Innocent Eyes

Inoue Orihime sat sullenly within her small cell in Las Noches, wearing the white garb that bastard Aizen had given, had forced upon her. Her eyes were somewhat glazed as she stared off out through the infinitesimally small window, barred, resting two feet over her head when she was standing. She was trying to ignore her surroundings, to leave the present, the terrible life she now led… her mind slowly wound itself backward, back to several years ago, before all of her great adventures with Ichigo, Chad, Uryu and Rukia really began…

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“Wow, Tatsuki, you were amazing! You really kicked some butt today! You were like, ‘hya!’, ‘hoo-wah!’, and ‘Yaaaa!’” Orihime laughed, running circles around the sweating Tatsuki as she, quite accurately, mimicked some of the techniques the shorter girl had used in her karate sessions that day. Tatsuki couldn’t help but chuckle at her friend’s antics, slowly dabbing her own forehead as she watched the well-endowed Orihime bounce to and fro. She had invited Orihime to stay the night with her while Tatsuki’s parents were away for some business trip or other for the next few days, and Orihime and eagerly accepted, so they were calmly making the short trek towards the Arisawa residence.

Any regular girl probably wouldn’t have gone walking down the streets wearing little more than white pajamas while sweating up a storm, but Tatsuki Arisawa was not any regular girl; she was the second-strongest female high-schooler in Japan, and she feared no living threat. Tatsuki simply smiled and walked along in a thoughtful haze while the bubbly Orihime ran round and round, excited about practically everything, as the girl constantly was. Tatsuki watched Orihime as though a protective older sister, and she couldn’t help but try to remember when it was she realized that she truly loved Orihime, not as family, but as a lover. Even as they approached her house, she still couldn’t remember.

“Come on, Orihime. I need to get changed.” Tatsuki said it once, and fairly quietly, but she knew Orihime had heard her, and sure enough, the innocent Inoue followed after her like a well-trained puppy. Once they were both in her room, Tatsuki smiled and gave an innocent glance toward her closet door, blushing at the thought of the surprise she had waiting for Orihime… but that was for later. While Orihime sat on the bed and looked around the room, gibbering about nothing and everything, Tatsuki walked around to the other side of the bed and slowly undid the black belt holding her robes closed, the folds opening wide and shrugging off of her shoulders with enough slack, revealing she wore nothing beneath but a pair of white undergarments.

Usually she would have slipped into the silk shirt and pants she used for sleeping in, but this time, she had no intentions of simply going to bed. Giggling softly, she slowly stepped around the bed into Orihime’s direct line of vision and, in a very un-Tatsuki fashion, put both her hands behind her head and struck a pose.

“Whaddya think, Orihime? Magazine material, hm?” Orihime gasped softly, turning a very, very bright shade of red.

“Tatsuki! That’s naughty! Hee, and you say Chizuru is a bad girl.” Tatsuki mock-huffed, putting on a fake pout.

“Don’t compare me to that tramp, or I’ll have to teach you a lesson… now c’mon, Orihime! I wanna see your spread picture; god knows you’d make millions selling a picture like that!” With that, grinning like a fox, Tatsuki pulled an ‘eep’ing Orihime to her feet by tugging on her hands, then sat where Orihime was sitting. “Gimme a show, Orihime! Let’s see what that pretty body’s made of!”

Blushing heavily, Orihime nodded and, wondering what had gotten into her friend, slowly pulled off her shirt, revealing her rather large breasts being barely contained by a pink lace bra, which actually did look on the verge of bursting. Orihime couldn’t help but giggle madly when Tatsuki starting sending cat calls and wolf whistles her way, and she quite suddenly got into the spirit. Placing her hands over the cups of her bra, she leaned forward to show off her ample cleavage and put on a pouting kiss, winking slowly Tatsuki’s way. Grinning wide in appreciation of the single-gal applause, Orihime quickly undid her bra, allowing it to fall to the floor and fully revealing her gorgeous breasts; the sight of these veritable gifts from god made Tatsuki draw in a breath of delight, ogling the sight before her in wonderment. She knew people, male and female alike, who would slay others just for the mentioning of such a sight.

