Prize of Victory

This first chapter came to me after viewing a piece of art named Victory on deviant art. I don’t remember how I stumbled across it but this starting nagging me after viewing it until I wrote it down. I give credit to this first chapter to Sarahpixen. Thank you mesh for finding it ;)

The rest was already a work in progress, but both my little two shot and the main story worked together so I decided to put them together. The majority of the story will be from Karin's point of view, despite these first few chapters. I will warn you now that some chapters get pretty dark as this fict was a challenge to myself to expand to all area's of writing. Otherwise, expect to see everything from absurdly hilarious and fluffy to very dark. I WILL NOT be offended if the reader decides to skip over some of the dark chapters, which will have warnings on the top, as they don't have a major affect on the story. As usual, constructive criticism and any pointing out of errors are greatly appreciated.

Edit: Changed the summery again to reflect the now story version instead of the two shot. Special thanks to my BF and Kazes for editing this for me.

Warnings: Rape

The feel of reiatsu rushing through his veins gave him a rush he hadn’t felt in a very long time.  It had been so long since he had to actually used even half of his power that the feeling of his blood coursing was like a drug.



His careful control over his emotions started to slip more and more as his hollow instinct started to overcome his mind.  He felt rage, frustration, and any other number of forgotten emotions run through him.



His temper finally snapped and for the first time in decades he screamed in frustration at the creature fighting against him.  It was without any resemblance of reason, completely defied any form of logic and it only caused him to feel even more frustration building until the damn of his emotional control shattered into a million fragments.



Gone now were strategic hits.  Gone was any form of planning and maneuvering for a better shot.  He tore into his opponent with nothing more than his claws and howls of rage that the creature returned with its own intensity.



Reiatsu clashed violently between the two of them as they struggled for dominance.  For the right to not only live, as much as creatures like them could, but to take the prize they were fighting over.



Finally the annoying creature fell before him with a howl of anguish and a large spray of blood as his claws finally pierced the things chest.  Despite the fact the battle was now over his blood continued to course.  His mind refused to cease its turmoil and green eyes snapped over to the prize they had been fighting over.



Victory was his, and as such his very nature demanded he take the spoils of the fight.  Not to consume, for he was not that far gone, but to Claim as his own, to take as his own.  The creature was still alive and he flexed his claws, ready to finish it for good.



The girl’s eyes widened with horror when she realized he meant to finish his opponent off.  She rushed towards her fallen companion, her voice horse as she begged him to stay his hand.



He felt anger rise at the disrespect she was showing to the Victor.  He won the fight, he would claim the prize.  Her thoughts should be on him, not the soon to be dead thing laying at his clawed feet.



She froze in terror when he interrupted her run towards her fallen comrade.  Tears were threatening to spill down her face, but they hadn’t come yet.



“Please let me help him.” She begged.



“No.” He snarled.   “You are mine.”



Her eyes widened in shock at his proclamation.  He took a step forward, causing her to take one back.  He continued to advance while she retreated until her back hit one of the destroyed chunks of roof, effectively stopping her retreat.  



Her face turned to the side as his closed in, setting one arm on either side to pin her in place.  She trembled as he moved in and latched onto her neck, mindful his horns didn’t harm her fragile skin.  Her body shook violently as he suckled on her neck, enjoying the taste of the fear in her sweat.



“What are you doing?” She asked in a whimper.  “Stop, please.  Let me help…”



“He is no longer your concern.  I am the Victor.  I will Claim you as is my right.” He growled.



“Ulquiorra-san.” She protested.



He picked her up, and she froze in his grasp.  She let lose a scream as he launched into a sonido, taking her away from the battlefield and fallen opponent to the only place he felt was secure.  His domain.  She let lose a surprised sound as he dropped her onto her back on his bed.



Wide eyes stared up at him as he started to crawl over her body, hand reaching to pull at the white hakama’s she wore under the white, shredded dress.  She remained frozen for a moment, before panic filled those orbs again and she tried to kick out at him.



Intense green eyes met terrified grey and she ceased all struggles in shock.  Like a deer in headlights she remained stunned and without any more resistance he managed to get the hakama off and tossed somewhere in the room.



“What are you going to do?” She asked in a trembling voice, regaining a small amount of her wits.



He ignored her question and continued to remove her clothing  She flinched beneath his touch but didn’t try to struggle any longer, their gazes locked and like the mythical basilisk he held her paralyzed.



“Please stop.” She whispered when he finally broke the gaze to stare at the body revealed to him.



Green eyes shot back up to meet hers.



“I will not stop.” He warned her.  “I will Claim that which I have earned.” He declared with a near growl, causing her eyes to widen in shock.



