Reflection

Chapter 9

Orihime was a prisoner in her own room or should she say body? There was something horribly wrong and intimate about bringing him to the private little room that barely anyone had ever seen. It was an invasion of something sinfully dark entering something clean and untainted by filth. But she had nowhere else to take him to do those lustful little things he wished. The living room was out of the question due to her brother’s shrine.

As soon as she led him to the small bedroom, she began to have doubts about her actions. Her easily aroused body desperately wanted to continue, but her logic said otherwise. It was unnatural to yearn for him that way. She loved Ichigo and there she was feeling lust for the dark side of him. In fact, she hadn’t thought much of her friend when they had entered her apartment. It was like he no longer existed.

“Don’t tell me you’re startin’ to get shy on me, lil’ hime,” the Hollow teased sitting at the foot of the twin bed, then leaning back on his elbows comfortably, unashamed of how his erection pushed up the cloth of his pants. He cocked his head and studied her rigid posture with a curious laziness.

“I-I’m not, Hollow-san…” she couldn’t help answering him. Her body still desperately wanted this. The crotch of her panties were soaked at the thought of being touched by him again. She needed this, at least for now. That was what she had convinced herself to think.

“Then if you aren’t, why are you still dressed?”

Swallowing a lump that had formed in her throat, she blinked at him, unsure on how to proceed from then on. She knew how sex was done, but she just didn’t know how to start it. Should she… sit on him? Touch him? All of the other times he had been the one that had initiated and now that ‘first time’ shyness had returned. For the first time in her life she wanted to be selfish, desiring to do something naughty for herself and she didn’t know what to do. What a hopeless case she had become.

“Lemme’ make it easier for ya’.”

She shuddered when he sat up and began to unbutton his school shirt quite calmly. Her eyes fell on the erection straining against his zipper and all blood drained from her face.

He was big. Bigger than she had first thought. She couldn’t tell exactly how long and thick his ‘thing’ was due to him still wearing pants, but it was still a rather impressive looking bulge. The shirt he was wearing was removed and thrown off somewhere in the room, revealing a pale hard chest. He was like carved marble. So perfectly white. His nipples that did have some color were more like a very pale ashy grey.

A blush stained her cheeks. She had seen many boys with their shirts off, but the Hollow was different. This was a ‘boy’ that she was going to ‘be’ with. That is if she didn’t get scared at the last minute and backed down…

No! She had made up her mind. It was hard to admit that she wanted to have… sex with him, so running away would probably make it all the more shameful. In her mind, she reasoned that this would only be one time. Only once. He had muddied her mind, stirring a stupid curiosity. She couldn’t view her interest as anything else but stupid. Anyone would have told her that it was. Besides, in her confusing logic, she wasn’t doing anything wrong. He had come to her, right? He wouldn’t return her friend and wouldn’t go away until having her, right?

She hoped so, because deep down she knew that if he pursued her again, she would accept him readily, and that could destroy everything around her. How she wished she didn’t start wanting him to begin with. The lack of concern, the forwardness, the sense of purpose, even if to satisfy his disgusting little desires had… She wouldn’t dare to even put a name to what he was doing to her. He had sullied her girlish pristine world and made her feel like the exact opposite of what people expected of her. Maybe that’s why she was giving in. The need to be treated differently…

Those white hands reached for the zipper hiding the monstrous thing that her traitorous eyes kept straying to. Her brows trembled as the zipper descended, sounding louder than it should. He eventually opened his pants to show that the tip of his sex had poked out of the opening of the green boxers underneath. Her throat went dry at the sight of it.

It was pale as the rest of him, but the tip was thick and rounded. Thick enough to intimidate her yet at the same time make her wish to know what it would feel like. Other girls had told her that it always hurt the first time and size played a huge factor. The bigger it was, the more it hurt. She was certain, going by the width of the head of his organ that this was going to be a painful experience.

He stood up to lower the rest of his garments and she gasped at seeing all of him.

He’s… beautiful. It was a shock that she would think that of such an unnatural being, but that was her initial thought at seeing all that pale perfection. He was flawless with no scars or defects. Leanly muscled, with narrow hips that had a tempting v-shape that showed his jutting large sex and the round sacks underneath it, she couldn’t compare him to anything or anyone. His pubic hair matched the color of his nipples. A dusky nearly white grey. It made her think that she was unworthy to want to be with a beautiful and unusual creature like him.

