Restless Water

Restless Water

By: XtremePlaga

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. I do not earn money by using them. Only adults are allowed to read this story.

In Hueco Mundo, things are much more different than they are in the world of the living. For example, the sky is illuminated by a moon that never moves, as if frozen in a photograph. Another thing is the justice. There is none. You are either strong or dead.

Tia Harribel was many things. She was an Arrancar. She was an Espada. She was a warrior. Something she was not was weak. Many enemies had underestimated her because she was female. They had all paid the price.

The blonde walked through the halls of Las Noches. Each step she took echoed across the walls of the compound as she made her way to see the captive. Something about the human Orihime intrigued the female hollow.

Her power was certainly worth a second look. No wonder Master Aizen had ordered Ulquiorra to kidnap the girl. But it wasn't just that. She had more to her. A certain... quality... that Harribel wanted to get a closer look at.

Loly and Menoly were right outside Orihime's door, plotting to do something nasty to the girl. Harribel cleared her throat, sending them a glare that told them to get lost. They ran away with their tails between their legs.

She knew that they would be back. They hated the human for some reason. No matter. She was not here to protect her. Only to get a closer look at her.

The door opened easily for her. She opened it slowly, not wishing to startle the girl. Orihime sat in front of the window, staring at the motionless moon with a forlorn expression on her face. Harribel closed the door behind her, locking it.

“What do you want?” Orihime asked, not removing her eyes from the celestial object. What bravery the girl had! Harribel could have destroyed her with a flick of a pinky, yet the human showed no fear whatsoever.

No. That wasn't quite right. More like, she did not care whether she lived or not. There was plenty of fear visible in the tremble of her skin; and in the cold sweat from her brow.

The blonde walked up to the girl, standing right next to her. She gazed upon the moon as well, trying to understand what was it about it that entertained her so much. “You do not act like a normal human,” commented the blonde.

Orihime smiled wryly. Looking up at the Espada, she gave a smart-ass response. “Would you like me to whimper like a scared animal?”

Harribel returned the girl's gaze with a cool look void of any emotion. “It would be an improvement.” Their eyes returned to the sky. Maybe that was why she stared out the window. The sky represented freedom, while the window gave her a look at life outside her cage.

She understood her more, but her curiosity was not yet satisfied. Harribel grabbed the human by the hair, lifting her into the hair. Orihime clawed at her hand to no avail. Harribel released her. She did not want to see her in pain.

“Stand up,” commanded the blonde. Orihime reluctantly obeyed, standing rigid right before the woman. Harribel's blue eyes bore into Orihime's brown ones. The girl was more wary, but there was still defiance burning behind her stare.

The dark-skinned woman placed a hand on the girl's chest, grabbing it roughly. She squeezed and kneaded it, paying careful attention to when she heard her wince in pain. In a short moment, the most curious of sounds came from her lips.

Harribel repeated the motion she had made, drawing out the same sound from the human as before. “What is that noise you are making?” the blonde asked, gazing on her subject with great curiosity. “Tell me what it is.”

“It's a moan,” Orihime responded. For some reason, she had a look of shame plastered all over her face. That merited further study later on. For now, Harribel was more interested in these moans that the human had mentioned.

She twisted her chest this way and that. Sometimes she moaned, other times she winced, and some moments she even screamed in pain. The chest of the human was very sensitive. Especially the nubs located on the center of each mound.

It wasn't enough just to touch. The inquisitive Espada had to see what she had her hands on. “I want to see you without your shirt.” She could have ordered the girl to simply remove her clothes. True. But why bother at all?

Instead, Harribel grabbed Orihime's white ensemble and ripped the top off with an effortless yank. The girl's big chest jiggled as if to thank the woman for freeing them. The blonde's cerulean eyes narrowed as she saw the breasts of Orihime.

The Espada also had a big chest. One that Grimmjow and Szayel stared at whenever they thought she wasn't looking. But, because of a mere coincidence, Harribel's own nubs were trapped behind her hollow mask.

