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Quincy Archer
Loves You

She had never thought she would
be in this situation, at least, not with this person. Still, everything she was
was on fire, and he hadn�t even done anything yet.
She simply stood there, petrified, as she looked down on the kneeling form of
the man in front of her, bowing like one would before a queen.

She tried to remember how this
had come about.

Asuka Jaegerjaques had always thought the eldest child of Uryuu Ishida to be someone that took too much after his
mother. Sure, he could destroy any target set out to him, and Hollows were no
better off, but he always had a weakness when that came to Arrancar�s,
because unlike regular Hollows, they had human faces. The only thing that
offset that was the vaporization they all underwent after they had been
purified, but for the moments leading up to that, it was like he had killed a
human. She had never thought such a man could be under his soft exterior, but
it was his soft exterior that made him so unassuming.

She wasn�t one to wait for
anything. She took what she wanted if she wanted it but Souken
was denying her, and had instead turned the tables on her. It had only been a
couple of weeks since his initial claim over her had spread through Hueco Mundo, and needless to say
he had faced many angry Arrancars that had been
waiting for their chance to show her their superiority. She had scoffed of
course, and prepared to take them on for even questioning her choice in her
chosen male, but when a hand had placed itself on her shoulder to stop her and
she had turned back in confusion to look at him, it was the first time she
could remember that his magnificent midnight-blue eyes had been as cold as his
grandfather�s. The raw emotion and soft feeling that always radiated from his
eyes had been condensed and hardened into a shell of burning hatred directed
solely at the beings that had issues with his right to
court her.

It was only then that all his
previous actions towards her made sense, and she realized that he had wanted
her for far longer than she had wanted Kaien. Behind the slim glasses that fit his
intelligent Quincy
personality, his eyes spoke of one promise: I love you. I�ll never let
you go.

She, and many other Arrancar�s for that matter�including her father�had watched
in morbid fascination as the rekindled hope for the Quincy race tore into his
opponents with an anger behind the surgical precision of his strikes that to be
completely honest, scared the living, unholy hell out of her. He seemed to be
mere static in the air as he used the spiritron-moist
environment to its full potential, gliding at inhuman speeds through the
enemies that had decided to face him. Most of the time they didn�t even know
what had hit them before they evaporated, the strikes
were just that fast. There was another aspect that threw her off, and that was
when he had stuck his hand straight into the Hollow hole of one of his enemies
and without even activating his bow, they had watched as he looked straight
into his foe�s eyes as he cried out and was purified. There was a twisted
intimacy behind that last act that scared her, because Souken
had never looked at any of the Arrancars he had
killed in the past. The last image burned into that Arrancar�s
soul was the burning fury of a gallant Quincy,
fighting for his love.

He wanted everyone to know that
when it came to her, he would do anything.

Not a sound came after the battle
was done; not a single, tiny, noise. Even breathing seemed to be off-limits as
the spectators had taken in the view of the finished battle. The scene seemed
bathed in ethereality: spiritrons and smoke wafting
up from the floor as the single survivor stood calmly in the middle while his
glowing blue bow pulsed softly from his wrist and set his body and face in a gentle
oceanic aura. His white shirt didn�t have so much as a speck of dirt on it, and
his dark blue pants with traditional Quincy
boots were exactly the same. Without a sound, his bow deactivated and he had
started walking over to where she had stood standing, paralyzed.

She had never noticed how much
taller he was than her before, but the slim archer had at least three inches on
her, as seemed to suddenly stand out much more prominently than before when he
stopped in front of her. Her breathing was coming in shallow pants and it was
with all the willpower she had that she was able to keep it quiet. No, she
wasn�t afraid, exactly the opposite. In that moment she had never wanted
another being more than she wanted him. But once again, he surprised her.

To her utmost shock, the
chivalrous Quincy�one duty-bound to kill and hate Hollows�knelt on one
knee in front of her and of all things, raised the hand that housed his Quincy
medallion over his heart in the gesture of fealty.