He’s still a Hollow. A twinge of guilt at her thought had her wince.

“Not human enough for you, lil’ hime?” his voice was light, though there was an underlined threatening tone that meant that he didn’t like her reaction.

“No! No! Hollow-san! You’re fine just the way you are!”

He narrowed his sharp golden eyes on her nervous face, then shrugged before laying back on the bed completely naked, bracing his weight on his elbows once more. Totally unabashed, he even spread his legs a little so she could see that massive length bob against his belly before standing upright and proudly.

I can’t do this! I don’t think I can! He’s too…! His careless attitude was daunting. She could never be so open about her body and acting so… so bold. He clearly had great confidence or simply didn’t need any to have… sex. He had proven that at the abandoned building. There’s was no limit to his sexuality. She was now sure of that.

“Now I’m naked. Take all that stuff off,” his tone was bored and that made her feel somewhat put out. Like he was losing interest thanks to her bashfulness.

Sucking in a deep breath, she first started by unbuttoning her blouse. It was easier said than done, having a Hollow watching her every move intently as if she were putting on a show. Once the last button of the blouse was undone, she removed it and let it fall on the floor at her feet.

“Take that off too.” By ‘that’, he meant her bra.

That was the hard part. She always had an issue with her generous breasts and the attention they received was a sore point for her. Finding clothes that ‘hid’ how disproportionately big they were was difficult and the Hollow before her was going to see them bared for the second time.

He’s already seen them… So has… Kurosaki-kun.

Gulping and forcing a bit of courage, she moved her hands behind her and unclasped the bra. Closing her eyes, she let the thing drop along with the shirt.

“Nice… I knew I liked you for a reason. Dunno know why that idiot Ichigo would settle for a flat girl, but I have different… tastes,” her whole body flushed. He might as well have pointed out her defects, even if he liked them. Something like a sighing growl came from the bed and she could hear the bedsprings clinking softly as he moved to a sitting position. “Leave the skirt on,” she snapped her eyes open in puzzlement and only saw his perpetual smile widen, “Just take the panties off, but keep the skirt. The socks are a nice touch too, so what the heck! Leave those on.”

Rangiku had once told her that men had a thing for school girl uniforms and she had been right. Keeping the knee high white socks and flared little skirt would still give her that girlish innocence men liked to taint. The Hollow was obviously into that kind of thing as well.

At least… he wont see all of me like that night. My skirt will cover me.

Feeling a bit more comfortable with the idea, she brought her hands under the skirt and hooked her thumbs over the waistband of her panties. Leaning slightly forward, her breasts swinging gently, she shimmied out of her underwear, a little embarrassed at how those globes shook with her wiggling. Eventually, she let out the breath she had unknowingly been holding when the damp underwear fell to her ankles.

“Lift your skirt up.”

Her eyes grew to the size of saucers. But he had said he wanted her to keep it on! Nothing about him looking at her…!

“Don’t just stand there! Show me!” annoyance had his voice raise in volume and in a effort to keep him from drawing attention from her neighbors, Orihime immediately straightened her back and raised up the front of her skirt without really thinking.

His eyes eyed her revealed sex before he drawled out, not once removing his thoughtful gaze, “When with me, don’t do that shit. It’s cute for awhile, but I want you to be a complete slut for me. Got that?”

“Sorry, Hollow-san…” getting reprimanded by him served as a reminder of how inexperienced she was.

“Good. Now suck me.”

Orihime blanched. She had done it to him before, but now she could actually see him and that made the whole act seem more disturbing. His thick organ twitched, apparently anticipating her mouth and the Hollow who was thankfully looking at her face again, wore an irate expression while raising a brow at her hesitance.

“Um, yeah…”, she gulped, stepping out of her underwear and lowering her skirt before approaching him. He sat upright on the foot of the bed as she neared him, so the ‘sucking’ would be incredibly different from the first time. Now she would have more mobility and control over how much of him went down her throat.

Her face heated as she went down on her knees and the Hollow moved slightly to look at her face better. He was intending on seeing her doing it and that was enough to have her run out of the room screaming.

“I don’t think I can do this…” she whispered, looking away from his erect sex, finding her fingers curling on the carpeted floor more interesting.