Maybe that was why she had never experienced those 'moans' that the human had made? That seemed like the appropriate answer. Harribel started touching the girl again. To her wonder, the girl's nubs got hard the more she touched them. “What do you call these?”

“Those are my nipples.” Orihime's face became very red and her breaths started to come in quick, shallow bursts. Harribel stopped what she was doing, worried that the human might be getting sick because of her. “Don't stop,” the redhead whined.

Ignoring the request, Harribel asked, “What is happening to your face?”

“I'm blushing...” The blonde tilted her head inquisitively. Blush was just as alien to a hollow's vocabulary as moan was. Sickness, anger; these colored their faces. “It's something human's do when they are embarrassed or excited.”

Excitement? How peculiar. Never had Harribel seen someone's face go red with excitement. Embarrassment, yes, she knew of that. Her fraccion did not blush, but they certainly got embarrassed often enough. Usually, they did it to each other for fun.

This one time, Apache's clothes had all been hidden while she was asleep. Boy, had she been angry! Anyway, that was neither here nor now.

There was just one thing to clear up. “Which one are you? Embarrassed or excited?”

“Both,” responded Orihime, her face glowing a brighter shade of crimson. Harribel raised an eyebrow, smirking to herself. She started to touch the girl again, doing so with a level of expertise that made it hard to believe this was her first time doing this.

Harribel had a lot of fun with her impromptu toy. She started to giggle playfully as the girl's nipples were squeezed and flicked by her every whim. Her moans grew louder and louder. So loud, in fact, that it was surprising that Ulquiorra had not shown up yet.

The wonder did not last long. The blonde started to grow bored of the human's breasts; but there was still more to uncover. She did have, after all, still more clothes to peel aside in order to get at the sensitive flesh below.

Using the voice a ruler would use with a servant, the Espada commanded, “Take the rest of your clothes off.” Her watery orbs narrowed, promising punishment if her order was not followed. Orihime's eyes watered as she pleaded silently for mercy.

A slap across the face made it obvious that there would be none. Tears streaked down her face as Orihime took off the bottom of her suit, ending up in nothing but a pair of white panties. Impatient, Harribel ripped those off.

The redhead tried her best to cover her nudity up. One arm lay across her chest, hiding her nipples, while another one lay right over her crotch. The blonde grabbed the girl's arms, pulling them out of the way. “No!” Orihime screamed as she struggled.

Harribel ignored the girl's vain attempts to break free from her. She might as well have shouted at a brick wall to knock it down, for all the progress she was making. Instead, she focused on the girl's most private of places.

There was a small slit crowned by a small bush that was the same reddish color of her head. A little bit of moisture was visible on the opening. With her powers, Harribel could tell that there was a whole lot more of it inside.

“You are a very interesting creature,” commented the Espada. She entered a finger into the girl, removing it and marveling at the liquid that covered her digit. She licked it off, tasting it inquisitively. Not bad. Kind of sweet.

The blonde got on her knees before the human, taking a closer look at her subject. She entered a finger again, but this time she simply moved it around inside. Those moans from before came back, but they were louder. More intense.

The most interesting part was a little button placed right at the head of the slit. Whenever the blue-eyed she-devil touched it, Orihime's toes curled and her moans grew the loudest. “What is this thing called?” asked the woman as she touched the button again.

“Th-That's called a clit.” The human crumpled down, apparently unable to hold herself up anymore. She panted with exhaustion, her eyes closed as she appeared to try and gather her strength back up. Funny, what a well placed touch could do.

The blonde stood up, looking down at the human at her feet. Her exploration had been very informative, but it was now time to get a bit more personal. Harribel stepped out of her pants, throwing them to a corner where they would not get in the way.

Orihime looked up at the Espada, her eyes going wide in shock when she saw something she did not expect. Dangling from the Blonde's legs was a large appendage that normally only guys had. “All of us Espada are amalgamations of many hollows,” explained the woman. “So, we can actually change our gender at will.” Her massive beast hardened to an impressive, very thick, ten inches long. “For some reason, looking at you makes me feel... very masculine.”

