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A Brief Experiment in Cross-Breeding	By : GroovyGondolas Category: Bleach > General Views: 10978 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The first Espada didn’t even bother to look back at them as he led them through the maze of hallways. Isane was following her captain’s lead as they obediently followed the arrancar, wherever he was taking them. Unohana could tell that her lieutenant was terrified and did her best to project a reassuring calm, returning each of the woman’s anxious glances with a comforting smile. Starrk suddenly stopped outside one of the indistinguishable white doors that were dotted along the hallway, wearily declaring that the room beyond was to be Isane’s for the time being.
The tall woman’s face whitened when she realized that she was to be separated from her captain and looked as if she was about to protest. Before she could speak, Unohana took her fukutachou’s long-boned hand into her smaller one. “Go, Isane. I will see you soon.”
Never to dispute an order from her beloved captain, Isane looked at the ground in quiet assent. Unohaha gave Isane’s hand a re-assuring squeeze before Starrk took her wrists and undid her bindings. Restraints now removed, he allowed the lieutenant to step into the room. The nondescript white door, indistinguishable from all the others, closed behind her. Starrk locked it with a wave of his hand and a flash of kido.
Now alone with the Espada, Unohana allowed him to lead her further along the hallway. He opened another door and gestured for her to enter before following her into the room. Clearly these were his chambers.
For being the most highly ranked Espada the contents of Starrk’s room were surprisingly basic. There was a series of windows that opened out onto a view of the white sand, a few chairs for lounging, a large, empty table, a couple of couches, and a large canopy bed flanked by two nightstands. No art on the walls, no decorations or other embellishments, everything was clean, white, and sterile. Even the floors were the same immaculate alabaster of the rest of Hueco Mundo. Without so much as a word Starrk grabbed ahold of her wrists and undid the cuffs restraining them. He then walked over to his bed, lay down, and promptly went to sleep.
It wasn’t until much later in the evening that the Espada showed any signs of life more than light, regular snores. Unohana had used the time to quietly inspect what she assumed to be her prison cell. Her initial impression of the quarters had been correct. Everything in the room she was in and the large bathroom connected to it was completely spotless and devoid of any significant furnishings or contents. A cupboard behind a panel in the washroom, which boasted a sink, toilet, shower, and a large white tub big enough to fit four grown adults, had revealed only basic supplies: soaps, towels, washcloths and the like. Unohana decided to take advantage of her captor’s inattention to her for the time being and wash the fine desert sand from her body. Grabbing a towel and some of the soaps, which smelled surprisingly pleasant, she stepped into the warm waters of the shower. She used her fingers to loose the dark coils of her braid and allow her hair to flow freely under the shower’s spray. The collar had not come off.
It was the first time she had been really alone since her capture. Every moment until now had been devoted to keeping calm and practical in front of her captors and companions. The rigid shell of composure she had constructed around herself began to dissolve. She felt a great pressure seem to catch in her chest, but there was no outburst, no eruption of emotions. She thought about crying, or shouting, or taking her frustrations out by beating her fists against the walls of the shower stall, but none of those options had any appeal. If anything she felt numb, then perhaps tired. Of course she wished that she could be back home, safe in Seretei, but she didn’t feel the rush of panic the expected even though she knew she was now trapped.
Maybe she was simply in shock. The human brain had a myriad of unpredictable and interesting ways of processing stress, all equally valid to the person experiencing them. She tried to feel around her emotions, like someone would explore the sensation of a sore tooth with their tongue, but all that seemed to be there was weary acceptance of the current situation. Perhaps her resolve to remain rational throughout the whole ordeal had been effective, even on herself.
Unohana was intrigued when she exited the shower and noticed that another panel on the bathroom wall had opened to reveal several sets of white robes, all apparently in her size. It looked like Aizen wanted them all to match the rest of the subjects living in his fortress. She glanced at her robes and captain’s cloak where she had left them, neatly folded. While certainly not a show of rebellion, she saw no sense in changing back into her dirt and battle stained robes.
Dressed in the new clothing and slightly refreshed, Unohana went to sit on one of the couches, choosing the one closest to the windows. The endless sands of Hueco Mundo glowed under the huge crescent moon than hung in the deep purple sky. She noticed there were no stars. Escape from this wasteland would be difficult, if not completely impossible. Their only real hope would be for rescue, but Unohana knew it was unlikely that Seretei would be coming to their aid anytime soon. Not with multiple officers missing and all of them likely presumed dead.
No, it seemed that their most likely liberator would be the ryoka boy, Kurosaki. He had fought nearly all of soul society to come and rescue Kuchiki Rukia. Charging into the middle of Aizen’s stronghold and fighting all of his top soldiers to do it again seemed to be the exact sort of thing he would do.
