Prize of Victory

Warnings: Oral, sex, Grimmjow's language

Normally he never gave the black haired onna any attention, but her rant at him did bring one thing home.

It was true Orihime knew better than to try and ever escape him, and the real one to blame for the whole scenario was Grimmjow. The fact the 6th even dared to have anything to do with what was his irked him to no end.

He found the Espada pacing in agitation in a clearing a fair distance out of the city. His prey is sight Ulquiorra wasted no time launching into a Sonido, pinning the surprised, blue haired Arrancar against a tree before Grimmjow could even notice he was there.

“What the fuck Ulquiorra?” Grimmjow spat at him, struggling slightly to break free of the others iron grip.

“Your lack of respect for things that belong to others is as deplorably as your attitude towards Aizen-kami.”

“What the fuck you talking about?” He growled, finally managing to push Ulquiorra off of him and standing up straight.

“Her talents are not to be wasted on trash.”

Dawning came upon his target as his blue eyes lit with sudden understanding.

“You telling me you are pissed because I asked the woman to make sure Karin wasn’t hurt?” He demanded in disbelief.

“Why you would waste any time on such trash as the….”

He was interrupted as Grimmjow lunged at him, fist leading the way. It connected and sent him reeling slightly to the side, shocked at the power behind it. He caught his balance and shot a hate filled glare towards the other.

The other was glaring back at him with just as much hate. True they had never gotten along before, but this was a new level.

“What the fuck you know?” Grimmjow growled. “I expected someone as sharp as you to at least see her hidden potential.” He snapped. “True she wont ever be as strong as us, but what woman is other than Harribel? And we both know she is out of our league.”

“What are you implying?”

“Karin has enough potential to be as powerful as any of the fraccion, more powerful than the hungry, pathetic bitches always nipping at our dicks.” He growled.

“You are thinking of fully Claiming the girl?” Ulquiorra asked in disbelief.

“Perhaps.” Grimmjow admitted grudgingly, as if he had only just come to the conclusion himself. “If anything it will piss Kurosaki off if he ever gets the balls to come after us again. Jealous?”

“Why would I be jealous of such low level trash?” He grunted.

Grimmjow bit back a bark. “Because unlike you, she shares my bed willingly. I didn’t have to rape her.”

Ulquoirra’s back stiffened at the insult and he felt his instincts kick up a notch. His hand tightened around Murcielago’s hilt.

“I claimed my right as Vict….”

“Bullshit.” Grimmjow interrupted. “By your own words you consider Kurosaki nothing more than trash. You look down on Nnoitra for screwing everything in sight, and yet the moment you have a woman in sight you rape her into submission, strip her of her virginity, and Claim her all in one night.”

“Tozase, Murcielago.” He snapped, drawing his Zanpakuto.

“Kishire, Pantera.” Grimmjow drew his own Zanpakuto quickly.

Grimmjow met his strike with one of the spikes on his arm.

“Does that piss you off?” Grimmjow snarled.

Ulquiorra didn’t answer, just untangle his Zanpakuto and struck again, only to be blocked by Grimmjow grabbing the blade with his bare hand.

“So what if you consider her trash. You consider everything but Aizen,” he spat the name, “trash. I think you are missing the real piece of trash. Try looking in a mirror.”

His eyes widened in rage and he charged a cero. Grimmjow side stepped the blast. He charged another much faster and this time Grimmjow released his grip on Murcielago, spun on one foot, and kicked Ulquiorra’s hand to the side, sending the blast wide.

“It really pisses you off doesn’t it? Did you honestly think that woman was going to fall in love with you if you just Claimed her after beating her love interest into a bloody pulp in front of her eyes?”

“Do you think that piece of trash related to Kurosaki will love you?” Ulquiorra shouted back angrily, interrupting Grimmjow‘s rant.

Grimmjow smirked in triumph at getting a real reaction out of him, in forcing him to lose control over his tightly controlled emotions.

“Love? I doubt it. But at least she willingly comes to my bed. Does she scream when you rape her?” Grimmjow demanded.