�I, Souken
Uryuu Ishida, swear myself by the honor and pride of
the Quincy to
you, Asuka Jaegerjaques.
Before I allow anything of my own doing to come between our relationship,
I would sooner take my own life. This is my promise to you, do you accept me?�

For the first time in her life Asuka Jaegerjaques had been rendered speechless.

Thus, her
current situation.

He had basically just proposed to
her. The man that had held off her physical advances for the past two weeks for
no discernable reason had, in no uncertain terms, just pledged his body and love
to her. She had wanted him for the past two whole weeks, and he had to
do this while they were surrounded by others. She could feel her sex throbbing,
she could feel her arousal stealing her breath and tightening her skin as her
nipples started hardening in desire. The man in front of her had done nothing
of the physical nature to her in any way, shape, or form to do this to her and
yet she had become aroused beyond any explainable term. She could smell
it. She knew if she could, others could too. She was in full view, and
she could barely control herself.

To her Hollow nature, what he had
just done was more of an aphrodisiac than anything else. He had just shown her
in plain sight that he was more than capable of protecting her and any young
they might have, as well as even expressing that in all seriousness he may even
be able to battle her on even ground. After he had done all that, the
powerful human that loved her had just knelt down and proclaimed that he
belonged to her and her alone, and he would even leave his own life if he hurt
her. He had essentially just shown her that though he was likely stronger than
her, he loved her and was willing to be weak enough to show it.

She stayed like that for a while,
stiff as a board while she tried to get up the motor control needed to move
without impulsively throwing herself at the man that had yet to get up from his
position. She didn�t know if she wanted to kill him for embarrassing her like
this or make love to him until neither of them could see because she loved him
so much. Her heart felt swollen with pride and adoration for the man in front
of her. He had waited for her, he had fought for her, and he had sworn himself
to her. He was a human, and yet he had made sure he respected the customs of Hueco Mundo like he was a member
of it.

Then he looked up at her, and Asuka felt sweat so hot it was cold break out on her skin.
His eyes were back to what they usually were, soft and gentle, completely
unguarded, and there wasn�t a hint of impatience reflected in them. She could
see herself in his glasses, her chest bouncing up and down as she tried to
fight off her panting breaths and her stunning blue eyes with pupils that had
been reduced to practically nothing. If she were being her usual self, she
would have thought she looked damn good right then even though it looked like
she was ready to jump the first thing she saw, though her eyes never left his
form.

�Am I accepted?� he repeated softly

Asuka
barely heard him over the sound of her own pulse pounding against her ears.
Right then the only thing her mind was pondering was how long it would take her
to rid him of every article of clothing he was currently wearing.

�I can smell ya all the way over
here, just answer the damn question already,� an irritated voice suddenly said
and snapped her out of her fantasies.

She looked over sharply and
gulped when she saw her father standing on the upper balcony, her mother right
beside him. Though he sounded irritated, she could see the warmth in his eyes
that was reserved only for her, her mother, and Orihime
Ishida. Her mother was right beside him, smiling warmly and leaning up against
her husband. Though the fact that her arousal had been smelled by her father of
all people was beyond awkward, that she had their approval was what finally
broke her silence. Without skipping a beat, she turned back to the man that had
demonstrated an inhuman amount of patience and nodded happily. She wanted to
add her usual comical flair to it but all she could muster was mind-numbing
happiness.

�Yes.� It came out as a whisper,
something almost too pathetic for Asuka to believe it
was her own voice, but it was loud enough for him to hear.

He smiled and stood up
confidently, and with a tender touch, he gently caressed the bone fragment of
her jaw as he looked straight into her eyes with love, not in the least bit
embarrassed like he usually was over looking people directly in the eyes. Her
eyes fluttered under the seemingly non-existent touch and then his lips were
upon her, coaxing any rational thought that she had just regained out of her
mind. Her need came back with a vengeance and she quickly turned the soft kiss
he had initiated into a passion filled tangle of tongues as she ran her hands
through his hair uninhibitedly, practically pleading him to get them away from
this place before she lost all control right in front of everyone.