Unohana was still smiling at the thought when the door to the room opened. To her surprise Hanataro came in pushing a cart. It was obvious that no further harm had come to him the few hours that had passed since she had last seen him. Following close behind him like a musher on a dog sled came the young arrancar girl who had been charged with his care, scolding and directing him the entire way into the room. Hanataro answered each barked command with meek “Yes, Lilinette-hime”s, which then caused her to admonish him for being pathetic. The entire display was quite comedic. It would appear that Lilinette took great joy and amusement in having someone to order around, and there was no real malice in her voice as she rattled off orders like a drill sergeant.
Unohana stood up to bow her thanks at the pair as Hanataro set out a covered tray on the table next to her. Hanataro seemed bursting with relief just to get to see her again while Lilinette seemed a bit startled at the polite acknowledgement. Lilinette hustled Hanataro out of the room slightly more quietly than they had arrived.
She wasn’t surprised to hear Stark stirring on the bed behind her, although if anyone could have slept through the racket that had just taken place she would have guessed it was him.
“Dinner?” she offered courteously, looking over to where Starrk remained on the bed. He barely opened one eye in acknowledgement, waving her off and closing it again. It would appear she would be dining alone.
As she took the cover off they tray to inspect the food she kept the arrancar in her peripheral vision, but as she ate all he did was roll over onto his side and begin to doze again. He reminded her of a well-fed, lethargic house cat, who only bothered to move when following a sunbeam across the couch. Even so, she kept him in her sights. Lazy appearance or not he was the strongest of all of the Espada and not to be underestimated. Plus she had the feeling that he would, reluctantly enough, be following Aizen’s order to the letter.
She didn’t find out for certain until she had eaten her fill and had gone back to contemplating the empty expanse of Hueco-Mundo’s white desert for a good hour or so. The moon still shone brightly over the sand as if a hole had been punched through the cloth of the deep purple sky, allowing the light beyond to filter in. It hadn’t moved since she had first observed it. Telling time in this frozen world of the dead was going to be difficult, but she guessed it to be evening when the sleeping man on the bed roused. She felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up as he pulled himself off of the mattress and began to approach her.
She did her best to stay calm. He didn’t look like the violent type but she had no illusion that any resistance on her part would be met with unyielding rigidity. There was no sense in risking bodily harm by fighting, especially when there were others who would no doubt need her abilities in the coming days.
Starrk stood in front of her, face showing resignation and what might have been a note of displeasure at being forced to carry out such an order. He gave a sigh of discontentment before he spoke.
“I am sure I don’t want to do this anymore than you do, Shinigami, but I have no choice. Orders are orders.”
Unohana tried to give him an empathetic smile. She believed him. “I understand,” she said, and rose to follow him back to the large white bed. Not looking at her he began to undo the wide black sash that held his jacket closed, allowing it to fall haphazardly to the floor. His white coat followed in a similar fashion. Unohana began to undress also, but her clothing was neatly folded and set on the bedside table. They stood back to back, both removing layer after layer of fabric until the night air kissed their naked skin. Unohana shivered, although she was not sure if it was due to the sudden draft or in apprehension of what she was about to do. She tried to re-assure herself that what she was about to face would be nothing compared to what her companions would have to suffer, but still and anxious knot twisted in her belly.
The knot of apprehension only tightened when she heard him settle his weight on to the bed. Taking a deep breath to steady herself Unohana turned to face his naked figure, now seated on the mattress. She did her best to keep her well-practiced serene expression firmly affixed on her face. Throughout her life she had seen war and its after effects, treated countess injuries that would turn the stomach of the most-battle hardened soldier, and tended the victims of every horrifying disease that could ravage the bodies of the young and old alike. She knew that keeping herself calm and focused sometimes did more to help her patients than the actual treatment. She hoped it would work on herself as well.
The man sitting in front of her was tall, nearly at her eye level despite being seated. His cool blue eyes met hers, and Unohana was partially relieved his stare remained on her face, rather than crawling lecherously all over her naked body. Perhaps with this man she would be able to maintain the same clinical detachment she had become accustomed to while examining and healing the bodies of her patients. She did her best to return the favor, forcing her eyes away from inspecting his nude form.
From a medical standpoint, arrancar were truly fascinating. How the body could continue to function with a solid hole bored through its center was a mystery indeed. From where Starrk’s void was located he should be paralyzed from the neck down, not to mention unable to breath, speak, or eat. And yet, as impossible as it was, there were dozens of arrancar like him, all going about their lives as normal. The medical professional in her was almost glad to have such an opportunity to observe them up close.
She realized she was distracting herself from the task at hand. Starrk moved fully onto the bed, long, naked body stretched out on the mattress in the same position he seemed to favor while sleeping, one leg bent at the knee, arms thrown behind his head. His face didn’t show any impatience but clearly he was waiting for her to join him. Unohana moved herself on the bed as well, but did not want to be the first one to initiate contact between the two of them.
