Anatomy

The shape and texture of the thing in front of her amazed her to no end. Of course it was the first time she was ever seeing something like it, but still. Was she supposed to be that awestruck that it detoured her from their intentions in the first place? She noticed the man standing in front of her had a somewhat curious expression; the action surprised her greatly. Usually, he acted as if the only emotions he knew how to have were no emotions. So, it was more than wonderful to know something could peek his curiosity. But she turned her attention back to what he had pulled out his pants. Her fingers gently stroked the organ that was probably a little over seven inches; she did take sewing classes, you know. So, she was pretty sure her estimation was accurate. It felt so smooth beneath her warm fingers. She ran her hand over it again and marveled at how it could be so hard and soft at the same time.

The part that struck her most was the tip. It was wider than the back part. Of course it was just as ivory colored as the man it belonged to, but still. She grasped it in her hand and wondered if it would feel the same in her mouth as it did in her hand. The thought settled itself in her mind so that she almost pulled him forward in an anxious motion. She covered the head of it with her mouth, and her eyes widened in surprise. It felt smoother in her mouth than it did in her hand. Her lips parted wider so that she took more into her mouth. Wow. Did all males have those soft organs between their legs that could become hard as stone but still be as smooth as silk?

For her to have been as innocent as she looked, her tongue and the wetness of her mouth made him feel as if she was the most devilish woman alive. His fingers ached to dig into the softness of her skin. The thing he wanted most, however, was to feel her panting with pleasure underneath him. Yes. His eyelids fluttered closed. It would be an image etched in the back of his mind forever. He didn’t know how hard he had his lips pressed together until he released a heavy sigh that made the girl look up. His once pale lips were the color of her tongue. Her tongue flicked over the head again before she broke into a smile.

He pushed her onto the bed with a sound that rested between a groan and moan. His fingers gripped her thighs as he lowered his mouth to the pink flesh waiting for him. His tongue gently brushed the outer skin before moving towards the small pink nub waiting for him. He pressed his lips against her flesh and sucked at her clitoris hungrily. She whimpered and buried her fingers in his hair. A muffled scream escaped her as ecstasy rode her body in strong waves. She moaned and moved her hips so that when his tongue slipped lower it moved deeper into her.

He enjoyed the slightly salty taste of her as she came again with his against her. He stood with a solemn expression. His gaze met hers as he pushed into her soft wetness. Her fingers gripped his arm to the point that they dug into his skin. He thrust into her gently at first. After all, it was her first time. A rough kiss from him muffled her scream of surprise at the sharp pain. He rose above her with his weight on both arms. He moved quick and hard with each thrust. She clutched at any part of him she could hold on to. Surely death would come before that moment was over; she feared when she truly experienced the release building in her body she would die from pure satisfaction. She cried out as the moment she’d been dreading slammed into her like a fist to the stomach. Her fingers dug into his skin again and she thrust her hips towards him.

He marveled at how her body tightened around his during her orgasm. His lips met hers again and he was overcome with his own pleasure as he buried himself inside her one last time. He remained over her for several moments before moving to an empty place on the bed beside her. He stiffened at the feel of her hand on his arm. Slowly, he rose from the bed and pulled his clothes on.

“You’re not longer innocent, Orihime.” He left the room with one last glance directed at the bloody sheets underneath her.

She curled into a ball and buried her face in her warm hands. How could she ever be innocent when she felt so many things whenever he was near her? Her hand slowly moved over the still warm place beside her. She smiled to herself. “Ulquiorra.”