Taking a page from Tatsuki’s book, Orihime brought her arms up behind her head and, holding the same pose as her petite friend, turned her head to the side and, with an almost animalistic look on her face, gave a pelvic thrust that would have knocked even the most stalwartly heterosexual females for a spin; as it stood, Tatsuki stood no chance. Gaping, she could feel the wetness beginning to spread from between her legs as she wondered where Orihime may have ever picked up such a move, and she grinned in anticipation as Orihime lowered her arms, giggling madly.

“Ooh, now I want to show you a little trick I picked up…” Tatsuki said, and with no more warning than that, was on her knees before the shirtless goddess in her bedroom. Before Inoue could squeal in surprise, Tatsuki’s hands had a firm hold on the hourglass-built woman’s hips as she suddenly buried her face in Orihime’s crotch. The fabric of the jeans was uncomfortable against her face, but it didn’t stop her from kissing and licking the other’s most sacred of areas, although the two protective layers dampened the feeling a bit. Pulling her head back a tad, she grinned up at Orihime from between her large breasts.

“Now, watch this…” And in an act of impeccable dexterity, she slowly and teasingly used nothing but her teeth to fit the button of Orihime’s jeans through the hole they used to bind the clothing closed, then slowly dragged her tongue needlessly up the entirety of the other’s crotch along the zipper line, using her tongue to stand the small metallic bit enough for her teeth to catch it; and in a movement so slow some flies may have died of natural causes, Tatsuki’s head lowered itself slowly, taking the zipper and, in turn, the pants with it, revealing Orihime’s now soaked bright pink lace panties. Once the pants had been fully undone and dropped, Tatsuki returned to slowly licking and kissing Inoue’s femininity, both her saliva and the liquid from the gently moaning girl making the small cloth sticky and better maneuverable.

Pulling her head away to better see the wonder she was about to reveal, Tatsuki hooked her fingers into the sides of the panties and slowly, deliberately, pulled them downward; the first thing Tatsuki saw was the small tuft of auburn hair resting cutely above the treasure trove she was unveiling; from there on, the sight was pure gold, first revealing the girl’s clitoris before fully revealing Orihime’s dripping slit. The panties fell from her fingers and to the floor, allowing Tatsuki’s fingers to get a grip on Orihime’s soft, full rump before she slowly returned her head to the lap of her panting friend, kissing all over the quivering lower lips of the innocent girl before she gently used her tongue to prod Inoue’s clit, sending a shockwave through the standing girl and making her moan heavily, placing her hands on Tatsuki’s head for support and balance.

In doing this, Orihime inadvertently pressed Tatsuki’s face full-on against her, making her moan again as Tatsuki took this as a sign to begin digging for gold; she showered a flurry of licks, kissing, and even gently nibbles against the outside of Inoue’s now red sex before she decided to take the step forward and gently prodded the lips aside with her tongue, smiling as she closed her eyes and inhaled Inoue’s musk through her nose, her tongue beginning it’s fantastic voyage to fully explore the inside of the new island known as Orihime.

Despite constant invitations from the ever-eager Chizuru, Orihime had never taken the initiative to explore herself, figuring it was just something the odd girl did to relieve boredom, something Orihime never suffered from herself. As she cried out, moaning and grinding against the face of her long-time friend, she couldn’t help but wonder why it had never been explained to her just how good this felt. As Orihime felt the pressure building deep inside her, the heat intensifying and aching for what she felt would be a volcanic explosion in the extremely nearby future, she couldn’t help but whimper gently, biting her lower lip to simply keep from screaming to the heavens in animalistic pleasure; this point soon became moot.

With a final, long dragging lick, Tatsuki successfully brought Inoue to her first orgasm, making the standing girl quake and shiver as her liquid suddenly fired from her like an incredible cannon-fire, coating Tatsuki’s face and filling her mouth with the sweet liquid that was Orihime’s core being. Meanwhile, about three feet above the happily licking Tatsuki, Inoue could no longer hold herself back. Like a banshee damned to the deepest pits of hell, she was screaming with all of her might; rather than in agony and anger, however, this was a scream of pure pleasure and bliss. Heaven could feel no better than she did now, and she wished it would last forever. Instead, it only lasted a few seconds longer before she practically collapsed on Tatsuki, who was still enjoying her new favorite drink. Before she knew it, she was lying on the softest bed in the world and Tatsuki was on top of her, their breasts melding as Tatsuki gave her a kiss her brother never could, nor would.