The way he responded to her force
was just like before, and that was to completely outdo her as he released more
of the bottled-up need he had been repressing ever since his body had found out
it had hormones. The slender fingers running through his silky hair and
caressing his scalp unwittingly felt absolutely heavenly; and how she was
pushing her body against his in a way that made him feel everything that was Asuka Jaegerjaques rub against him
was quickly shutting down any higher brain functions the young man might have
once had.

He had finally succeeded in
acting like a calm, collected Quincy
and it hadn�t even been an act at all. He had been pissed, though he had
expected it, that there were others vying for her favor, and he wasn�t going to
allow that to happen any time this millennium, not after he finally had her.
The way she acted around him for the following week had been enough to
seriously tempt his self-control and he knew if he wasn�t married or engaged to
her in the next week he was going to do something very dishonorable to the
feisty kitten that had done everything but outright strip for him. Somehow he
had managed to promise himself to her without stuttering once, and he would
have applauded himself on his performance was the young woman in his arms not
currently running her feline-rough tongue around his mouth invitingly.

He was so close to her he could
feel the muscles of her abdomen twitch in need and the absolute heat radiating
from between her legs as it was pushed with growing force against his own rising
arousal. She had accepted his claim, so he felt no need to hold back anymore.
Aware of the situation they were still in, he quickly made use of Hirenkyaku to spirit them away to what had been designated
as his area of Las Noches.

Being friends with the royal
family of Hueco Mundo had some
perks.

Their kiss had only been broken
for a few sloppy breaths every now and then and with his control teetering
dangerously on the edge, he slammed them against one of the walls of his home
which in turn pushed them closer together and their arousals became painfully
obvious to the both of them. She had locked her ankles behind his waist when he
had taken them away from their previous location and her burning core was so
close to his clothed erection he wanted to scream in frustration. He tried to stumble them to the bedroom as they rubbed against each
other almost viciously, but it wasn�t to be.

Asuka
had been pushed too far. She was too hot and bothered to even consider
letting this go on any further. With a low purr that rumbled along her chest
and made her nipples harder than they already were when the shockwaves rubbed
their chests together, she pulled her lips away from him and moved her hands
from his neck to the middle of his dress shirt, where she ripped the fabric
from his body without a second thought while she delighted in the sound of the
buttons bouncing on the smooth floor like marbles. Forget being mad, Souken was grateful, and he shrugged the loose garment off
hastily.

He could always fix it later.

Despite every chivalrous gene in
his body that was telling him to slow down, he couldn�t stop, and Asuka definitely had no problems with that. In fact, she
was encouraging him. With a feral growl that Asuka
could hardly believe had come from his vocal cords, Souken
tore away the little material she called a shirt and came to the knowledge that
his claimed wife�or partner, as most Hollows referred to them�didn�t like
wearing bras. Considering how tight her shirt was, it wasn�t like she really
needed it anyway. He was struck breathless when the two perfectly formed mounds
were revealed to his sight, but his selfish mind wanted more. He wanted more of
her revealed to him, more of her against him, he wanted nothing between them. He
wanted to be in her so badly it was like a drug withdrawal.

Asuka
took the unspoken cue and simply ripped off her pants and sandals and threw her
zanpakutou to the side in an amazing display of flexibility since she was still
pinned to a wall by him. She felt Souken�s breath
catch in his throat and a reverberating groan was issued from said male when he
realized she didn�t like underwear either and her completely exposed womanhood
was pressed against his erection, obstructed by only a few thin layers of
fabric that he cursed with his entire being.

�I need you, oh god I need you
now!!!� Asuka moaned against him while they once
again collided their mouths together. His goddess was
completely naked and wrapped around his body, and yet in his sense of fashion
he had to wear pants that were practical to fight in while still being formal,
making for a pain in the ass to remove. He kicked off his lace-less boots shoddily,
causing even more friction between their bodies and sending the woman currently
held by him into tremors as her glistening sex was rubbed directly against the
material of his pants. Trusting one hand to leave her hips, he grabbed the waistline
of the two layers of material still left on him and instinctively tuned in on
the spirit particles located at the seams before he cut them and thanks to
that, was easily able to yank both his boxers and pants from his body in one
pull that was punctuated by loud rips as it was desperately torn away.