“What’s this bullshit?!” he snapped and she twitched at the anger in his voice. “I thought I told you to cut it out with this nonsense! Now do as you’re told!”

He had the gift of making her obey. Bracing herself, she raised her timid gaze to the ‘thing’ he wanted pleasured by her mouth. She raked her mind to know what she had done the first time… She had licked him, right? And put him in her mouth to suck? Yeah, that’s what she had done, but now she had both of her hands free. That night she had wanted to touch him and this time around she could do it, though she hadn’t gotten enough bravery stored up to do so.

Sensing his annoyance grow, she leaned closer and timidly raised one of her hands to wrap her fingers around the hard thick flesh. He gasped and she felt odd at noticing how small her hand was compared to him, and the differences in color. There was something unbelievably erotic about the abnormality. Their contrasts in physical appearances and size. Her small hand touching the veined velvety white skin had the already present wetness between her legs escalate to a bothersome throb. Who would have thought that touching him would make her more aroused?

Curious about the strange warm flesh in her palm, she gently stroked and her breathing stopped momentarily at how his sex pulsed and heated at the slightest of movements.

He was long. She couldn’t begin to guess his length in inches as she stroked up his sex until reaching the lower curve of his cocktip. A moist little transparent drop oozed out of the small hole at the center of the mushroom-like head.

Is that what I had…?

Knowing that he would grow impatient over her just caressing him in her hand, rather than sucking him she bowed closer, raising her bottom off the ground to have her mouth leveled with that glossy tear decorating his cockhead. She quickly licked it off. It was salty, not as bad as she would have assumed and it dissolved slowly in her tongue, leaving a strange bitter aftertaste, but it wasn’t bad enough for her to stop. In fact… she didn’t mind the taste at all in spite of other girls in school saying that boys ‘stuff’ was nasty.

“Atta girl…”

Encouraged, judging his words as some sort of praise, she grew bolder by engulfing his tip with her lips, lowering her gripping hand down to his base. He moaned and leaned back on the bed for a more comfortable position. Knowing that he expected her to continue, she lowered her lips over his organ, making sure that her teeth didn’t scrape him, moistening the soft skin as her head descended. Going down as much as she could, she relaxed her throat to lodge him further inside. His sex shuddered once she had more than half of him in her mouth and she guessed that was all she could take without gagging. Tightening her muscles experimentally, she pulled the stretchy skin in a tight suction, raising her head again until he was out of her lips with a loud pop.

“You have been holdin’ out on me…,” he panted.

Her face hurt, she was blushing so hard. A hand gently touched the back of her head and fingers entwined in her hair to guide her. Closing her eyes, she repeated the motion of descending over him again, but this time his hand on the back of her head pushed her to take more in. Her eyes grew teary at having that hardness slowing being shoved in the back of her throat.

“A little faster now…”

Her heart skipped a beat at the incredible naughtiness and intimacy. She doubted that she would dare to do that with anyone else.

Desperate to learn more, even if she wouldn’t dare to repeat such a sexual act again, she obeyed. She moved her tongue as much as she could in her mouth while drawing back up. His hips pushed up to edge her on. Feeling that for once she was doing something for herself, she set up a gradually speeding tempo to get her mouth used to being so full. Her lips were stretched unbelievably by his wide girth.

Moving a bit faster, more confident in that she was doing it right, the hand at the base of his sex began to stroke him at the same speed as her bobbing head. She did it so that her hand and mouth would meet to then move away from one another. He got harder in her hand and mouth and his flesh was leek with her saliva.

Wondering about those soft round sacks her hand kept accidently bumping against, she lifted her free hand and cradled them. They flexed in her palm and with every wet pull of her mouth, the harder they became. That salty liquid kept seeping into her and she savored it.

“Fuck! I’m coming!”

She didn’t stop, gently squeezing those sacks in her hand as he shouted. Warm syrupy semen abundantly filled her. It was so much that he shot into her that thick trickles of it escaped the corners of her lips, running down the sides of his tool. Releasing him from her mouth, she still held him in her hand when she licked away those white liquid tears off his skin and he twitched and sighed. After cleaning him, even going as far at lapping his sacks, she finally pulled away, dragging her hands from his flesh. Slightly embarrassed at knowing that he had been watching her face the whole time, she absentmindedly ran a fingertip over her chin to suck some of the semen that had gotten away off her index finger.

