathed.

                He looked down at her again as she was pulling away, a strand of his sticky fluid hanging from her lip to his shaft. She wiped coyly at her mouth with the back of her hand, and then crawled up his body like a hungry tiger, dragging her tongue along him as she made her way up to his mouth to kiss him feverishly.

                Ulquiorra had thought he would be disgusted by the taste of his own fluids on her mouth, but it was quite the opposite. He found kissing her surprisingly erotic, and the taste itself was not unpleasant. He kissed her deeply, running his tongue along hers and over her teeth. She pulled back, breathless, and using his superior strength then, he rolled her over so he was on top.

                Orihime’s eyes widened momentarily as he did this, and he read the anxiety there. “Do not fear,” he offered. “I will not hurt you.” He kissed at her neck, biting more gently than before, and worked his way down to her chest. Massaging the sides of her breasts firmly in his palms, he rolled his tongue in circles, tracing around her left nipple.

                “Oh, Ulquiorra,” she panted. His fingers mirrored the stimulation on the other nipple until he switched sides, giving the attention of his lips and tongue to the neglected breast. He suckled and nibbled gently there, as her eyes rolled crazily in her head. She ran her fingers through her own hair, moaning eagerly.

                Kneeling between her thighs, he pressed his muscular abdomen firmly against the bundle of nerves at the apex of her opening. She responded in kind, grinding back against his stomach. His fingers traced the instep of her left foot, up to her ankle, her calf, the back of her knee, the inside of her thigh, and the curve of her buttock. She uttered a cry of anguish, arching in anticipation as he stroked her velvet folds lightly with a finger.

                Ulquiorra then moved his mouth to Orihime’s left foot, kissing and licking the instep, and biting gently. If not for his strength and quick reaction time, she would have inadvertently kicked his teeth in at the unexpected, tickly pleasure. He paused at her ankle, licking hard and sucking at the soft flesh there. She began to melt at this, and her chest heaved with a deep sigh of contentment.

                With feathery kisses, he moved up the inside of her calf to the back of her knee, where he pulled her leg up and proceeded to lick and suck as he had at her ankle. Glancing at her eyes, he could see that she wanted him badly, but he would not concede. He dreaded the thought of harming her; it was positively abhorrent to him. He continued up the inside of her thigh with his teasing kisses. When he reached her loins, he paused at the crease where her leg met her hip, and traced the seam line up across the front of her hip with his tongue. Orihime gasped and writhed in ecstasy as he pressed his mouth hard into the crevice, licking and sucking at it as though it were already her hot, wet slit he was upon.

                As Ulquiorra passed over the meridian of her body, he paused, huffing hot air onto her clitoris, grazing it with a soft, quick flick of his tongue. It was a taunting reminder of things to come, as he passed it by and moved down to her right foot, repeating the process of mouthing her pulse points. He did this slowly and passionately, taking his time. She was so fevered by the time he had finished at her other hip, she was nearly delusional.

                Ulquiorra planted his hands firmly on Orihime’s thighs to hold her down, and breathed hot puffs of air again on the swollen nub at her center. He did a quick visual inspection of her folds for any signs of trauma or damage from the previous night. She was swollen, clearly, but that could just as easily have been from the present excitement, and judging from the fluid that was beginning to seep from her, he determined that was the most likely cause.

                He pointed his tongue and barely grazed her as he traced the length of her nether-lips, up and down each side, and in tiny circles around her clitoris. His tongue slid along her opening, darting in and out. She let out a mewling cry at the introduction of his tongue. Orihime tangled her fingers in his ebony locks as she tried to pull his face harder into her, but Ulquiorra kept at his slow, steady, controlled pace. As her fingers clutched at his hair, her right hand found the hard bone half-helm of his Hollow mask. He froze, and she could feel him shudder under the touch. She traced her fingers along the bony ridges of the helm, scraping her fingernails lightly up the horn to the very tip. She was pleased immensely to watch the reaction in him, almost as strong as if she had been fondling his member. His concentration on the task at hand lapsing, his eyes clouded over and his head bowed. She reveled at the opportunity, and pushed herself up on her elbows to lick and suck at the horn, eliciting gasps and shudders from Ulquiorra, who had never known before now that his mask was so sensitive. She mouthed the ridged plates along the side, and then moved down to his ear.

                Momentarily distracted, Ulquiorra absently reached a free hand down to stroke himself as she continued to lick and suck at him. When Orihime saw what he was doing, she made a disappointed sound, and reached for him herself. “Let me,” she pleaded. He was happy to oblige her, moving up onto the bed so they could lie side by side and pleasure each other at the same time.

                Orihime took his member again in her mouth, silently vowing not to finish before him. Ulquiorra decided about that same time that his tongue was no longer a satisfactory tool to perform the required task, and stroked a finger along her moist opening, begging entrance. She moaned and pressed herself onto it, impaling herself on his hand as he stroked in and out, searching inside her for the spot that would bring her climax. It was already becoming a difficult vow to fulfill, as she knew he had found the sweet spot he had been searching for, causing her to lose all focus and concentration on pleasuring him, lost in her own sensations. She fell to the side, wallowing in the ecstasy of his masterful touch. As his fingers strummed inside of her, his mouth worked the tiny, sensitive outer nub.

                “Ohhhhhhh,” she sighed, squirming against him. “Say my name,” she begged.

                “Orihime,” he whispered lustily. She writhed. “Orihime,” he repeated, and she began to pant heavily.

                “Oh, Ulquiorra, that feels sooo good…”

                “Orihime,” he purred again, and her breath quickened.

                “Ohhh, Ulquiorra,” she moaned. “I’m… I’m going to… OOOOOOHHH!!” Orihime’s long, drawn-out moan intensified into a scream as she thrashed on the sheets in release, her thighs clenching tight around his hand as she exploded inside in convulsing waves. Her wailing slowly reduced to panting and whimpers of pleasure as he occasionally twitched his fingers, causing her little orgasmic aftershocks.

                She pulled him up beside her, kissing him drowsily and holding him close. She smiled, feeling completely content, and he returned the smile.

                Orihime’s eyes shot open then, and she sat up. “There!” she shouted.

                Ulquiorra looked around. “There what?” he asked, confused.

                She brought her hand to his cheek, and stroked it lightly. “That’s it,” she realized. “Don’t you see how different you are now?”

                He thought for a moment, and then the realization overcame him as well. “You’re right,” he grinned. “But why?”

                Her hand sought out the softening lump between his legs, and she wrapped her fingers firmly around it, smiling as he gasped and closed his eyes, thrusting reflexively into her hand with a moan.

                “I think it’s this,” she said, continuing to stroke him.

                “My penis?” he asked laughingly.

                “No…” Orihime leaned down, lapping at him again, eliciting a slightly louder moan this time. “I think it’s the pleasure.”

                He gazed at her, wonderstruck. “How can that be?”

                “Didn’t you tell me your aspect of death was emptiness?” she asked. He nodded. She sucked and licked at him, and his head lolled back as he bit his lip, panting. “But you feel that?”

                He grinned sarcastically. “Of course.”

                “But how is that possible, if you are emptiness?” she implored. “Somehow, it’s overcoming the emptiness, or filling you,” she reasoned.

                Ulquiorra began to ponder the possibility of this, but didn’t get very far, because Orihime fell on him, licking and sucking, which was terribly distracting to him. He resigned himself to working out the mystery of this later, and gave himself completely over to the hungry hands and mouth of his woman.
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