“Mmm… you’re yummy, Orihime. So, something tells me you enjoyed that?” She giggled at the rhetoric question, showering the panting and flushed girl with gentle kisses all over her face and neck, slowly petting the sides of her head as she did so. It was a few moments before Orihime could speak again.

“Ooh… Tatsuki… that was fantastic…” The karate master beamed in pride as she acknowledged her greatness, giggling as she hugged Orihime closely. It was a few moments before Orihime could return any of the kisses, and as soon as she did, she felt her legs being spread by Tatsuki’s own.

“Well, now that you’re all rested up, I think it’s time for round two…” Grinning, she gave Orihime one of the deepest kisses she could muster as she began slowly rubbing her genitals against Inoue’s own; the effect was immediately visible, as Orihime began cooing and moaning into the kiss, the slow and gently rubbing causing a small piece of heaven to return to her. This time, the pleasure was two-sided, and the two had to break their kiss so they would be allowed to moan in pleased unison. To Orihime’s surprise, Tatsuki began picking up the pace, grinding their sexes together faster, harder, and causing their entire lower bodies to clash in a pleasing battle. They both cried out and moaned, raining kisses down upon one another, hands roaming and exploring. Both of Inoue’s were on Tatsuki’s ass, the less experienced girl trying to speed up the grinding and pulsing of their hips, her legs wrapping around Tatsuki’s for the same reasons. In contrast, only one of Tatsuki’s hands were separating Orihime’s cushiony backside from the soft bed; her left hand was happily and avidly exploring the right breast of her newfound lover.

No softer thing, be it pillow, blanket, or body part, had ever been held by human hands; Tatsuki appreciated fully the feeling of Orihime’s exposed and quite excited breast beneath her, her palm slowly rubbing the rock-hard nipple now and again as their hips clashed in renewed vigor, Tatsuki’s groping hand squeezing harder, leaving bright red handprints behind as she made Orihime cry out in louder ecstasy. With a loud moan and a final thrust, Tatsuki successfully brought Orihime to her second, more powerful orgasm, the innocent beneath her trembling and crying out in pleasure. The sight and sound alone was enough to cause Tatsuki to mimic the other, her own orgasm racing through her; their mingling sexual secretions coated Orihime’s crotch and waist more than Tatsuki’s, though by the end of the simultaneous orgasm they both had a fair amount of the mess over the both of them.

“Oooh… so… what did you think of your first time with a girl, Orihime?” Tatsuki asked after several long minutes of gasping for air. Accompanying the question was a soft, loving kiss to Orihime’s soft cheek, Tatsuki gently nuzzling Orihime as she patiently awaited an answer.

“Nngh… Tatsuki… I didn’t know anything could feel so wonderful…” She sighed softly, hugging Tatsuki tight to herself, smiling brightly.

“Good… now, get ready for tonight’s big surprise.” With that, Tatsuki slowly rolled off of Orihime, grinning like the fox that cornered the hen. Slowly, Orihime sat up and looked around, wondering in excitement what the surprise was. She was fairly shocked when Tatsuki looked to her closet door and smiled. “Alright, come on out.”

If Orihime was shocked when Tatsuki spoke, she was even more shocked when the closet door slowly slid open… and out stepped a gently grinning Ichigo Kurosaki. Orihime turned as red as a ripe tomato when she realized that Ichigo, too, was not wearing any clothes, and his erection seemed to glare at her in anticipation. Her shock was complete when Tatsuki slipped off the bed and bounded into Ichigo’s arms, giving him a deep kiss, her right foot rising into the air in a very un-Tatsuki manner as she put her head on his bare chest.

“So, what do you think? Wanna make the night complete, love?” She asked softly, eyes closed as she nuzzled the orange-haired male, who kissed the top of her head while still eyeing Orihime hungrily.

“Sure do. You remember how we wanted to do it; hop to.” Then, grinning, he gently smacked Tatsuki’s rump, making her ‘eep’ and blush as she rushed to do as her man told her. Orihime had never known Tatsuki to take orders so well, and was quite surprised when she jumped at the chance to do as commanded. Tatsuki slipped behind Orihime and placed her hands on the girl’s shoulders, slowly laying her back down and kissing her gently as she did so.