Asuka
moaned loudly when her bare flesh finally met his and the liquid that had been
running down her legs made his hips wet. She wanted him so much, and she wasn�t
willing to wait any longer. Her hand made its way between them and grabbed the
hardened flesh of his erection, already slick with her juices. He groaned lowly
when her soft hand wrapped around the most sensitive part of his anatomy and
her eyes blazed with lust when she heard her soon-to-be-lover�s masculine moan.
With ease, she directed him to her opening and in one last spurt of playfulness, she rubbed him tauntingly along her slit, which
caused her almost as much torment as it did him.

With his tip set teasingly
against her, she leaned up as high as she was able and nipped at his earlobe,
trying to swallow her gasp as each little bit of height she gained caused him
to go further into her. With a sensual lick of her rough cat-like tongue to his
ear, she whispered, �In me. Now.�

He was all too happy to comply.

In an instant he was embedded in
her, in so deep he could feel each breath she took through their intimate
connection, and painfully aware of the way her entire body had tensed as he
took the proof of her innocence. Despite his frenzied state, he moved his head
from her shoulder and looked into her face, where her tightly clenched eyes had
traces of tears lining their lids. Hurt that he had caused her pain, he
tenderly wiped the tears away and kissed her gently, extremely relieved when
she slowly started kissing him back and her body relaxed into his.

It was done. They were one.

Finally, his mind seemed to catch
up with his body and he was promptly overloaded by the feel of her silken
sheath wrapped tightly around him. The breath that had already been stolen by
her beautiful body showed no signs of coming back anytime soon. Nothing in the
world could be used to describe her, but he had already known that before he
had engaged in this act with her. He was inside her, making the most intimate form
of connection two of the opposing sex can create. Her inner walls were rippling
around him and then despite all the gentlemanly voices in his head that told
him to take it slow, he found he couldn�t control his body. He pulled back
fully and gasped at the feel of her tight heat wrap around him as if not
wanting to let him go, and he obliged her seconds later by ramming back in with
full force, causing both of them to let loose a loud scream of undiluted
pleasure.

�Do that again,� she ordered
breathlessly.

He didn�t need to be told twice.
Now instinct had taken over the two virgin teens and their cries of passion and
lust hung in the air like decorations as the sound of the two sweaty bodies
meeting each other resounded like an off-beat rhythm. There had been scarcely
any foreplay, but the love and need of the two made the act easy and almost
violent. There was no desire for foreplay in this situation, this was the
desperate attempt to get as close as possible to the one they loved, the one
that could arouse them to this point without even trying.

She screamed, she screamed each
and every time he rubbed inside her. She dug her fingers into the wall to give
her some leverage and pushed down with all her might, trying to meet each of
his thrusts with as much power as she possibly could from this position. By
doing this, her chest was thrust out and her back was bent to an almost
impossible angle, but it made him go so much deeper than it had before she
could barely breathe. His skilled fingers were digging into her hips as he
helped lift and pull her back down onto him, and she was
loving every minute of it. Mangled versions of his name escaped her lips
in their passion and he didn�t deny her what he felt of his own pleasure, and
the repeated mantra of her name made her feel extremely gratified in herself.

It was too much for him. He
wasn�t going to last. The object of both his love and his lust was his, and
right now he couldn�t feel anything but their connection. Her bountiful breasts
were jutted out and bouncing right in front of his face, and he couldn�t stop
himself from leaning forward and capturing a nipple in his mouth as he tried to
keep their pace as vicious as it had been before. Her gasp at his action and
the renewed moans told him he was doing something right so he decided to put
his other ability to use.