Harribel took a firm hold of her erection, stroking it lightly as she licked her lips. She approached the frightened girl, who turned away from the Espada in disgust. Playfully, the blonde rubbed the tip of her penis against the redhead, marveling at the sensations she felt.

Instinct told the Espada what she had to do. Grabbing Orihime's hair roughly, Harribel made her turn her head forward. With a gentle thrust, the tip of her cock entered the human's exquisite mouth; waves of pleasure blossomed out from her groin to the rest of her body.

The intense sensation drugged Harribel, robbed her of reason, but it was not enough. She needed to feel more of it. To be filled by the ecstasy that coursed rampant through her hot veins. Such delightful, wondrously sensual power it held!

“I want to shove it down your throat.” The dark-skinned warrior held Orihime's head firmly, thrusting her hips back and forth, as she fucked the girl's helpless mouth. “I want you to swallow all of me until there is nothing left.”

Orihime fought, but not to escape her frenzied attacker; she fought to survive. In her crazy desires, the blonde seemed to have forgotten that the redhead was human, and fragile. She fucked her face with full abandon, uncaring that her balls hurt her chin as they slapped it. Or that her endowment was too large for her mouth. Good thing Orihime shoved such crazy foods down her own throat. It made her jaw more flexible.

Harribel buried herself with one final thrust, releasing a stream of hot liquid into the girl's abused mouth. With nowhere else to go, the white substance slid slowly down Orihime's throat. She swallowed the semen, lest she end up choking on it.

Withdrawing back, Harribel felt satisfied. She sat on the bed, watching the human as she did nothing but lay there. There was a look on her face, as if something unspeakable had happened. How something that felt so good be bad, Harribel could not understand.

And yet, it had not satisfied her completely. Her dick still held the same hardness as before; it throbbed with desires that could not be ignored. Perhaps she had gone for the wrong hole? Wishing to test this out, the blonde gathered the human and brought her to bed.

She threw her down face up, spreading her legs open and staring longingly at the slit between her legs. Orihime cried out for mercy. With tears streaming down her round cheeks, she exclaimed, “Haven't you done enough to me?”

“No,” responded the dark-skinned rapist coldly, unperturbed by the tears her captive shed. Her dick was positioned at Orihime's opening, sliding around in search of the entrance. “I want you to give me your body, girl.”

Orihime would never honor that request, but that did not matter. The shark punched into her, filling her so fully, the head knocked at the doors of her womb. A scream came from her that would have shattered glass.

Harribel's pace was merciless. She pistoned in and out with such strength and ferocity that the bed threatened to collapse after every thrust. Her whole body was filled with the same sensation as before, but it was much stronger. She fucked the human harder and harder, bringing herself closer to release.

The blonde shouted, “Here is my vida, my esencia! Take it all!” The poor girl felt the same, warm liquid she had swallowed before enter her body. It splashed against the walls of her womb, filling it completely while still more of it leaked out of her.

The satisfied woman pulled out, shooting even more spunk all over Orihime's lavender skin. With her questions answered, and her desires satisfied, Harribel gathered her discarded clothes and put them back on. She looked at the broken girl, who remained immobile.

“That was very entertaining. I do hope we have the chance to do it again soon.” And with that, she left. Her icy-blue eyes burned with the memory of what happened. They looked to the future, seeing more of today. Much more.

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In a dark room full of monitors were gathered all the male Espada. From Aaroniero to Barragan, and even Stark and Ulquiorra. “Did you record it all?” asked Grimmjow impatient, shifting from side to side like a child with a sugar high.
“Every dirty little second,” responded Szayel, grinning widely. He pressed a button on the monitor, ejecting a CD from the device. “If you want to see it again, you'll have to pay me for a copy of it.” Immediately came the complaints and threats.

-The End-

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