“Now, Orihime, this is gonna hurt a little… but don’t worry, it feels good almost directly afterward. And it really helps that Ichigo’s as big as he is… he’s been wanting you for a while, you know.” Orihime really should have known that Ichigo was with Tatsuki, she supposed. After all, Tatsuki knew him first, and even introduced the two of them rather early on; it made sense that Tatsuki was his first. Yet, in her mind, she was still overjoyed to be his second, at least. Before she could think on the matter any further, she suddenly found Tatsuki’s womanhood, smelling of both of the girl’s sexes, pressing wantonly against her face; she remembered how Tatsuki had done this for her, and decided to simply mimic what the more experienced female had done. Before she could begin, however, she felt a large presence press itself against her; Ichigo had straddled her hips, and placing both of his hands on her now quite sensitive breasts, he slowly pressed the head of his manhood against her well-lubricated opening.

Her initial moan was drowned out by Tatsuki suddenly quite firmly pressing herself against Orihime’s mouth, causing the vibrations from the yelp to shoot through Tatsuki’s soft pink. Before she could begin truly getting into the spirit of pleasing her friend, Orihime couldn’t help but inhale deeply as a sudden blinding pain shot through her; if what she felt before was heaven, this was some sort of hell; she didn’t realize the source until she felt Ichigo’s rough hips pressing against her own, her depths filled and violated by his suddenly throbbing member. She was, albeit inadvertently, squeezing him for everything he had while she tried to ride out the pain. As a side effect, all of the screaming she was doing was going straight into Tatsuki’s quivering sex, sending the other girl into spasms; she could hear her moaning heavily miles above her.

As Ichigo pulled out of her a good ways, then plunged quickly back in, Orihime realized something wonderful, something fantastic: the pain had given way to the greatest pleasure she had ever felt. She moaned in excited ecstasy as Ichigo rapidly pulled out then filled her, the process repeating itself hundreds of times in what felt like both seconds and eons. Between her muffled moans and screams of pleasure, she could feel Tatsuki shudder and cry out on top of her before her mouth was filled with the mixed juices of not only Tatsuki, but herself as well. She could taste and smell the both of them on her sweaty body, and the mingling of the two had created something so magnificent tasting, so wonderful, Orihime knew she could become addicted in no time. And when the unconscious Tatsuki rolled off of her, Orihime could finally let the world know how she felt: she screamed a delirium of wild-eyed pleasure to the walls and ceiling, her wildly spasming and contracting walls clenching down on Ichigo’s manhood.

Suddenly, with a final thrust and a loud outcry of ecstasy, Orihime felt the essence of Ichigo fill her, pouring into her deepest of depths, filling her to the brim and quenching the raging fire deep inside her. Panting hard, the spent Ichigo growled and basically collapsed upon the drained Orihime, planting his face firmly against one of her breasts as he kept himself deep within her, his ragged breathing and bared teeth bringing that much enjoyment to her. She panted and closed her eyes, physically and emotionally spent; three orgasms in one day, and for the first time, was simply too much for her, and she began to lose herself in sleep, where her dreams were nothing more than livid fantasies, all involving Tatsuki, herself, and Ichigo.

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Orihime sighed heavily, pulling out of her delighted reverie. The memories of her first time, not only with a woman, but also with a man, brought a dull ache to her heart… and something much deeper. She knew this was one of the last places she ever wanted to feel this ache, in the dank cell deep in the heart of Las Noches, but she couldn’t help herself. Looking down, she could already see the stain of her excitement beginning to stain the elegant white dress she hated so much. And as though the gods themselves were angry with her, she could now hear footsteps approaching her cell door. Undoubtedly one of her deeply despised adversaries was coming to mock her; before entering Hueco Mundo, Orihime had never known hate, or even dislike. She was a creature of love, and she loved everybody she knew, save for these forsaken creatures known as the Arrancar, or the three fallen Shinigami.