Normal humans would have lost all
conscious thought to pure mindless lust right then, but Souken
Ishida was no normal human. No, he was a Quincy.
He wasn�t just a Quincy
though, he had been birthed by a woman who had the
power to defy Time itself. He hadn�t gained that particular ability, but it had
done something to his spiritron-manipulating ability.
Concentrating what little sense he had left, he could feel the spiritrons flowing through the muscles and nerves of the
woman he was in. They were as erratic as her blood flow, going to the places
that were the most sensitive and making any contact unbearable to the pleasure
center of her brain. With more of a strain, he managed to sync to that flow, and
with a wicked smirk, gently bit the nipple he had been worrying into hardness
as he redirected her spirit flow at the same time.

She screamed so loudly he could
have sworn she had released her zanpakutou, but thankfully it also had the
other desired effect, and that was for her climax to overtake her and overtake
her hard. He was unprepared for the sheer strength of her walls milking
him for all he was worth as her fluids poured out of her, and in those orgasmic
muscle fluctuations Souken lost the last of his
control and he bit his lip to keep himself quiet as he shook within her and
surrendered to his own world of bliss.

After what seemed like an
eternity later, they slumped against the wall, her still surprisingly supported
by him as gravity leant them enough force to keep them upright by leaning
against the solid pale wall.

With a moan of contentment that
had him hardening again, she kissed the side of his neck lovingly. �Just what
in the unholy levels of hell did you do to me?� she asked as strongly as she
could while she reveled in the wet heat inside her and snuggled up into the
hard body by which she was currently supported, her long neon-blue hair pasted
to her back from her sweat.

He gave a breathless laugh as he
mustered what strength he had left and leaned over to kiss her mask-fragment,
which had her shiver on his once again hard organ. �I Rejected
your body�s control of its spiritrons and made its
flow my own. So say, if I wanted to make something particularly sensitive�� Now
wanting to make her as re-aroused as he was, he concentrated her flow to the
slippery pearl located between them and reached his hand down and gave a gentle
rub to her clitoris.

The reaction he received was
quite violent.

Her eyes practically bugged from
their sockets and she bit down on the first thing available to stop her wail of
bliss, which just so happened to be the shoulder that was right in front of her
as the pure molten lightning shot through her veins like a flash-fire. He
stiffened when her sharp teeth dug into his flesh but another weird twinge went
through him with it, and he found it strangely erotic. Had he not just
climaxed, he had the feeling that he would have instantly done so again. He
still yelped though. Soon after, he felt her rough tongue licking the wound she
had unwittingly made to clean it and she was purring contently as she did so.
He noted with interest that he had given her a miniature orgasm just from that.
That was more than a little boost to his male ego.

�So that�s what you did to that
guy,� she murmured offhandedly as she licked up his blood and reveled in the
post-coital glow making her muscles tremble every few seconds just in
aftershocks of the initial explosion. She didn�t even notice he was moving
until she was unexpectedly put down with him still over her on the soft blue
sheets of his bed.

�Yeah. I
Rejected his body�s control over his spiritrons and cut their ties to each other that kept him
together. I basically Rejected his body�s existence,
and off he went to Soul Society.�

Even though Asuka
had just went through a number of mind-blowing, quivering orgasms, the shudders
that seemingly simple remark evoked were not from arousal, they were from fear.
If Souken wanted to, he could simply Reject the existence of anything he wanted to. She had made
a good choice in her chosen male, and soon she found herself once more aroused
by his hidden but frightening power. Then she looked up into his eyes from her
daydreaming, and saw that they were looking at her affectionately, like the
world itself resided in her eyes.

�Thank you Asuka,
thank you for everything you are. I love you, I love you so much.�

She smiled softly and pulled off
his glasses before she reached up again and pulled him down for a tender kiss
that wasn�t nearly as fierce as their others; it was soft and gentle, touching,
meant to convey love, not need. �I love you too. I wouldn�t have accepted you
if I didn�t.�

He returned her smile gratefully.
�You have no idea how long I�ve waited to hear those words.�

She chuckled breathlessly. �I
think I have a bit of an idea. That poor wall didn�t stand a chance.�

He blushed endearingly and she
nearly laughed outright at him, but then he gently rocked his body and reminded
her that she was still quite intimately joined with him, and she threw her head
back into the covers and moaned.