I can’t believe I did that!

Her body shivered when he sat up to look down at her with wide gold and black eyes.

“You turned out to be quite the lil’ whore, lil’ hime.” he got over his stupefaction and chuckled at her quietly mortified red face.

“Y-you wanted me to do it…”, she defended dumbly, not liking how he teased her. It had taken a lot of guts to do that to him and there he was laughing about it.

“So I did…,” hearing the mischievous undertone in his words, she glanced up and saw his sluggish smirk. He must have been under the aftershocks of coming to be so serene and lazy.

“Do you… want me to do anything else?” she didn’t know if she wanted to do anything more. She anticipated more, but her inexperience had her shifting nervously.

His white brows lowered over his gleaming eyes as he contemplated her for a couple of moments.

“Yeah…” he smiled, closing his eyes. “You went down on me, so I guess the fair thing to do is to have you sit on my face.”

“W-WHAT?!” she shouted suddenly as he laughed at her horrified expression.

“C’mon, lil’ hime! It’s not like you don’t wanna!” he laughed at her again before laying flatly on his back, expecting her to do as he asked.

She wanted it. No matter how much she protested, she wanted to sit on his face as he had vulgarly had put it. Her swollen core wept painfully at the thought of having his mouth pleasuring her there.

Standing up on wobbly legs that had weakened to jelly in her arousal, she carefully headed over to the empty space beside him on the bed and crawled on her hands and knees. He was staring at her, his eyes having an anxious hungry light that instead of frightening her like before, it made the wound up muscles of her womb pulse in excitement.

Reaching the spot beside his head, she bit her lip before slowly climbing on without touching his face that was soon covered with the folds of her skirt. The muscles of her inner thighs strained since she just hovered there.

“Hold your skirt up.”

That meant that he was going to see her very closely. So desperate was she for some release, that she quickly grabbed the hem of her skirt and lifted it until it was bunched up to her tense stomach.

“So wet. You are such a slut. Look at how you drip,” his whispered words tickled the moist skin of her labia, brushing her wet pubic hair.

“Please…”

“Begging now, are we?” he mockingly asked and without any warning, he lifted his hands to part her wet lips with his fingers, opening her to his tongue. A loud whimper and pained pleasured look crossed her flushed features at how he firmly flicked at the hardened little nub. With her so exposed, his mouth pressed deeper between her spread folds. On instinct, she lowered some of her weight on his face and he sucked her clit in, scraping her playfully with his teeth.

She thought she was going to die as he sucked and nipped the sensitive nub, her juices seeping out in a slow flow over his gently moving chin. He raised his head off the bed to push at her core harder and the fingers holding her open left her to run up the curves of her hips. His tongue’s tip rotated inside his suctioning mouth.

The grip on her hips tightened and pushed her down on his face, letting her know that he wanted her to move at the rhythm of his tongue. Blood rushing to her cheeks, she lifted her hips and his mouth followed insistently. She could feel the hot tingle heralding an orgasm painfully tightening and spiraling as he sped up his tongue to incredible quickness. He could move it so fast and fluidly over her clit while sucking.

Her whimpers turned to sharp gasps as she rode his face, the orgasm came nearly blinding her in its power. He hungrily lapped up all that rushed out of her core, moaning deeply in his throat as if her release had pleased him as much as her. Tremors shook her thighs on either side of his head at the wild pulsing of her core’s walls.

Her fists had tightened on the cloth of her skirt until the digits were bloodless and numb.

Letting go of her hips and lowering his head back on the bed, she heard his voice speaking in a slur.

“Now fuck me.”

Blinking drowsily at his words, she wordlessly released her skirt, lifted herself off his face to descend down his muscled body until her swollen sex hovered over his erect tool.

Oh no!, her worry was delayed. She didn’t know exactly what to do once again. He had said that he wanted her to… go through with ‘it’, but how would she…? And she knew it would hurt. He seriously couldn’t expect her to willingly hurt herself.

“What’s taking you so long?” he asked from underneath her.

“Um… I don’t know how to…,” she looked down at him helplessly as he rolled his eyes.

“Sit up.”