“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?” Her words echoed in his mind.

Ulquiorra let lose a feral growl and lunged at him.

Grimmjow’s eyes widened and he barely managed to block the attack. There was enough force behind it he went skidding back and didn’t stop until his back hit a tree, shattering it from the force of the impact.

“Why did you Claim her anyway? Was it to piss Kurosaki off?” Grimmjow demanded.

“It was my right….”

“Bullshit.” Grimmjow interrupted again. “You could have finished him off but you didn’t. Was it because you knew she would be devastated if her beloved ‘Kurosaki-kun’ died before her eyes?”

He felt a wall of rage overcome him.

Grimmjow’s smirk widened shortly before he was nearly blasted to dust by a Gran Ray Cero. Grimmjow cursed violently and looked at the burnt arm that had been tagged by the edge of the blast.

“Holy Shit.” Grimmjow suddenly started laughing. “You fucking love her don’t you?”

Ulquiorra felt a rush of unknown emotion race through his body.

“No wonder you get so damn jealous when she thinks of someone else or pays attention to someone other than you. And it pisses you off she doesn’t think the same.” He roared with laughter.

Ulquiorra’s eyes widened in shock as he stared at the laughing Arrancar.

“Oh you poor bastard.” Grimmjow laughed. “How the mighty has fallen. Does your precious ‘Aizen-kami’ know his loyal lap dog loves someone other than him?”

“Shut up, trash.” He growled.

“Whatever. You aren’t worth my time.” Grimmjow returned to his normal state, sheathing Pantera. “You know, for the first time ever I think I actually pity you.”

“What?” Ulquiorra snapped.

“You love that human woman, a being you claim you see as trash. And you want her to love you back, but you screwed up big time. Women do not forgive so quickly and you ripped her freedom, her innocence, and her very being from her. If she can ever bring herself to even forgive you I would be surprised, let alone fall for you.”

Grimmjow started to walk away.

“And you know how to……. correct the issue?” He asked softly.

Grimmjow actually froze and turned to look at him.

“Are you actually asking me for advice on how to woo a woman?” He asked in disbelief.

“Your….. track record… is far superior to any others.” He grudgingly admitted.

The look of disbelief on Grimmjow’s face intensified before he scratched the back of his head nervously.

“Well yeah. I have never had to force a woman into my bed, but….fine. You want a peace of advice?”

After a moment of internal debate, Ulquiorra nodded.

“Let her go.”

“What?”

“If she tells you to stop and that she doesn’t want it, stop. Listen to her for once.”

“And if,” he had to think of her name, “Karin asked you stop, would you?” He questioned.

“Of course. But I have yet to find a woman who didn’t want a piece of this.” He smirked, indicating his toned body before disappearing in a Sonido.

Ulquiorra was left alone in the destroyed clearing, thinking over the conversation. He wasn’t sure what had possessed him to hunt Grimmjow down for borrowing Orihime, but he had a feeling the 6th was not far from his marks, and that annoyed him more than anything.

Eventually he came to the conclusion that Grimmjow was right about everything. He hadn’t Claimed her because it was his right, that had just been his excuse to go through with something that he had been pining over for a long while.

He wasn’t sure when it had happened, but ever so slowly he had started to fall for her. It did make him mad when she thought of others, especially that piece of trash Kurosaki.

He left the clearing, heading back to the house. The moment he came through the door he noticed the look of resignation that crossed her face as she stood up and headed to his room.

She clearly had no desire to bed him but he had trained her over the years that when he appeared to her in his resurreccion it was because he wanted her.

“I swear to kami on high if you hurt her I will find a way to kill you.” Tatsuki growled as he walked past her.

He paused to look at the woman before continuing on and closing the door behind him. Orihime was already naked and laying on his bed, eyes locked on the ceiling as she waited for him.

He quelled the roaring of his blood that wanted to jump her and remind her who she belonged to and instead studied her.

She was nervous and resigned. The first he knew was because they had not parted earlier on the best of terms.