�That�wasn�t exactly how I had
envisioned our first time. I guess I wanted you too badly to control myself.�

She gave a low purr and rolled
her hips, reigniting their nerves with the pure friction of their love. �I
wouldn�t have let you take your time. You were mine
the second I said yes, and if you had even tried to take your time, I
would have held you down and had my way with you until you came at me exactly
the same way.�

He smirked. �Well, at least now I
have the chance to try again.�

She barely had the time to answer
him, and he didn�t let her. Soon the only sounds her vocal cords could make were
moans, and after they too had been exhausted, all she had were purrs.

Needless to say, Souken Ishida was a happy, happy boy.

~~~~~~~~~

She loved watching him almost as
much as she knew he loved watching her. With children her figure had curved
even more, and her training honed those curves to inhuman perfection. She loved
the way he approached everything in a calm, analytical manner that betrayed
nothing of his emotions. He was her polar opposite in almost everything, and
that was probably the reason why she had found herself so inescapably drawn to
him. She was blunt in everything, but in her younger years she would have
sooner punched someone than admitted that she could like a boy like any other
girl.

When she had met him he had acted
no differently than he always did, even though by that age she had become
something that made most males she met turn into bumbling messes when trying to
talk to her. That was what had first drawn her to him. She would much rather
fight than talk in any situation, but most of the men around her only wanted to
talk because they didn�t believe a girl that looked like that could be a
fighter. The thing was with him, she knew she didn�t have a chance in hell of
beating him even though she had never crossed swords with him before. His calm
demeanor and seemingly arrogant inexpressiveness towards her was exactly what
he showed to everyone else. He treated her no differently, and that was what
drew her to him.

He hid his emotions inside, she
knew it. Though he may seem to be a cold wall, he probably had more emotions
than most Arrancars. However, he hid them inside. He
had to. When he released his zanpakutou those emotions would come flooding to
the surface and he would turn into something terrifying; a walking, breathing,
killing machine. His power was overwhelming at times, and because of that, he
was forced to suppress his emotions else he destroy everyone around him.

He didn�t want to though. She had
found that out all too acutely once she had broke through his near impenetrable
shell. She knew he loved her. He would say the words just to let her know it,
but he was unused to facial expressions. On their honeymoon she had finally got
him to let go of himself and love her like she knew he could. All she could
remember was her screams, but they weren�t screams of pain. It had felt like
everything she was had been driven together under his assault and it drove her
wild

She hadn�t been able to walk for
two whole days after that though. Not like it mattered, because they spent
those days in bed too.

Still, she admired him as he did
everything in the same composed manner. Even if it was lovemaking, he would
fully undress and fold his clothes meticulously before he would turn to her, as
he was doing now. He was short, but that was a good thing because so was she.
His almost unhealthily pale skin glowed ethereally in the dim light of the room
and cast sculpted shadows over his muscles in their depth. His toned skin was
showed off far too little under all the clothing he wore, but he wouldn�t look
the same if he didn�t have the traditional yet formal white wear on. She
trailed her eyes up his muscled legs to his proud erection, where they stayed
for a bit longer than she had meant, but then they continued up his flawless
abdomen to where his tattoo and Hollow hole resided, until at last they landed
on his face. It was as expressionless as ever, but his eyes held the warmth he
only showed her and their children. She had never been bothered by the fact
that his hair was as long as hers, and she had no
trouble with his almost reptilian eyes. He was the most beautiful man she had
ever laid eyes on.

She got up off the bed and
watched as his eyes followed her, until with careless motions she simply
discarded her shihakushou and other bindings over into the corner of the room.
He grunted in mild amusement at the action so unlike his but a small smirk
accompanied it. She knew he loved everything about her,
otherwise he wouldn�t have married her. At least, what passed for marriage in Hueco Mundo.

Then he stepped towards her, and
she felt her heartbeat speed up just at the thoughts of what he was going to do
to her. She saw him stop and take a heavy sniff in through his nose as he
closed his eyes like it was fine perfume. She knew what he was taking his time