Straightening her back, she bit her lip at seeing how he looked naked and laying there waiting for sex and how her knees pressed down on the mattress on either sides of his narrow hips. She was getting that last minute nervousness again, since there would be no going back once the ‘serious’ stuff began.

“Raise it up again.”

Aware that he was referring to her skirt, she lifted it. She flinched at the suddenness of his fingers spreading her folds again so that her hole was open for entry. His free hand gripped his sex to position it at her wet hole. Her eyes widened at how hard it felt rubbing accidently at her revealed slippery pink flesh.

This is really going to hurt.

“Move down.”

Her breathing became erratic at that. The hot smooth cockhead prodded her entrance again and she clutched her eyes tightly closed as she began to bear down on the impressive length. It stretched her small virgin hole painfully, but all of the juices weeping out of her made it more bearable. Her eyes stung behind her eyelids once the tip was in.

“Raise up and go down again. Keep doing it until I’m all the way in,” he took his hand away from himself since he was already positioned.

Her breath sucked in painfully at the torture of impaling herself on his tool. She wiggled her hips a bit to accommodate him before doing what he had said. She used her leg muscles to lift herself only a couple of centimeters without completely removing him and then lowered down harder to push more of him inside. It hurt more than the first nudge, but she was sure that it wouldn’t always be like that.

It has to stop hurting eventually.

Parting her lips to gasp at the pain, she continued to rise and press on him, filling her virginal tight walls. The only sounds in the room were her little gasps and the Hollow’s loud growingly agitated breathing as inch by inch of the veined thickness kept being drawn into her snug little sex. Eventually, she cried out, feeling that hot flesh hit a small flimsy barrier within her. Already half of him was inside.

“Keep going! You’re almost popped, dammit!” his impatience was obvious in his shout.

Okay, here it goes…

Tears trailing out of her eyes, she raised her hips over his moist pulsing organ and then bore down harshly, breaking through her virginity until her pubic hair meshed with his light gray one. She clenched her teeth to keep from screaming at the spearing tearing sensation that had her inner inexperienced muscles quivering in strain.

“Well I be damned… You can handle me. Ain’t I lucky?” he commented smugly, his hands moving to cup her butt-cheeks, nails dragging over the pliant flesh.

She didn’t understand what he meant by that mostly since her lower body was in agony at being intruded by something as big as him.

“Now start moving.”

Whimpering at the thought of surging over something so thick, she loosened her muscles to hoping that doing so would help her slide him out.

His hands guided her in lifting upward and the reaction was immediate. In spite of the pain, she liked how it felt to have him stretching and hitting sensitive never touched points within her core.

“I’ll help you, lil’ hime but you have to do your part.”

Nodding, with her eyes still closed, she descended slowly on him while his hands added some strength to lodge him in deeper. His tip pressed far inside her, hitting her womb gently.

“You’re so deliciously tight…”

Those words and the profound caress inside her belly was what gave her enough bravery to rise over him again, a little faster and more abruptly. He groaned, gripping her bottom tighter, his nails scratching long streaks over the soft mounds. The pain and pleasure was a forbidden joy that had her nipples tighten.

“Come closer, put your tits on my face.”

She almost felt like thanking him, because her hard little points were going to start hurting if they went unattended. Leaning closer to his face, arching her back to offer one of her breasts, she writhed her hips against his when he quickly took one of her aching nipples between his teeth. The mouth on her nipple pulled hotly, moistening the pinkish aureole surrounding it. His teeth scraped at the aroused skin, not hard enough to make it bleed but to make it swell at the rough rubbing.

Her head was hot, feverish even when he shoved himself rather harshly into her, his hard rippled stomach brushing against her soft one. He had seen that she had gotten used to his invasion and wanted her to hurry in setting up a tempo. He didn’t seem like the kind to take his time and the way he growled around her nipple and sliced at her bottom was proof enough of his frustration.

Pushing aside her worry about further pain, she lifted her hips at the same time he pulled back and then met him sharply. His body shuddered under hers in pleasure.

He likes that.

Fisting the blankets above his head to get ready to start, she grimaced and thrust hard once more. Her eyes snapped open to see how her fingers twisted on the quilt of the bed at the sinful sensation of pleasuring herself on him.

“Keep going, lil’ hime…” he gasped around her nipple before pulling it back in tightly.