“Do you not enjoy the attention I give your body?” He asked.

She looked at him in surprise.

“I…” She was clearly confused. “I… it doesn’t really hurt.” She stammered.

He never spoke to her when he called upon her. Just undressed himself and used her. He preferred silence and the break in routine clearly had her stunned and confused.

“Answer truthfully.” He commanded. “You will not be punished regardless of what answer you give.” He assured her.

She turned her gaze up to match his eyes. “Yes, it is pleasurable, but only to my body, not to my heart.”

“Why?” He demanded.

Her eyes widened at the question.

“Because you don’t think about me.”

“I do.” He interjected, but she shook her head and raised a hand to stop him.

“No. You don’t care about how I feel when you…..” She trailed off.

“Rape.” He suggested coldly.

Her eyes widened before they fell and she gave a small, soft nod of her head.

“You consider this rape?” He asked.

“What else would I consider it?” She snapped at him, causing him to jolt in surprise.

It had been a long time since she had dared to raise her voice at him.

“You don’t ask, you just take. And when I try to understand you just go on about how it is your RIGHT. Well here is a piece of news for you, it is NEVER anyone’s right to force themselves on another.”

It was like he had unleashed a dam as she stood up from the bed and started screaming at him in a way she hadn’t done in five years, and this time his instincts were under enough control to actually Listen.

“He was right.” Ulquiorra realized with a hint of disgust.

Grimmjow had been right. Orihime was screaming her frustrations out at him, tears slowly coming down her face. And it hurt him. It made his chest tighten.

He reached a hand out and wiped a tear away, stopping her rant with the unexpected action. She stared at him in surprise before breaking down completely and crying, collapsing onto the floor in a fit of tears.

“I….. apologise.” He said softly.

She stiffened and her gaze shot up to stare at him in surprise.

“I….. did things the wrong way.”

“Wh….what?” She asked surprised.

She searched his face as she had the day after he had taken her.

“What have you done to me?”

“I have Claimed that which is my right.”

“Why?”

“It is my right.”

Her face had fallen at his final answer.

Looking back he realized she had been hoping for a different answer. Just like that day she was studying him, looking for something. She seemed to find something for she took a shuddering breath.

“Why did you Claim me?” She asked as she had that day and several times after.

“Because….” He paused.

Because it was his right was the excuse, and only trash lied to themselves.

“I don’t know.” He finally admitted.

She actually looked somewhat pleased and stood up to face him.

“You once asked me where the human heart is. Do you understand now?” She asked softly.

“I…”

“It is not in my chest, nor my head. It is a place where even your eye can not see.” She continued.

“It is in others.” He murmured.

She smiled at him.

“Ulquiorra-san….. Do you love me?” She asked softly.

His eyes widened.

“Is that why you get so jealous when I think of others? Is that why you attempt to make love to me? Is that why you Claimed me that night and sparred Ichigo’s life, knowing that to watch him die would have shattered me?”

Ichigo, not Kurosaki-kun.

“I do not know what this love you speak of is.”

She smiled at him, and it actually reached her eyes.

“It is painful, but at the same time it is wonderful. It both hurts and makes you feel warmer than the sun. Do you, Ulquiorra-san, love me?” She asked.

“I… don’t know.” He admitted. “When you think of others, it angers me.”

“That is a sign.” She conceded.

“When I,” he tried to think of a good term, “lay with you,” he settled for, “I enjoy making you pant with pleasure.”

She winced at that confession.

“That could also be a sign.” She conceded though. “Do you respect me for who I am?”

“Yes.” He answered.

“Also a sign. If I asked you now not to have sex with me, would you?” She asked.

He felt a spike run through him and his instinct flared up. She was his and she had no right to deny him what was his right!

He quickly squashed the instinct down before it could rise up and undo the small amount of work he had managed to do with her, but it was surprisingly difficult. She seemed to notice his struggle.

“Be honest.” She prompt. “That is also a part of love.”

“It would be difficult, but I would try.” He finally admitted.

She smiled warmly at him and to his surprise leaned forward to brush her lips against his cheek.