to smell though; it was her. His eyes reopened and fixated themselves on her
with a heated stare and she gulped when he was finally in front of her. They
were both short, but he still had at least two centimeters on her. His arms
wrapped around her nude form and pulled her to him, where his lips met hers in
a natural rhythm they had established.

His skin was so white it seemed
like he had no circulation at all, but he was surprisingly warm, as she had
found out very quickly at their first kiss. His face was usually
expressionless, but he knew how to use the muscles located there, and his lips
were no different. His entire body was warm, and she reveled in the feel of the
firm flesh pressed against her, most noticeably the heated erection between
them. His lips were soft and demanding, and the normally indomitable woman
found herself once again succumbing to the man she loved. Her skin tightened in
apprehension as she felt his soft hands that usually stayed in his pockets
softly glide down her back until he had gripped the firm flesh of her thighs
and picked her up as he guided them to their nuptial bed. She moaned into his
mouth as they fell together and his hard organ rubbed directly against her
core, already wet and waiting for him.

He slowly drew away from her
mouth and she whined in disappointment only stopped when he gently placed his
finger over her lips as he took another deep breath in. �You smell good enough
to eat,� his sensual, usually monotonous voice said breathily.

She smiled seductively and drew
the finger placed over her lips into her mouth, where she gave it a slow, tender
lick. �Why don�t you?�

Once again, the barest trace of a
smirk was seen on his lips as his green eyes sparkled. �As
you wish.�

He crawled down her body,
worshipping every centimeter under his eyes with ghostly touches and delicate
kisses until he was between her spread legs. He looked at the trimmed pubic
hair lining her womanhood as if he had been momentarily struck frozen at the
beauty in front of him. She whined in entreaty and rolled her hips, hoping to
make contact with something that would alleviate the terrible itch that had
developed inside her. He gave a light hmm of amusement and then put a
steady grip on her legs with his hands, thus immobilizing her. He could see the
terror dawning in her eyes as she realized that he wasn�t going to be nearly
that nice to her this time, and then her head fell back with a soundless scream
as he bent down and took a long, languid lick to her wet folds, running
completely up from bottom to top.

There were some aspects of him
being meticulous that she absolutely hated.

He continued, prodding the wet
flesh apart with his tongue and delving in deeper this time, always using the
same, slow pace that had her writhing against his grip as one of her hands
tangled itself in his hair and the other grabbed on to the remaining horn of
his mask fragment. He took great pleasure in driving her slowly and carefully
towards the edge of oblivion, even when sometimes all she wanted was release
and release now. Like now for example. He
denied her that though, and kept his slow pace until her legs were absolutely
shaking from the tortuous bliss he was putting her through.

�Please�please�!!!�
She hated begging, but he was the one person that could make her do it.

Deeming his torture session long
enough, he allowed her to fall by taking a long, hard suckle on her clit. Her
legs broke free of his grip and clamped around his head like a vice while the
hands that had been on his head were instantly removed to cover her mouth as
she threw her body back and screamed at the unexpectedly hard maneuver after
the insane pleasure of his slow, soft torment, and her climax tore through her
with a velocity that could only be obtained by the outstretched bliss he had
put her through. He scrupulously cleaned her thighs as he drank in her essence
and that only prolonged her stay in heaven, until with one last kiss to her sex
he removed himself from her legs and took his next favorite thing, her mouth.

After the climax he had just put
her through her body felt like jelly, and she was all too accommodated to match
his relaxed pace as their tongues loved each other with unhurried, steady
movements. He had always been able to put her needs before his, and she could
feel that even though he seemed as normal as ever outwardly, his erection was
throbbing against her with what was obviously need. Under normal circumstances
she would have taken great joy in paying him back for the slow, beautiful agony
he had put her through, but she knew if she teased him any more than he already
was he would only make it worse next time, and right then she wanted him as
much as she knew he wanted her.

Their bodies aligned themselves
without conscious thought and she brought her legs up around his waist and
pulled him to her, impaling herself of her own volition on his large shaft.