She sighed softly. That was not true… there was one, and only one being, she did not hate in this terrible place of nightmares and pain. Her only guiding light, her saving grace in the hellish place; of course, the odds of him being her visitor were, quite literally, one in several hundred. The footsteps suddenly stopped, and she heard the knob to her cell door twist slowly. She did not turn completely from the wall, prepared to simply sit there in total silence as any number of tortures were inflicted upon her; the two female twin Arrancar loved nothing more than beating the living shit out of her, and she knew it. The other, Ulquiorra, was perhaps even worse; his torture was a psychological one, and one she had fallen prey to only once before, one that had almost caused her to take her own life. But he stopped her in time, he saved her form the hell-twins, and only he seemed to care for her at all. She tilted her head enough to look over her shoulder as the door slowly swung open… and she couldn’t help but smile, because the only creature she would allow herself to smile to that wasn’t human stood in the doorway, as proud as the panther he was, a monster who knew he ruled the jungle.

Grimmjow Jaggerjack took a slow step into the room, not letting himself smile just yet. He knew Aizen would be able to see him until he closed the door; despite being a despicable, hateful, loathing, monstrous bastard, Aizen at least gave the girl the gift of total privacy in her own quarters… until he sent his right hand bitch Ulquiorra to her. Once the door was closed, however, he did smile, though it was little comfort. Despite himself, even his kindest of smiles looked as though a death glare.

Orihime cried out happily and scrambled to her feet before vaulting across the room to plant herself firmly into his arms, burying her face in his comforting chest as he rested his head atop hers, running his hands through her hair and murmuring softly, trying to relieve her of the undoubtedly heavy strain being in this hell put on her; he could really only afford to visit her weekly without being too obvious, and a week with the Arrancar could put a heavy strain on somebody.

Slowly, small tears dripped down her face as she absorbed the tranquility he gave her. In her mind, despite herself, she could still avidly remember the first time she had met the angry, roguish Arrancar. She smiled gently at the warm memories; she had been untrusting of him at first, as even he admitted she had every right to be, but eventually she realized that he was, indeed, on her side.

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“Hey girl, restore this, too.” The manic-looking Arrancar demanded of her, turning about and half-removing the small jacket he wore, revealing a hideously scarred ruin where a number ‘six’ had once been tattooed. Gulping softly, the nervous Orihime tentatively stepped toward the neon-blue haired Arrancar and, putting the semi-circle shield to use, rejected the damage dealt toward the tattoo, once again revealing the jagged, cruel looking number.

“Grimmjow, just what the hell is this abou-“ Suddenly, the slightly sluttish-looking Arrancar referred to as Luppy had Grimmjow’s newly reformed right hand buried wrist-deep in his upper abdomen.

“I’m retiring you.” Was the simple reply, and in a shocking display of angry power, a bright light emanated, and shot from, the buried palm; the cero utterly obliterated everything that had once been Luppy from the waist up. As even some of the other Arrancar winced at the sheer brutality of the attack, Grimmjow began cackling maniacally.

“I’m back! My power is all back! I am SEXTA ESPADA!” These simple sentences were littered with insane laughter and repeated, over and over, as the proud Arrancar looked to the sky, cackling like a madman. As the gathering began slowly dispersing, it was all Inoue could do to keep from vomiting all over the floor; just what, exactly, had she allowed to be re-created?

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Orihime’s world was pain, pure and simple. The two female Arrancar, or rather, the one in charge, had been savagely beating her for the past hour and a half, trying to make her retaliate, to get a reason to simply kill her and be done with it. But Orihime had more will than the girl dared admit; it would take much more to break her, but she was willing to spend the time giving the treatment to her… it was a shame, however, she would be unable, because as she reared her fist back for another savage blow, the door to Orihime’s cell crashed open. When the dust and smoke cleared, a truly terrifying image greeted the two guilty Arrancar: Grimmjow Jaggerjack, with a very un-amused scowl on his face, which was scary enough due to the remnants of the panther-jaw mask lining the right side of his face.

Before any words could be exchanged, before any warnings or threats could be uttered, Grimmjow was a blur. The one not beating on Orihime had quite easy; her legs were swiftly kicked in at the kneecaps, causing them to explode backward in a shower of blood and splintering bone. The other was not so lucky. Grimmjow’s impossibly tight grip was around her neck, lifting her a good three feet off the ground as it cut off her windpipes. The left hand had reached out to grab the wrist of the female’s hand that had been holding Orihime, and in a sickening instant, every bone and muscle was smashed to veritable nothingness. As the Arrancar opened her mouth to scream, the left hand quickly shot up and got an impossible grip on her lower jaw; that, too, was destroyed with a deft squeeze.