“Then I would say you are in love with me.”

“Do you…” He started.

She shook her head, stopping the question before he could finish it.

“No. I do not love you Ulquiorra-san. At one time I might have been capable of it, perhaps even in it, but not after everything you have put me through. However,” she held a hand up to stall his next sentence, “with time I might be able to again.

“I think…. I think I finally understand why you Claimed me. Why you did what you did. Tonight, please, I ask that you let me leave to think. Please?” She begged softly.

He fought against his instinct to Claim her and in the end his wings dispersed as he retuned to normal, giving her a nod of his head. Orihime smiled softly at him and retrieved her clothes, getting dressed before retreating, pausing at the door on her way out.

“Thank you.” She said softly, still with that small smile, before closing his door behind her.

“Let her go.” He whispered to himself. “It would appear that Grimmjow is…….. Not so much the piece of trash I took him for.” He grudgingly admitted to himself.


Grimmjow didn’t return until well after both girls were in bed. Karin was honestly surprised he hadn’t called on her. This would be the first night in the last two months, minus the nights she was on her cycle, that she hadn’t been expected to be in his bed.

She was oddly disappointed.

She frowned at the feeling and quickly analyzed it. When he took her he would always make sure she somewhat enjoyed the encounters, and now she realized her body had gotten use to the attention and was now craving it, even if her mind was neutral on the subject.

“He saved us, saved Yuzu when I could not.”

She frowned at the thought. He had saved them both and she hadn’t even thanked him yet.

She rolled over and noticed Yuzu was fast asleep. Sighing, she got out of bed and headed down the hall, stopping outside his bedroom door. She knocked twice before opening the door and stepping in.

He was laid out on his bed wearing nothing but his hakama just like the first time she had entered his room. Unlike that time though one of his arms was bound in bandages and he was staring at the ceiling clearly deep in thought.

“Um, hi.”

His gaze swept down to her.

“I wanted to say thank you, for saving us today. If I had been stronger….” She sighed.

“You’ll get there.” He grunted, turning his gaze back to the ceiling.

“Thanks for the compliment, but I don’t think I could ever be on that level.”

His gaze once more left the ceiling to stare at her.

“Don’t shit me.” He growled. “You think I would waste my time with you if that small fry was your potential.”

“Wait, what?” She questioned silently.

“The rock imbedded in his skull had your reiatsu all over it. A little more focus and you probably would have offed him yourself, but you panicked, didn’t you?”

“I was worried about Yuzu.” She admitted slowly. “And had been training before he showed up.” She added. “I did that much damage to the creature?” She thought to herself shocked.

“You’re like the opposite of your brother.” He snorted.

“Funny, two months ago you said I was just like him.” She pointed out.

“Not when it comes to fighting.” He corrected. “He thinks he’s better than everyone else.” Grimmjow growled in loathing. “You think you can’t do crap.”

“Are you saying I can be as strong as Ichigo?” She asked in disbelief.

“No. You don’t got that much potential in you, but you could reach at least a fraccion’s level. Wont hold a candle to us Espada, but as strong as the fraccion, sure.”

“I see.” She pondered the thought.

She could be strong enough to protect Yuzu on her own in time. Suddenly the training he was forcing upon her didn’t seem so tedious. Her eyes fell upon the bandaged arm and she frowned.

“What happened to your arm? It wasn’t like that this afternoon.”

“Burned it.” He grunted, suddenly no longer interested in talking to her.

Frowning, she walked across the room and his eyes followed her.

“Well, whoever wrapped it did a poor job. Would you like me to redo it?” She asked hesitantly.

“You know how?” He challenged.

“My father runs…ran,” she corrected, “his own clinic and trained both Yuzu and I. Of course I know how to treat most wounds.” She crossed her arms. “If you don’t want me to that’s fine.”

“Go ahead.” He said offhandedly.

Nodding, she undid the poor wrappings.

“Looks like he did it himself, no wonder they are so poorly wrapped.” she noted. “And this explains where his top is. Looks like he shredded it to make the bandages.”

