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Orihime: Inner Spirit Rise to Power Re-Write	By : Kisuke.LikeABoss Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 4177 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: This first paragraph is a really quick summery of where the gang is along the story line. As a tribute to the original author's concept there was a pinch of Ichihime in the beginning. But if you can't tell I'm making it swing toward Ulquihime *lemon here, you have been warned*

Chapter 3: Tales of Los Noches

Breaking into Las Noches, Ichigo and his friends split up. Each is confronted with various Arrancar. Uryū and Pesche fight and eventually defeat Cirucci with Seele Schneider. As they run off they encounter Renji and Dondochakka and their fight against Szayelaporro. Ichigo faces off against the Privaron Espada Dordoni. Trying to defeat him without his Bankai, Ichigo finds that he can't. Dordoni fires a Cero at Ichigo, but Nel, intervenes and absorbs the blast before firing it back at him. Dordoni attacks Nel, Ichigo uses his Bankai to save her. To finish this fight off quickly Ichigo uses his Hollow Mask, defeating Dordoni in an instant. After one final attack by Dordoni, Ichigo escapes with the child Arrancar by Dordoni's sacrifice. Chad reaches a room and is confronted by a Privaron Espada named Mosqueda. Chad is overwhelmed at first. He soon alters the armor for both his arms defeating Mosqueda. Unfortunately the victory is short lived as Chad is taken down by another Espada, Nnoitra. Rukia senses Chad's reiatsu depleting, she hurries to find him and encounters Espada Aaroniero who looks an awful lot like her mentor Kaien-dono. Realizing he is not her former vice-captain, she develops her third dance with Sode no Shirayuki and kills him, then promptly passes out. Upon sensing Rukia's defeat, Ichigo races to get to her; however he finds a new obstacle to face.

Earlier that day…

Ulquiorra walked the long hall grimly. Today he would bring out that secret power that resides inside the woman captive. He would do whatever it will take to rip this woman's confidence. For surely once she sees that there is no hope for her, she will quickly comply with his orders. Just before entering her wing, he runs into Nnoitra. Not wanting to spend any time in conversation with him, Ulquiorra walks passed him as if he didn't exist.

"Well, Ulquiorra… how goes the discipline with pet-sama?" Nnoitra asked with a lecherous grin.

"Debauched obscene filth," Ulquiorra replied as he continued on passed him.

Nnoitra used his Sonído to catch up to him saying, "Oh, come on now Ulquiorra, I'm only asking how well you are taking care of Aizen's new toy. I know he asked you of all the Espada to look after her because you lack any… virile ambitions."

"You believe me to be lacking in whatever that may be, it would not compare to your inability to grasp the slightest concept of a psychological deception," Ulquiorra countered. And with that he left the skeptical filth in the hall. Upon entering the door to the female's room, he caught his breath at the sight. She had changed her clothes, wearing slim fitting white pants. Her top was also a white halter with black straps and buckles across the chest, to keep it in place. Along her hands and arms she wore long black lace gloves with the fingers cut out. He had not known these were provided for her, as he watched from the door at her half turned body he noted that had she had a mask and hollow hole, she'd make a rather attractive Arrancar. Clearing his head as well as his throat, he gained her attention. "I have made ready our outing, follow me and keep up." He turned and walked out.

Orihime made a slight sneer of her lips and walked toward the Hollow. Without realizing it, she found herself to be using her fast-step to keep up with him. She tried to get him to slow down, but once she made it clear to him that she could keep up he had no intention of slowing his progress of her unveiling. They reached a clearing on the outskirts of the palace. This was the place. There was no escaping his attack, as Ulquiorra swung around quickly with his right arm stretched out and his hand in a knife like dive toward the woman's neck. Orihime dodged his first attack and countered it with a swift leg sweep, which he naturally hopped over. What he didn't expect was for her to swing around again and with her left leg bring it around and with a fast jolt upwards connect with his chin, sending the Arrancar flying into the air backwards. 'Interesting' was all he thought as he came flying back down toward her, as he could see she tried to make a break for it in the opposite direction.

'Holy Shit!' Orihime screamed in her mind. 'Is this really happening!' She didn't have time to contemplate, she found an opening and she bolted in the other direction with her fast-step. But he was right on her tail firing his cero at her. "Sōten Kisshun," she yelled followed immediately by "Koten Zanshun!" Before her appeared her spirit shield blocking the cero from the Espada, then Tsubaki flew through the air aimed at Ulquiorra. During her training she worked hard with Tsubaki and she no longer hesitated to use him as he was meant to be used. Tsubaki hit home and slashed the Arrancar's side. She didn't want to do this here without her friends, but Ulquiorra was giving her no options. Before he could counter for another attack she went for it. "Roku Kotan Hana's combine!" then after a flash of orange spirit energy, there stood Orihime holding a long katana shaped sword in her hand with a rose shaped guard and a handle with orange wrapping.