His right hand let up only enough to keep her from passing out as his left hand found joint after joint, bone after bone to simply smash and destroy. When Grimmjow finished almost ten minutes later, she was little more than a head attached to a quivering sack of pained nerves and broken pieces. With a violent motion, Grimmjow threw the bloody pulp straight into the ground, causing the Arrancar to cry out in agonized pain one last time before finally succumbing to unconsciousness. Slowly, Grimmjow’s eyes roved to meet those of the other crippled Arrancar; he couldn’t tell if it was either Lolly or Menoly, and frankly, he didn’t care.

“If I every, ever catch either of you two sluts in here again, I do much, much worse to the both of you. Oh, you won’t die, not right away. I’ll take my time, and you don’t want that. Now then, I suppose it’s time to get rid of you scumbags…” Slowly, he reached into the Espada robes he wore and pulled out two small cubes.

“A month the each of you should teach you.” And in a blink, he threw the two portable Negacion into the Hollow holes of his victims, and in a flash of light, they were gone. Slowly, he turned to the battered and, quite obviously, shocked and frightened girl huddled in the corner of the room.

“Uh… so… are you… okay?” It was more than simply apparent that he was very, very uncomfortable asking the question; it had been several lifetimes since he had, in any way, attempted to comfort another soul, and it was something he was unaccustomed to. Orihime sniffed rather loudly, tears brimming in her eyes.

“W-why do you c-care? I k-know you’re j-just sp-spying on me for A-Aizen… t-trying to get m-my trust…” She was frightened as it was, and when his almost, with a very stressed almost, slightly sympathetic looked turned into a stone-cold glare, she almost wet herself.

“Girl, if I wanted information from you, you’d know it. If you’re going to treat me like this, then fine; we’re even now: One favor for the arm, and one for the tattoo. Don’t expect me to repeat these actions.” With that, he turned and stormed away, slamming the door violently as he left, making the girl cringe. She almost wanted to try and call out an apology, but she knew that would only be playing into the son of a bitch Aizen’s plan… wouldn’t it?

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As Ulquiorra left her room, Orihime lie on the floor in the center of the carpet, crying like a newborn babe, her head buried in her arms. That vile, vile Arrancar had been trying to warp her mind once again, getting her to blame herself for leaving her friends behind, for joining the Arrancar and even plotting to assist Aizen in his plans. It hurt her, deep in her soul, and as she poured her heart out into her arms, she didn’t hear the door creak open. When the hands, surprisingly soft as they were, gently touched the back of her neck, she practically screamed and scrambled away from them. Looking up and gasping, she saw Grimmjow for the first time in almost two weeks… and this time, it was definitely a sympathetic look in his eyes. When he saw the dark purple bruise on her check, however, his eyes turned to an ice-colored steel.

“That slimy piece of shit hit you? I’ll rip his goddamned arms off and feed them to him! I’m going to tear his legs off and shove them so far up his ass…” Grimmjow was on his feet in a flash, roaring out every vile threat and curse that came to his mind. For a moment, Inoue forgot her own pain long enough to see the obvious ache in Grimmjow’s eyes. This monster, this Arrancar, actually cared for her well being! There was no way this could be an act, not even the most brutal of monsters could put on an act so convincing. In a move that caught even him by surprise, she was suddenly wrapping herself around him, hugging him. This was new to the cold-hearted Grimmjow, and he didn’t know how to respond…
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Four months later, however, and he had become used to her hugs, used to comforting her. He stroked her hair slowly, mumbling reassurances in her ear, telling her the vengeance he would extract on Ulquiorra, Aizen, all of them, simply for the crime of hurting her. Never had such brutal, hateful, frightening words been so romantic to any living creature.

“Those two didn’t hurt you too bad, did they? Didn’t break your legs or anything?” He knew full well that she always healed herself of the more grievous damages, if only for his sake anymore, and he always asked these questions; if they were to ever do damage that would stop her from activating her powers, she wouldn’t be able to heal herself, and that would certainly spell a violent end for the both of them. The only reason they still lived was simple: Aizen had made it clear, in no uncertain terms, that Grimmjow was not to kill them. They were his personal servants, and only he could kill them if he so chose. Not that those simple words would stop Grimmjow if he truly wanted them dead; it was the law of Hueco Mundo, not the law of Aizen, should any true harm befall Orihime.