Karin winched when she saw how bad his arm was burned and frowned at the damage, as well as the lingering traces of Ulquiorra‘s reiatsu. She had a feeling she knew what had happened.

“Hold on, I am going to get some burn cream and fresh, proper bandages. I‘ll be right back.” She promised.

She gathered what she needed from the main bathroom before returned to see him now sitting up in bed and leaning against the wall. He remained silent as she tended to his arm.

She felt a light blush coming on, for this was the first time she had ever deliberately touched him. Every other time had been his own movements. She wrapped his arm up and admired her handy work.

“Thanks.” He grunted.

She looked at him in a bit of surprise. He seemed like the type that would sooner die than admit he needed help, let alone accepting that help and thanking the one offering it.

“You’re welcome.” She smiled softly.

Her eyes drifted down his body and noticed the rather obvious tent in his hakama. Clearly he was up and ready and yet he hadn’t asked for her body yet.

“Is it because of his arm?” She wondered. “No, I doubt something as ‘small’ as that would stop him. Is it because…..he is worried about me and what happened today? Is he actually concerned I would view his advances like that piece of shit Arrancar’s?”

She was stunned by the thought and oddly touched he would even consider it. She got up and his gaze followed her, but it wasn’t to the door she went, but rather to the lantern on the desk.

She turned it down low before removing her kimono and crawling into bed beside him.

“What are you doing?” He asked, confusion clearly laced in his voice.

“Well,” she blushed suddenly feeling very nervous “you held up your end of our agreement.” She stated. “And I am not so shallow as to weasel out of my end. Unless you don’t want me here tonight?”

“Suit yourself.” He grunted.

She curled up beside him, back facing him. For several minutes they both just lay there in silence. He would shift every once in a while and when she finally turned to face him she noticed his little problem hadn’t gone away.

“And yet he still hasn’t demanded anything from me. Why?”

It was confusing and endearing. She didn’t know why but she wanted to help him. Had she any psychiatry training she might have said it was because after two months sleeping with him had become habit, but she didn’t have any such background knowledge.

Both of his hands were firmly behind his head and he was still having a staring contest with the ceiling and clearly lost in his thoughts.

Biting her lip nervously, she slowly shifted over to face him and reached out with one hand.

“Kami, am I actually going to do this? Can I do it? Do I want to do it?” She questioned herself.

Her movement finally caught his attention, or perhaps it was the feeling of her hand touching his skin above his Hakama before sliding down under it.

“What are you…” His question died off as her hand found it’s target and he let out a soft gasp.

“It’s so soft, like silk, yet hard.” She noticed and her hand wrapped gently around him.

For all the times they had slept together, she had never really explored or got to know his body outside of laying on her back while he molested her before moving to her hands and knees so he could take her.

She dared to look up at him and his gaze was once more facing the ceiling, but she doubted he was staring at it this time. His mouth was open ever so slightly. Emboldened, she started to stroke him softly and he let out a little mew.

She steeled her will some more and sat up before moving between his legs, removing her hand from him. The look he sent her sent a tingle up her spin, for it was the look of someone who had just lost something they desperately desired.

Feeling a bit of nervous sweat start to trickle, and with hands that shook only a little, she undid the ties to his Hakama and pulled them down before dropping them to the side out of their way. She watched as he practically doubled in size and she wondered how in the hells something that big fit in her in the fist place.

It was a bit different actually looking and studying what she had been touching and what had been inside of her. Biting a lip nervously, she reached out to touch him again, eyes going back up to his face.

There was unveiled lust in his eyes as she stroked him. It was oddly flattering and she felt herself emboldened as she explored different ways to touch and play with him. She could not get over how soft and warm to the touch he was, or how big he had gotten.

His breath was turning into pants and sweat broke out over his body. Her feeling of flattery turned into what she could almost describe as a feeling of power. She was the one making him shiver under her touch and she suddenly understood why he enjoyed making her pant in pleasure.

