Prize of Victory

If you haven't read the new chapter 2, I suggest you do or this will seem very confusing :)

Warnings: Tech Non-con, oral.

Five Years Later.


Even after five years she still could not get use to this. She could feel Tatsuki in the other room preparing a meal for them and could feel the anger in her friend’s reiatsu. Both of them had learned long ago that interference would lead to a punishment neither one of them ever wanted to go through again.

So Tatsuki remained in the kitchen, using what ever tool was currently required to work out her anger and frustration over the situation on the helpless food while Orihime clutched her hands tightly and tried to pretend her body wasn’t enjoying the attention being giving to it.

Her opinion on the split personality of Ulquiorra hadn’t diminished. Ever since his battle with Ichigo five years ago another side of him had emerged. Most of the time he was his usual stoic self, but then something would shift, mostly after coming home after clearly having been in a fight.

A scant few had escaped five years ago and those few had not giving up trying to get in. Among those few was Ichigo and when Ulquiorra returned with traces of Ichigo’s reitasu it always led to this.

He always changed forms when he took her, which was one of the reasons she believed in the split personality theory. Tatsuki was more a believer that the form change came from his lose of control over his emotions and the change was part of the manifestation of that.

Any other thoughts were quickly erased from her mind and a whimper of pleasure found its way out of her throat. Her eyes darted down to the pair of horns and mop of black hair between her legs.

As if sensing her he stopped to lock his green eyes onto hers. She found herself breathless and he licked his lips before crawling up her body. She turned her gaze away from him.

He paused halfway up, took a nipple into his mouth, and played with it while a clawed hand teased the other. She trembled beneath him and prayed it would end soon, even though she knew it wouldn’t.

“Why do you do this to me?” She asked in a whisper.

He paused and looked up at her.

“Why do you deny your fate?” He asked back.

“Because this is wrong.” She answered, feeling tears come on.

It felt like all she had been doing for the last five years was crying.

“Why do you keep fighting me?” he asked with a growl.

When he was like this it was the only time she could get anything from him, when the tight control over his emotions slipped up.

“Because this is wrong. I do not love you and I do not believe for an instant that you love me. So why do you force this on me?” She asked heatedly.

“It is my right as the Victor.”

“Stop saying that.” She shouted at him, trying to push him off of her without any success at all. “I don’t believe you are doing this because it is your right. So why?”


Ever since his fight with Ichigo five years ago his blood had been stirred up, and like the beast he actually technically was, it refused to fully settle once more. When ever he was around the woman he could feel it stir.

Ichigo was perhaps one of the strongest opponents he had ever defeated and it was her they had been fighting over. So she was the prize and his instincts demanded that she acknowledge it.

Every time he was around her his blood stirred and the need to take her overcame him until he did. It wasn’t enough to just use her and leave, that had already failed. His blood would remain burning hot in his veins.

The only time he could get relief was in his release and when she was moaning and panting beneath him. It gave him a feeling he couldn’t describe that left him wanting more.

She had at least learned to stop resisting when he ordered her to his room. Now she obediently came and disrobed before crawling onto his bed and waiting for him.

He enjoyed the taste of her core but more so he took pleasure in hearing her whimper, knowing that all her thoughts were on him and him alone. Perhaps that was why his instincts enjoyed doing this to her. For the brief time he used her he knew her thoughts were solely on him.

The warm feeling of pleasure he got while listening to her whimper was jerked though when she spoke. She hadn’t spoken in a few years now and the return of speech did not please him.

She said some nonsense about love and started to struggle against him. He let her, despite the fact he could stop it with a the pressure of his own reiatsu or a single word. She was demanding to know why he was taking his right from her body.

“I have explained it before, why do you keep insisting you do not understand?” He growled.

“Because I don’t.” She shouted. “You want my body, fine. But why do you take the time to torture me? Why even bother to try and make me feel…… pleasure?” She finished off with a whisper.

So she was upset he was gentle with her? Did she want him to show her the other end of the coin?

“Would you prefer it if I hurt you instead?” He asked sharply.

Her eyes and reiatsu spiked with fear.

“N..n..no.” She stammered, turning away from him once more.

“Then be silent and submit. Stop lying to yourself about your fate.”

He tipped her head to face him once more and caught her mouth with his own. She made a protesting noise and tried to push him off of her. He caught her hands in one hand and pinned them against the bed above her head.

Her body stiffened beneath his for a moment before it relaxed. Pleased, he released her hands and broke the kiss, letting her gain some air. He looked down at her body, admiring the curves and let one clawed hand run down it till he reached her core.