Liking how he felt, she started to rise and deeply shove back down against him. His hips thrust off the bed to add more intensity. Her thighs shivered when she began a slow even pounding, her clit rubbing over his coarse pubic hair. Her skin was flushed, all of her veins coursing frantically as her heartbeat raced. She continued to pound, quickening her pace, knocking his ascending hips that matched hers in speed and force.

Her cries grew in volume threatening to alert all neighbors as her walls convulsed around him. She was close to orgasm again, but this time it seemed stronger and more frightening than before. It threatened to consume her as his upward pushes in a furious tempo equaling hers became jerky and uneven as he too neared climax. Her body felt as if it were dying as the tension on her breasts and lower stomach increased. It was unbearable and the carnal sounds of his sacks hitting the lower curves of her bottom in quick profound mutual pounding had her breathing almost stop. She couldn’t breathe, since her moans and sharp little gasps were robbing her of oxygen. He felt that good…

“Hollow-san…!” she breathed helplessly as she sat up, removing her over-stimulated nipple from his hungry mouth. The approaching orgasm was driving her crazy. To hold herself up and to have something to hold on to as well, she placed her palms flatly on his chest, bouncing hard on him. His hands still squeezed her bottom and the nails still dug.

Throwing her head back, her body shuddered as the orgasm slammed into her core making her move faster and more desperately to ride out the powerful pulsations. The hands on her bottom tightened and pinched viciously as he shot his heat into her that somehow soothed her raw sex.

Her breathing sounded loud and labored to her ears, but she couldn’t help but pant as she blinked down at the sweaty Hollow that eyed her lazily. For once he looked speechless, his breathing as fast as hers. A sense of pride and normal embarrassment added more to her perpetual blush.

How am I going to face my friends again?! That was what worried her. The Hollow might look different, but it was still Ichigo’s body being used and she had loved every second of it.

“Damn… Shoulda done this years ago…”

She nodded dumbly, unable to disagree.

Suddenly, his body became rigid beneath her and that hard tool still wedged inside of her began to lose firmness. A downright annoyed snarl contorted his face.

No! Please don’t tell me that Kurosaki-

“That fuckin’ Kuchiki bitch!” he spat hatefully and before Orihime could leap away from him, he shoved her off and rose easily to his feet in spite of lying down for quite awhile and having a orgasm.

“Ku-Kuchiki-san?” she asked in a small voice, horrified and lying on her side as the Hollow angrily searched for his clothes to jerkily put them on. Sitting up, she noted that his features showed extreme agitation that almost made him look demonic.

“She wasn’t supposed to come back until later! But she’s headin’ this way and King will bother me about this shit for the rest of my damned life anyway! Pissin’ off his shinigami wont help and me being stuck with him…!” he didn’t finish, turning around to sharply zip his pants up.

Guilt was horrible company after having sex. Another new thing for her. It hurt to lose your virginity and then have the guy acting like it was a huge mistake.

He shot a furious glance over his shoulder.

“You don’t go telling King about this and if he figures it out, don’t go into the details. I already have enough seeing his lame sex life.”

She blushed and nodded before he stalked out of the room in long strides.

After she heard a sliding glass window somewhere in her living room slam open and closed, one thought stayed in mind. It was a thought that took her awhile to fully understand before her jaw dropped in sheer terror and her eyes rounded.

Kuchiki-san! She’s still heading this way! Jumping out of her bed, looking around with panicky eyes to see if she could find something presentable, she realized that even though the Hollow was probably blocks away, her friend was quickly heading in her direction. She could already feel her reiatsu.

Oh, no! This is just not my day!

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Author’s Note: I hope everyone enjoyed it just as much as I did writing it (though I think it wasn’t descriptive enough for her ‘first time’ which yanks my crank). I made Orihime into a full-fledged Hichigo-Lover (she just can’t get enough! YUM!)! Yay! *throws confetti* But not all is gonna be sunshine/lollypops! There’s trouble a-brewing in the future. Emotions, angst, and all that good stuff that make fanfics wonderful! Stay tuned for another heart-stomping episode of-! Nah, gotta stop the dork-meter! At taixi and Salmasy03 hope you likey! Plus, I discovered a HUGE loophole! What happened to Ichigo’s shirt?! Crap! I HAVE to have her give him his shirt back! *bitchslaps self*