"I see," said the pale Arrancar. "I'm curious to see if you actually know how to use that, Onna."

"Only one way to find out, Emo-boy," she heckled back at him. She felt euphoric for the first time in her life. One corner of her lips inched up, as she prepared for him to unsheathe his Zanpakutō. And the clash of swords began.

Having never heard this term "Emo-boy" before he could only assume it was meant to be an insult. Ulquiorra raised his Zanpakutō and parried and thrust it forward, invading the female's space. She would deflect and block a few of his attacks. All he was really watching was the face before him, and the odd look she made. Judging from what he knew of humans and their pathetic emotions, he could deduce the sensation she was feeling was contentment. What a peculiar woman. He was actually surprised by her unconventional pleasure. He found himself wanting to see more. So he decided to push her further, curious to see how far she would go. He began to add cero attacks to his regimen of slashes and parries. She would counter with her unique power, shielding herself as well as deflecting his ceros back at him. Even though he was fascinated with these turn of events, he knew it was time to end this farce of a battle. He believed he had collected all the data he needed from her. He paused in mid-air and watched as she halted her assault as well. "That's enough Onna. I believe we accomplished stimulating mental moral, it's time to return you to your quarters," he said not even the slightest bit out of breath. He watched the rise and falls of her panting torso, and knew, at this moment in time, there was no way she would challenge him. Or so he thought. She did make another attempt to assail him. However he quickly used Sonído to get behind her, with his Zanpakutō raised to her throat and his hand with cero ready, at her side.

"You can't kill me, Aizen would be mad," she jeered. How she let him overcome her she was still trying to understand.

"If you cause too much trouble, I have permission to incapacitate you as needed," was his reply. He eased his cero back, "Put away you weapon, Onna," he stated in her ear. He felt her tremble in front of him. She looked to be visibly shaken, but she released her sword. He heard her speak, "Disperse!" and the orange glow returned from whence it came. He slowly withdrew his Zanpakutō, returning it to its sheath. He kept his hand at her side, but he placed the flat of his palm against her waist. She was still trembling; this caught his interest even more.

"Are you afraid of me, Onna," he asked again articulating in her ear. She turned to face him, and his hand slid across her flat stomach. Orihime didn't know what she was doing, or why she felt this need to do it, but as she faced him, her eyes lowered into slits and a flush came to her cheeks when she raised her crown. His breath caught once again.

"I'm not afraid," she asserted. Then she did the unthinkable, she raised her lips to his and caressed them gently. Ulquiorra remained there unmoving, as this was an unexpected turn of events. He was not unfamiliar with this form of stimulation, but why would his captive preform this act. When she pressed her chest into his, he was lost. This was a foreign sensation he felt in his gut. He watched as her eyes closed completely, and the tip of her tongue moistened his lower lip. He was being eviscerated by this woman, with a simple touch of lips against lips. He reacted without thought; he pushed her away from him, grabbed her by the wrist and hauled her back towards her room.

'Wow, stupid, stupid, stupid, Orihime! What is wrong with you?!' she thought to herself. 'It was just the thrill of the battle that had to be it.' She tried to convince herself. She would never actually react to this emotionless man in such a way otherwise. Would she? She replayed the events leading up to her action. When she remembered her kissing him a renewed thrilling shock sped through her, from the middle of her belly and spreading out in a radius about her entire body. Lost in her deliberations she didn't know she was back in her room. She didn't see the door shut securely. She didn't notice the object of her inspiration had yet to leave her where she stands. She didn't feel her body being pulled further into the room, to where her bed rested. Then she felt his touch.

Ulquiorra pulled the woman towards himself. Curious about the odd sensations she emitted from him, as well as her reactions. He reasoned with himself that this was merely further research he needed to conduct. He brought his hand up and palmed the side of her face. She looked up at him, but gone was the shimmer of amusement, replaced with something else. Something he recognized as much darker. "Onna, what are you doing?" he choked out. Her response was to repeat her actions from before, with more fervor. She hurtled her lips to his again. This time being more eager, she nipped his bottom lip with her teeth. He gasped and opened his lips to her invading tongue. "Ohm," was the sound that came from him. He felt like he was losing a battle, it was a feeling he was not accustomed to. Her eyes were shut and her cheeks were reddened once again. He found this look to her intriguing, and his instincts seemed to take over as he too found his eyes closing in elation. He pressed her more firmly to him, feeling her trembling body now knowing what was making her shake. It wasn't the fight, it was him. No this woman wasn't frightened by him. She was excited by him. He noticed that he himself was starting to shiver.