“No… no… they barely roughed me up this time… I think they’re starting to give up…” It was a blind hope, and she knew it, but it was still nice to dream. Perhaps, someday, they might, but it wouldn’t be any time soon.

“What about Ulquiorra? He hasn’t touched you at all, has he?” This was what truly bothered him, and she knew it. But he also knew that Ulquiorra would do nothing so long as she did nothing first; that was a lesson she learned quickly. One does not hit Ulquiorra Schiffer and get away unscathed.

“No… I made certain not to touch him, just like last time…” She knew how inane it was to speak of such things, but she couldn’t help it; in a place like this, she truly, truly needed somebody to take comfort in, and Grimmjow was giving her that.

Grimmjow held the girl tight against him, smiling softly, which still felt like a fairly alien act, as Orihime curled up in his lap, her head still pressing itself against his chest, as though she felt the absolute need to convince herself his heart beat just like hers; incidentally, it did. As she pressed herself against him, she allowed her fingers to slowly trace the lines of his incredibly well toned abdomen, the muscles tight and compact all the way to the hole resting directly in the pit of his stomach. Despite being able to quite fully extend her arm through the hole, the muscles that were cut off felt as tough as if the muscles continued on in the nothingness.

He kissed the top of her head gently, his hands moving down to slowly massage her back and neck; his undeniably great strength found and instantly worked out any knots they came across, the pressure he exerted causing the bones in her neck and shoulder to audibly pop, though the usually associated slight pain did not accompany the actions; she had become used to having said bones pop, so the feeling was more comfortable than painful anymore. She blushed gently as his fingers began roaming again, covering her lower back with their soothing touch before making their separate ways around her waist, rubbing slow circles into her skin through the odd material that made up the dress she had been forced to wear.

As his fingers traced over her bare stomach, as the odd make of the dress allowed, he couldn’t help but chuckle lightly as his fingers slipped beneath the cloth, kneading the muscles in her abdomen as his fingers roamed up to her breasts, making her breathing hitch at the slight unexpectedness of the action. She moaned gently as the massaging steadily got more and more rough. She gasped slightly as he leaned forward and softly bit her ear.

“So, dear Orihime, what were you thinking about before I got here that made you so excited, hm?” Her blush got deeper as she moaned again, his ministrations picking up speed and strength randomly. Despite the pleasure, she knew she had to answer. Her dear ‘master’ did not like having questions unanswered, and he always seemed to know when she was lying.

“Ah… I w-was… nngh… thinking… of my first time… w-with my friends… ooh…” She bit her lower lip softly, pressing her back against his chest, wanting him to continue, to speed up, and to do as he pleased with her. She shivered as she thought about him, about his love, and the tastes he had helped her acquire. Grinning the mischievous grin more natural to his face, Grimmjow leaned forward and licked her cheek slowly, grinning.

“Thinking of somebody other than me? You’re liable to make me jealous, my dear. Is that what you’re trying to do here?” His hands suddenly squeezed, making her moan as her excited breasts were toyed with, making her feel like the stronger man’s own personal toy.

“Oooh… n-no, sir, I d-didn’t… aaah… plan on th-that…” She moaned and even whimpered in Grimmjow’s hands, the fingers squeezing as he palmed her erect nipples, flicking them now and again; she knew that, despite his seemingly patient exterior, he was just on the verge of ripping the cloth off of her, as he had done before, and showing her exactly how good she could truly feel, even in hell.

“M-master, p-please… aah…” At this, Grimmjow’s smirk widened. He couldn’t recall getting the girl so worked up so quickly during any of his prior visits, and the smell of her sex was overpowering. Grinning, he leaned forward, still roughly teasing her breasts as he gave her a gentle kiss, catching one of her lips with his and biting it before releasing her.

“Please what, my pet? What do you want your Master to do?” He grinned wickedly, roughly squeezing and tugging her breasts; his love was rarely gentle, and that was how she enjoyed it most. He put her before him at least once in their love making, but after that, she was his, utterly and totally; he looked forward to using her again, one of his only favorite hobbies anymore.

“P-please, Master… please f-fuck me… make me yours…”