“Lay down,” he said. His voice was deep and warm. She did as she was asked, obediently moving to settle on her back next to him, her body mere inches from his.
“I’ll try to make this as painless as possible,” he said, rolling over to prop himself up on his side next to her. She nodded her thanks.
His large, calloused hand alighted on the gentle curve of her belly, lazily stroking her skin on its way between her legs. Forcing herself to keep her breath steady, she complied with his wordless request and moved her thighs apart, allowing him access. Unohana kept her eyes glued on the canopy above her as Starrk began to rub her sensitive womanhood through the layer of soft curls at the cleft of her legs. At least it appeared that he had some concern for her comfort.
She did her best to focus on his firm caresses. Fighting her body’s natural response would only mean discomfort and possible damage. She closed her eyes and tried to put her mind somewhere else. Unohana herself didn’t have many “love interests” as the young women of her division would say, and to be honest, she didn’t entirely mind. She was a busy, career-focused woman who hardly had enough time for herself, much less for someone else. Her last lover had been nearly a lifetime ago.
Starrk seemed in no rush to move things along, and even appeared to be dozing as he continued his gentle massaging. She began to relax under his touch, even shifting so his attentions were directed where they were most pleasurable. Mentally she thanked him for the consideration he was showing her; surely none of the others were being shown such kindness. She permitted him to slide his fingers further down along her slit, moving her knees even farther apart. She could feel his fingers slide along her vulva, slicked by the juices that were the result of his touch. He kept up his attention to her sensitive clit while he slipped a finger inside of her. She tipped her pelvis up, allowing him to plunge inside more deeply.
Unohana made a small noise of pleasure as his hand caused and especially delicious bolt of stimulation to shoot up her spine. Starrk took that as a sign to shift his body so he was now on top of her. She moved her legs, allowing him to settle between then. She did not look at his face, choosing instead to focus on the moon outside from where she could see it through the window. She did her best not to react as she felt the blunt head of his penis being smoothed across her delicate folds, taking deep, measured breaths as he slowly eased his length inside of her. The intrusion, while not exactly comfortable, didn’t cause her any pain.
Once fully inside she felt the arrancar pause, as if giving her time to get used to his hard length as it stretched inside of her. She felt the heat from his skin radiate from where they were connected, flesh against flesh, as well as from his hips to her thighs as their bodies pressed together. He began to gently move in and out, his pace even and rhythmic. Despite the hitching of her breath with each of his measured strokes Starrk made no sound. Unohana peeked at him through her eyelashes and saw that his eyes were closed as well, his face impassive. She wondered if he was trying to imagine something too.
She did nothing to assist him in reaching his release and chose to lie against the mattress passively, hoping rather impatiently despite herself that he would hurry and end their ordeal. When he finished it came without warning. There was no groan of release, no sound of pleasure. Instead he made one final, deep thrust and froze as he spilled himself inside of her. Afterwards he rested for a moment before carefully sliding himself out of her and falling onto his side.
Unohana remained frozen where she was, but turned her head to look at him. Remarkably enough, he appeared to have dozed off once again. She was surprised when he spoke.
“You can remain here, or sleep on the couch. Your decision.” He offered sleepily.
She glanced at the couch. It certainly didn’t look all that comfortable. She weighed her options; it would appear that now that the Espada had fulfilled his obligations he had no intention of touching or harming her.
“I’ll stay here, thank you.” She said quietly. She picked up her robe from where she had left it on the side table and wrapped it around herself, getting to her feet so she could quickly steal away to the bathroom.
When she returned she noticed that the Espada, still naked, had scooted over on the bed giving her ample room for herself. Quietly she slid underneath the sheets, drawing the white blanket up and around her chin. She thought it would be difficult to sleep, considering the stress of her capture, Aizen’s command, and the fact that she was now literally sleeping with the enemy, but the events of the day had left her exhausted and she quickly sank into a deep slumber.
Starrk had felt her weight shift on the bed as she had cozied herself into the blankets. He did not move until he heard her breath start to come in deep and even. He had been correct in his assumption that out of all the women she would be the least troublesome. He felt a pang of guilt as he thought about what he had had to do to her, but was glad she had appeared to be in no great amount of pain. In sleep her expression was quite peaceful, downright impressive considering the events of the day. It must have taken an enormous amount of strength to maintain her composure from the moment he had brought her in for capture, through Aizen’s announcement of his twisted plan, her separation from her comrades, and finally after what he had had to do to her. Her choice to remain in his bed was certainly an interesting one, but he was glad that now he could offer her some peace and rest. Ensuring that she was nestled warmly under the blankets and she had a good amount of space to herself, Starrk rolled over and fell asleep for the final time that night.
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