They both let loose breathy moans as their connection was completed and he
leaned down to kiss her again as he started a pace, helped along by her
insistent legs as they forced him into her with growing force as time went on.
Their contrasting skin was always stunning for both of them to watch as their
bodies joined, as alabaster met healthy peach and wide, masculine hands were
entwined with slender, feminine counterparts.

They made love with gaining power
but a leisurely nature. They both wanted the sweat release of orgasm, but they
also wanted to be together with their partner for as long as was inhumanly
possible. They steadily made sure they imprinted themselves on each other just
as they had so many times before as their bodies gradually climbed up to the
peak needed for what they sought. His body was leant completely on her, rubbing
together not only their hips and every other pleasure center located
there�something that applied to her more than him, being that her engorged clit
was being all but rubbed raw� but also their chests, and normally though it
would be impossible, their synchronized motions made possible the faster pace
they were attaining.

She was more than beautiful in
his eyes, she was his. She was still tight as ever even after giving
birth to their children, and he knew he would never tire of the way she
massaged his manhood in her velvety sheath, not for all of eternity. His body
was rebelling against his iron restraint and his muscles were tensing and
shivering of their own accord because of the pleasure that was shooting through
him all because of her. Her straight black hair, still as short as it always
was, was fanned all around her head as her head laid on the bed and it fell
behind her ears when she leaned up to kiss him. Her perfectly round breasts squashed
against his chest and he could feel the nipples harden against his steel skin
as the constant rubbing aroused the pink pleasure centers. He could feel the
way her inner muscles were starting to grow more erratic with each passing
thrust so he waited for her telltale sign that she was close, the sensual moan
that burned through him like molten lead.

They knew each other inside and
out, and they loved each and every bit of the other. She gave that particularly
loud, unearthly moan to signal her release was nearing and he took that as the desired
cue he needed to speed up as that grateful moan spurned his own release on.

It was a wordless, joyful peak as
their bodies tensed in unison and their mouths moved like they wanted to make
sounds but the sheer enormity of their orgasms prevented any noise from being
made until they collapsed into each other with large, gulping breaths.

She brushed his sweaty ink black
hair back from over his eyes and ran a hand down his seemingly segmented
half-mask that covered one side of his hair like a perfectly halved samurai
helmet. His pale face looked down on her lovingly and she looked back in
exactly the same way while her eyes drank in his light green tattoos and
intense emerald eyes. Unable to stop herself, she leaned up and set a chaste
kiss against his tempting lips before she fell back to the bed, drinking in the
way his warm body covered her own like the greatest of blankets.

Not wanting to keep his weight on
her any longer, he rolled them over so she could lie on top of him, because he
knew for a fact that she loved the natural warmth his body exuded. She sighed
contently as her head found its way to his shoulder and she reached over to
curl her available hand into his. �I love you Ulquiorra,� Karin Schiffer told her husband. She knew her last treat for this
time, and so she looked up expectantly and wasn�t disappointed when he gave her
an honest to goodness, completely real smile.

He ran the hand that wasn�t in
hers down her hair softly as they lay together, both recovering from and
reveling in what they had just done. �I love you too Karin,� the former Cuatro Espada replied back
honestly, and of course, for those few precious moments, he allowed his emotion
to enter his voice.

She nuzzled up into him and
within minutes his wife and the mother of his children was fast asleep. Giving
himself one last luxury before he bottled up his emotions again, he gently
kissed her forehead before he relaxed as she used him for a mattress, and as
soon as the covers were over them both he too fell into Lady Sleep�s sweet
embrace.

They say Hollows don�t dream
either, but Ulquiorra Schiffer would beg to differ.
His greatest dreams had already come true.

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Author�s Notes: Me again, just want to remind all you people that
have found it fit to give my story your time, that I would really appreciate it
if you left a review for each chapter (I know it sounds like groveling, but I
really need the feedback because I�ve been writing without any for a good month
and some now. I�m sorry for the long wait by the way).
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