“If my hand alone does this to him. What about….” She couldn’t finish the thought and blushed hugely at it. “ Could I?” She wondered.

She brought her face closer to the object of her attention and slowly let her tongue dart out to touch it.

His entire body stiffened under her at the contact.

“It doesn’t really taste like anything.” She noted, darting her tongue out again for a full lick up his shaft this time.

He shuddered violently beneath her and emboldened by his obvious reaction she braced herself and sucked the tip into her mouth. The tip was slightly salty and wet, but the taste didn’t last long.

Feeling more in power than she had ever felt in her life, she began to suck softly. His body jerked under her and when she glanced up his body it was to see his eyes closed, his mouth slightly open panting for breath, and his body soaked in sweat.

He was too big to take completely in her mouth without gagging, so she settled for wrapping her hand around the base. Now he really started to twitch under her and she swore she heard a few whimpers escape his mouth.

“Stop.” He suddenly gasped, taking her by surprise. “I am about to Cum.” He warned her.

She stopped, relieved he had warned her. She wasn’t sure she was ready for something like that just yet. Still, she smirked as she looked at his exhausted frame and she crawled up his body to straddle his hips.

He was still panting beneath her, hands clenched by his side. Curious, she reached a hand out to trace the edge of his hole. It felt no different than the rest of his skin and she couldn’t bring herself to do anything more than marvel she could see the bed through it.

Her eyes drifted to his mask fragment and her hand drifted shortly after. She hesitated for a moment but he hadn’t stopped her from exploring his body yet so she let her hand trace the edges of his mask.

It was cool to the touch and felt like how she figured bone did. She traced the teeth before satisfying her curiosity enough to dare to run her fingers through his hair. It was surprisingly coarse, almost like an ally cat’s fur.

Her hand trailed back down his body and her eyes fell upon his nipples, both of which were fully erect. She tweaked one and he hissed under her again. Smiling, her other hand found the other and she played with them, earning more hisses of pleasure out of him.

She leaned forward and sucked one of them into her mouth, flicking it with her tongue and she felt him start to grind his hips against her. His hands found her hips and she realized he meant to flip them over.

“Not tonight.” She denied him silently, and braced her legs to the bed to prevent him from turning them over.

When he opened his mouth to no doubt demand why she defied him, she shifted back down his body slightly and grasped him, giving him a soft squeeze that turned his potential question into a mew of pleasure.

“I can do this. I have already taken it this far and he wont let me stop now.” She encouraged herself.

She lifted herself slightly up off of him before bringing herself down onto him. His back arched as she impaled herself and he let lose a yowl of pleasure.

She gave her self a second to adjust to the slight pain from her walls stretching before she started to move. It took her a few tries to get the angle to a point she felt herself tingle in pleasure.

Pleased with her current angle she braced herself against him, using her fingers to play with his nipples.

His eyes bore into hers and it made her flush, but she didn’t stop. She rode him until he roared and grasped her hips, holding her tightly to him while he fired his load into her. His entire body convulsed and his eyes rolled up in his head.

“Is this what it looks like when he cums?” She wondered in awe.

His body stopped convulsing and he collapsed against the bed in exhaustion. She took a few deep breaths herself before removing herself from his body and pulled the blankets up over them.

She was so use to him clutching her to him when they slept that she wasn’t the least bit surprised when he pulled her into his grasp. For once she was also far too exhausted to remain awake and she fell asleep curled in his arms.


Grimmjow lay in bed, contemplating the argument he’d had with Ulquiorra earlier that day. His words had been true, but now he wondered what had sparked them.

Truthfully he hadn’t thought about Claiming Karin until that little spat. Sure she was one hell of a good fuck. No, she was far better than good. Even after two months he couldn’t get enough of her tight heat wrapped around him.

But he frowned over the part they had argued about rape. Karin had come willingly to his bed, granted for an exchange of services as a few had done in the past.

“Would she have come if I hadn’t been eying that sister of hers?” he wondered absently. “Probably if I had courted her.” He was quick to assure himself, male pride swelling.