“But Aizen…”



“Has no further use of you.  Your entire purpose was to lure the fools here.” He snapped, frustrated with the continued, pointless conversation.  “Your use to Aizen-sama is done with and his plan has succeeded.”



She opened her mouth to speak again, but he silenced her with a flare of his reiatsu, causing her to squeak in surprise.  She remained frozen beneath him as he started to wrap his reiatsu around her.



He spread her legs and looked up at her as she stared back in wordless shock.  He didn’t break the gaze at all as he flicked his tongue out to taste her, causing her to jerk in surprise and try to pull away.



“What are you…”



He wrapped his arms around her legs and held her still while growling softly, freezing her in place again and silencing her at the same time.  His tongue darted out again, earning a whimper from her.  He held her still as she struggled against his hold while he worked her with his tongue.



Her taste was relatively sweet, which made the task of preparing her far more pleasurable.  She started to whimper and squirm as he continued.  She let out a gasp when he sucked her nub in and flicked it with his tongue.



“Stop. Please.” She managed to pant out.  “Pleas stop.  This is wrong.  What are you doing?” She begged.



Her hands gave up trying to force his head away and instead clutched fruitlessly onto the blankets as she thrashed under him.  Her panting became heavier and the moon light caused the sweat on her body glistened.



Feeling she was prepared enough that he wouldn’t harm her too much, he stopped torturing her.  Making sure her eyes were locked onto him, he licked his lips and stalked up her body once more.  Her eyes widened, but her mouth remained blissfully silent.



Her hands left her sides to try and cover her breast in a humorous show of modesty.  He corrected the action with his own hands, pinning hers above her head with one hand.  The trance seemed to break slightly and she started to struggle against him again, begging him to stop.



He pinned her down with his reiatsu, earning a startled gasp from her that rose his already fledging erection into a full blown one.  He ground his body against hers, earning another whimper from her that rose his feathered fur in pleasure.



“Submit.” He whispered into her ear.



“I don’t want this.” She protested weakly, tears threatening to spill once more.



One did escape and he caught it with his tongue, rolling the salty taste around and groaning in pleasure.  He wrapped his reiatsu around her tighter, and she gasped as she fell still beneath him, panting heavily as the energy wrapped her up like a blanket.



“The Victory is mine.  It is my right to Claim.” He whispered in her ear.  “Unless you desire death.  Do you?”



She shook her head in the negative, unable to speak as her body trembled beneath him.



“Than I Claim my right as Victor.”  He growled before flipping her over onto her stomach and pulling her against him.



She was frozen in shock and he took the distraction to drive into her, breaking through her virgin wall in a single, merciless thrust.



She cried out beautifully as his reiatsu rushed into her in sync with his body.  It invaded her own reiatsu and chained it even as his physical body began to move.  With each stroke in another push of his reiatsu invaded her body, earning a cry from her that was a mixture of pain, lose and guilty pleasure.



It was a beautiful song.  Her little cries each thrust, the sound of their bodies slapping together, the beat of his wings as he used them to balance on her better.  Somehow she managed to catch his lashing tail at one point and grasped onto it like some sort of life line.



Her passage was almost painfully tight, as expected of a virgin.  He hadn’t considered that she would be one despite the fact it should have been obvious.  His eyes caught sight of something glittering and he realized her hairpins had fallen out at some point.   He moved them both to one side so they wouldn’t risk being damaged.  Had he been coherent he might have pondered his action in doing so.



He paused in his thrusts only to have an easier time brushing her hair to one side to bare her neck before continuing.  Tears of shame finally fell silently down her face and he licked a trail up her cheek to catch them, enjoying the taste.  He loved the taste of her skin and latched onto her neck, suckling.



Her cries eventually ceased at each thrust and turned into whimpers, of pain or pleasure he couldn‘t tell nor cared.  The hand that caught his tail strangled it, but he hardly noticed.



One hand wrapped under her and began to message her breast, playing with the nipple between two long claws without damaging the skin.  The other wrapped around her mid section to hold her steady as her body started to weaken.



Her whimpers turned into desperate pants as his reiatsu finished completely invading her own and he felt himself reach his peak.  With a grin against her skin he sank his fangs in.  His body convulsed as he reached completion and started drinking in his own reiatsu, dragging some of hers along with it to finish the binding.



She cried out in ecstasy and despair as the build up of reiatsu and grinding finally burst through her own dam.  He drank it all in;



The sound of her cry as her walls clamped onto him and drained him dry.



The glistening of the sweat on her skin.



The feel of their bodies joined.



The taste of her reiatsu joined with his spiced with her blood.



The long forgotten thrill of an earned Victory.