She made a whimpering noise that cause his loins to tighten painfully as he inserted a single finger into her, careful not to cut her with the sharp claw attached to it. Her body glistened in sweat and her breathing was becoming laboured.

He rubbed her nub with another finger and she began to pant even harder and whimper. She shot a hand down to stop his torment, but he caught it and pinned it to her side. He caught her second hand as well for good measure.

Her whimpers turned into cries and she tossed her hips about to try and escape the pleasure he was working up in her.

“Stop, please.” She begged. “I can’t take anymore.” She whimpered.

“You want me to stop?” He whispered into her ear, giving her nub a strong circle and eliciting another cry from her.

She nodded her head, unable to speak by this point.

He removed his hand and let her roll onto her side. He ran a claw along her side before folding an arm over her to once more play with her breasts. He nuzzled her neck and nipped at her flesh, watching her body shudder.

“Are you ready?” He asked, his breath hot against her skin.

She nodded again and shifted onto her hands and knees as he rose up over her, spreading his wings wide for balance before grasping her hips. Her hand shot out and snagged his tail, grasping it tightly as he slowly sank into her depths.

It was his turn to let out a soft moan as her heat enveloped him. He gave himself a second to just enjoy the feeling before pulling out and pushing back in. She gave a gasp at each forward thrust and ever so torturously slow, he increased the pace until her gasps and cries came as fast as she could gain breath.

The sound of her pleasured cries filled his own body with a heat he still did not understand but could not get enough off. Each sweet cry she made caused him to feel that heat stronger and stronger until she made that one cry above others, the one that accompanied the extraordinary painful mangling of his tail overshadowed by the intense pleasure of her walls clamping almost painfully upon him.

She collapsed onto her stomach and he rested against her back, leaving himself in while the last spurts were milked from him.

“Who are you thinking of?” He whispered into her ear once he caught his breath.

“You.” She answered softly, and he was pleased to detect no lie from her.

“Good.” He purred and removed his body from hers.


The spoon in her hand snapped as the cries carried through the house they lived in. Tatsuki ignore the shattered spoon and the blood from her hand as her hands clenched into fists.

She wanted to barge in there, pull the bastard from her friend, and kill him in the most gruesome way imaginable. But the one time she had tried to interfere they had both been punished severely and she had no plans of letting something like that happen to Orihime again.

She had been tied to the post in his room, one used to support the house, and forced to watch as he had raped Orihime violently, his claws drawing blood. She had learned her lesson and never interfered again and he had never ‘hurt’ her again.

When the cries finally finished she managed to get her hand to let go of its death grip on the now useless wooden spoon and tossed it aside before turning on the tap and letting the cold water rinse the blood off of her hand.

She had been as surprised as Orihime had been when Ulquiorra had used his second claim on her, but she was not about to look too closely into his motives. All that mattered was that she was here and while she could not stop him from raping her friend, she could be there for the aftermath.

The bedroom door opened and she turned a death glare onto the Arrancar as he exited. She had only seen his released form the one time she had tried to intervene. When he left the room he was always back to the cold, emotionless bastard she knew him as.

The door to his room was open and without a word to him she walked past him into the room to where Orihime was still curled on the bed, although she was covered in a nightgown.

She gathered the red head into her arms and just held her, mumbling how all would be well. It didn’t take long for her friend to snap out of it and without a word they both headed to the bathroom to shower before dinner.


He watched Tatsuki calm Orihime down and once he was sure the woman was back to normal he slipped away, once more pleased he had decided to claim the second woman after determining the relationship the two girls shared.

With his instinct dealt with he was once more able to think with a clear head. He frowned as he pondered why she had spoken tonight, and the sentences she had used.

What was it with humans and love? Love was an abstract concept. He wanted her, he had a right to her, so he took her, it was as simple as that. Although why he wanted her in a sexual way was still confusing to him.

But when his instinct came forth and his blood boiled all he could think of was getting her under him. Perhaps he was developing a spit personality as the two girls had discussed when they thought he could not hear them, but he was far more sure it was just instinct.


Next Chapter: We see what Karin and Yuzu have been up to. It's rather long from what I recall.
Thank you to the people who reviewed the two shot and I hope you will enjoy the longer story. Orihime and Ulquiorra are a pain to work with and I give a nod to those that can do it. It's probably why I gave up working with them so early in and ended up turning the focus to Karin and Grimmjow, who were a breeze to wright.