His burnt arm was smarting but he wasn’t about to admit that pussy Ulquiorra had actually managed to hurt him.

“Bastard ain’t even here and he’s still playing mind games with me.” He cursed.

He missed the knock on the door, hell, he hadn’t even noticed she had come in until she spoke.

“I don’t recall summoning her here tonight.”

She thanked him for saving her and he shared a brief conversation with her before ignoring her once more. However the sight of her in nothing but a half open sleeping kimono was enough to get him started even when he wasn’t in the mood.

“Bloody body.” He grunted to himself, intent to ignore it.

That became harder when she not only offered to properly bind his arm, but crawled naked into bed beside him afterwards .

“I ain’t like Nnoitra or that bastard Ulquiorra. I don’t need to…..” His thoughts were broken as he felt her hand touch his skin. “What are you…” His question died off as her hand wrapped around his arousal.

He let out a gasp as she began to stroke him. Well if she wanted to pleasure him who was he to argue? It was better than him doing it himself. He laid back and just enjoyed the attention, that was until she stopped.

He looked back down to her disappointed, at least until he saw her crawl between his legs and with hands that shook with nervousness, undid the belt to his hakama and tossed them aside.

He felt a bit of pride at how big he already was and the way her eyes widened at the sight. Her hands embraced him again and he sighed, staring back up at the ceiling without seeing it.

Something wet suddenly touched him and he froze. His gaze shot back down to her just in time for her to give him another lick before she took his head into her mouth and started to suck.

“ Holy shit.” He gasped, arms leaving the back of his head to clutch onto his mattress for support. “She’s….. she’s…… Kuro-fucking-saki’s sister has her mouth wrapped around…“

“Stop.” He cried, breaking his thoughts. “I am about to cum.” He warned her.

She seemed relieved he had warned her. He just panted and tried to regain his breath. The sight of her taking him in was probably the hottest thing he had ever seen. She shifted up his body and began to explore it.

He let her, trying to regain some semblance of composure. None of the bitches who had ever pleased him orally had turned him on as much as she had.

“Because she is that damn Shinigami’s sisters, that’s why.” He told himself.

His attention was drawn back to her when she tweaked his nipples shortly before taking one in her mouth. He wasn’t going to last much longer and he grasped her hips to flip her onto her hands and knees so he could take her, but she stopped him.

He felt confusion and a bit of anger, but before he could demand to know why she had denied him, she shifted and grasped his shaft once more and his question came out as a mew instead.

His eyes widened when she sank herself on him.

“What the hell is she doing?” He questioned.

Then she moved, and his hands left her hips to clutch the bed again.

“Holy Fuck. Holy bloody fuck.” He gasped to himself.

Hollows were like animals, and like animals they took their partners from behind. This, this was something he had never experienced before in his life and he was loving every minute of it.

From this angle he could see her breast bounce as she moved on him. From this angle he could see the look of pleasure on her face. And this was Kurosaki’s bloody sister riding him, giving herself freely to him for he had not asked it of her, not this night.

He couldn’t hold it in and he felt those familiar sparks fly and his body convulse as he filled her. He panted for breath and she untangled their bodies and pulled the blanket over them.

“Kami, I wish I had a way to let that bastard know his sister enjoys this. He thought with a vicious smirk as he let sleep claim him.


Golden eyes that had witnessed the entire thing from across the street closed briefly in mourning before moving on so as not to risk being discovered and an alarm raised.




What I am most interested in knowing is how people think the argument between Grimmjow and Ulquiorra went. It came to me easily enough but it still seems kind of........ something.

Also, this is probably one of my favorite sex scenes to date, and probably one of the most realistic ones. Fortunately my BF has helped me out with several of the consensual scenes in this story and some are actually based off of my own experiences.

Huge thank you for those of you who braved the review button and thank you to those that, while too shy to review, were kind enough to rate. We will see a bit of Gin, he's only really in one chapter a little later on right now.


Next Chapter: Now that my main pairings are established we get to see some of the other survives. Stay tuned to find out the fate of the 8th and 13th division heads.