He brought his hands forward to unclasp the buckles of her top, needing to feel more of her skin against him. She responded in kind, lifting her hands to the zipper of his vest and pulling it down. One by one they each removed an article of the others clothing until they both were exposed to scrutiny. Only at this time did they break away from their kiss for a moment, simply to move their lips to the rest of the uncovered skin. Ulquiorra moved to her neck, nipping with his teeth and brushing her sensitive skin with his tongue. Orihime's arms wound around the Arrancar's waist, caressing his back lightly with her fingertips. As he dipped his head lower he brought his hand up to caress one of her fleshy orbs. To the other he licked and grazed with his teeth. The female's hands stroked lower on his back until they reached his buttocks where she gave a slight squeeze. Moving his hands from their current position, he followed her sides and mimicked her same action. Bringing his hands to the underside of her thighs he lifted her up and pressed her core to his. She moaned out loud at this. He strode the last few feet to the edge of the bed, and placed her down upon it. He brought his lips back to hers, and kissed her deeply. She brought her hands around to his chest near his hollow hole and glided them down, feeling all his lean, taunt stomach muscles. Gathering her courage once again, Orihime passed one small hand farther down to embrace his most intimate segment. A growl formed in Ulquiorra's throat, and escaped. He placed one hand above her holding himself steady and stroked the other down her stomach to her center. He rubbed his finger inside finding her slick and ready.

"Onna, I can't stop this if we go further, push me away right now or I will claim you," he growled at her again, removing his hand and placing it at her side. She placed him at her entrance, a glimmer of vivaciousness and the mask of desire covered her features. She looked at him with challenge in her eyes. When he pressed into her she moaned "Don't stop," bringing her hands once again to his back. He heard nothing more until he pushed past her barrier into her hot valley. The cry coming from her gave him pause. He couldn't move though he wanted to. He placed his hands on either side of her head, and brought his lips down onto hers, where he simulated with his mouth and tongue what he planned to do to her lower body. She began to calm with his kiss, gliding her finger along his spine. When she reared her hips forward into his, he knew she was ready for him again. He slipped a hand from her face and traveled lightly down her side, grazing over the tip of the mound on her chest. He moved to place it in his mouth once again, as his hand continued its slide down further along her side, passing her waist to rest along her thigh. He raised it slightly then he slid his pelvis forward and back in slow even movements.

With the rocking actions against her hips, Orihime felt new sensations sparking through core. She was beneath this man, groaning and crying in ecstasy, the feeling was remarkable. Never had she felt so alive, then as she did at this moment. She had the urge within her to shift and shuffle her own body. She arched her back and felt new vibrations shoot amongst her nerves. Something was building inside her, trying to escape. She could feel it creep from her abdomen, rising along her chest, ending at her throat. Unsure as to what this was she feared letting it leave her, but the pressure was too much to hold back, she couldn't endure it any longer. Her hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging small crescents into his muscle above his blades. Her back bowed even further, pushing her up against his mouth more firmly. Her hips pitched against his, pushing the phenomenon inside her body out. The man quickened his pace to help gratify this fascinating female. She roared her decadence into the air around her. Ulquiorra's pace slowed for a time, as the woman calmed her indulgence. His eyes were on her, basking in her carnality.

When her eyes opened again, his hips began a new assault on her. She grabbed him with her left hand tangled in his silky black hair, and brought his lips back to hers again. He rested his chest against hers, dragging both his hands down to her hips. Caressing and massaging them as he gripped her sides. Her sigh and short breaths were going to be his undoing. When she spoke, it was over for him, "I'll be claiming you, Ulquiorra," his name on her lips pushed him over the edge. He hitched his hips forward in a final thrust. She observed the evidence of his satisfaction coming from the long, loud roar escaping his throat.

Neither of them moved from their positions for a long interval of time. They simply breathed in the aura of their coupling. He moved first to detach himself from the glistening body beneath him. He retrieved his uniform from the pile on the floor, and dressed himself swiftly. He walked back over to her, dragging the blanket from the foot of the bed up over her body. She had her head angled to the side yet looking up at him with poise. She reached her hand up curiously to trace the outline of his hollow helmet, resting it at his cheek. He felt a stirring in his gut once again, and knew he needed to leave or he would climb back into her embrace. The knock at her door brought them both out of their trance. He walked over to it, and opened the door to reveal Verona, bringing in her afternoon meal. His back to her and his head turned to the side, his eyes angled back at her for one last glance, and then he was out the door.

Verona noticed her state of undress, simply left her tray in the middle of the room and walked back out the door. He was being called by his master Szayelaporro now to complete a task anyway.
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