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“Hearts, you say? You humans are always so quick to speak of such things. As though you carry your hearts in the very palms of your hands. But this eye of mine perceives all. There is nothing that it overlooks. If this eye cannot see a thing, then it does not exist. That is the assumption under which I have always fought. What is this "heart"? If I tear open that chest of yours, will I see it there? If I smash open that skull of yours, will I see it there?”
His hand hovered above her breast before reaching towards her head, but Orihime stood unwavering before him, fire behind her dark eyes after the initial shock wore off.
Her scent embraced him - warm and alive, evidencing the heart which, she claimed, beat as one with those of her comrades.
Were Ulquiorra and Orihime not comrades now? Did she not take the cloth of the Espada and swear her allegiance to Lord Aizen?
A deep stirring within him affirmed the unspoken questions. As a tremor from above the hall of Las Noches began, he absconded with the Woman to his tower before her hero came crashing down to find them.
Orihime gasped, clutching her breast as they came to a stop in unfamiliar quarters. She watched breathlessly as Ulquiorra sealed the interior of the room with some kind of energy barrier.
“Woman,” he began before turning to face her, taking unhurried steps and ignoring the sounds of destruction outside. “Are you afraid of me?”
“No, I’m not afraid. My friends have come for me.”
Green eyes narrowed for a moment. She was not getting it. “Woman, do you have a heart?”
“Yes…” her tentative reply came, not because she was unsure of her answer, but because she was unsure where he was going with this line of questioning.
“Curious. How does it feel, to have a heart?”
Orihime’s eyes softened somewhat. She peered at him thoughtfully and replied, “It feels like home. I feel like the barriers between us lift and we know each other when we share our hearts.”
He took a step closer to her. “Is it possible that I, too, have a heart?” he murmured.
Her breath caught in her throat and she nodded after a brief pause. “I am sure you have one, Ulquiorra. If you just feel it—“
“I feel it, Woman,” he interrupted, brows coming together in mild frustration. “ I envy because of the heart. I hunger because of the heart. I covet because of the heart. I am prideful because of the heart. I sloth because of the heart…”
He inhaled slowly, taking another step closer to her so she could feel his breath on her face as he continued, more quietly, “I rage because of the heart.”
His eyes darted to the sealed window as if to emphasize the cause of his rage were the interlopers attacking the palace as he spoke. When his gaze returned to hers, his soul glowed through them as he said, “Because of the heart, I lust for everything about you. Can you feel my heart, Woman?”
Her eyes glanced at the space on his chest where one might be. “Do you wish to share it with me?” she whispered.
A nod. “I do, but can you feel it?” he insisted.
He could feel something. His sex organ swelled and throbbed against his hakama and he grabbed her hand, placing it palm down over its length. “Do you feel it now?” he growled softly.
She gasped, a rosy bloom starting from her nose quickly spreading to her cheeks. She looked down at what she held and then up at Ulquiorra’s face, unsure of whether or not this was actually happening.
“You are one of us, Inoue Orihime. Our hearts beat as one, do they not?” he demanded, backing her up slowly while she still held his turgid member.
“Ul… Ulquiorra, what—“
“This heart we share - it shall be inside of you. I ask again, are you afraid of me, Woman?”
The backs of her legs hit the edge of an object and she fell to a seated position onto it. “I— No,” she denied, although her tone of voice betrayed her.
“I will feel your heart then,” he muttered, reaching down to the collar of her cape and ripping it open so it fell apart at her sides, followed by the gown underneath until she was completely exposed to him.
“Ulquiorra, please,” she whimpered, the fear she denied creeping further into her voice while her traitorous body perked up in response to his eyes on her.
“I am a soldier of Lord Aizen’s army. You have sworn your allegiance to him, and by proxy to me. To whom does your body and soul belong, Woman?” He hissed.
“To Lord Aizen,” she repeated as tears came to her eyes. Tears of disappointment in herself, she noted; despite her fear, she felt heat rise in her body. The lust he spoke of was in her heart, too.
“Remove the remnants of your garments, Woman. You will prove your allegiance and submit to me,” he commanded as a blast was heard at the door.
As if the sound had shouted at her to hurry, she did just that.
“Lie back,” he murmured, taking in the sight of her nude form at this proximity. He removed his jacket and hakama and looked down at her, and then at his cock. The pale surface bulged with a pair of veins that streaked jagged pale blue lines down the sides of it to disappear under the barest whisper of pink at the flared base of the head.
Ignoring the sounds of stone crackling as the barrage continued, Ulquiorra put a knee onto the mattress where Orihime lay and once again picked up her hand, this time using it to encircle his length and pass over it slowly, up and down.
Orihime remained silent though her lips parted. She had never seen a penis before in real life, much less touched one. She felt a fluttering in her loins as her skin mapped out its hardness. She didn’t want this…
Did she?
She squinted her eyes almost shut, a torn expression in her face as she tried in vain to pull her hand away. “Ulquiorra, no,” she whispered.
It was to no avail. He did not release her hand, but walked on his knees further up the mattress. “Show me your tongue, Woman, if you wish to use it so much,” he muttered.
Fear mixed with arousal as his cock approached her face. She wanted to refuse, but found no fight in her body. “No,” she whispered again, but found herself submitting.
He watched her lips part and a soft tongue extend past them, and then straddled her neck, lowering slightly.
Orihime’s eyes widened as their conjoined hands maneuvered the head of his cock to the tip of her tongue. There was no noticeable scent or taste, only the sensation of a large dome of skin.
It was not altogether unpleasant, if she ignored her conflicting emotions. It was easier to do when his eyes dropped gently and a soft moan escaped his lips. She had never seen or heard anything as erotic in her life. Unbidden, her tongue slipped out further and slid against his skin.
An inhaled hiss made its way to her ears followed by a weak, “Do that again.”
A surprising sensation of power crept into her mind. Hand still on his cock, she slowly encouraged him closer until her lips could close around the crown of his sex, tongue lazily exploring the protrusion inside of her mouth.
Green eyes snapped open and found her dark brown ones staring up at him in sinfully innocent wonder. He stilled for a moment, then lowered his eyes to her lips.
Another crash at the walls seemed to spur him on as he pressed himself further into her mouth and began to rock his hips shallowly.
She whimpered through her nose in response, fear of the unknown causing her hand to grip his shaft more firmly. It only caused him to moan again and speed up his movements.
The squelching and popping sounds grew louder as saliva gathered around her lips. Ulquiorra watched with rapt attention, tension building in his loins. Losing patience, he let go of her hand and reached for the back of her head with both hands, then pulled her onto him as deep as he could.
Orihime squealed with a mouthful of cock, trying desperately not to gag. Pressure as he pushed against the roof of her mouth and against her jaw made her eyes water and she shrieked, which, to her horror, made more room for him.
When he realized he had reached past her uvula and could press no further, he growled in irritation and abruptly pulled out of her mouth and dismounted her shoulders.
“Get up, Woman,” he spat as she gasped for air and scuttled a bit to the side.
Her eyes, lips, and chin were soaked. She was grateful that it was over as she used the back of her hand to wipe her face dry, but also confused.
“I told you to get up, Woman!” Ulquiorra repeated louder, not waiting this time. He grabbed her by the hips and dragged her off the side of the mattress, then lifted her again and stood her up on it, leaving her pelvis at eye level. “I lust for everything about you,” he murmured more to himself than to her as his fingers splayed and pressed over her soft belly.
“What are you doing?” she whispered as she regained a sense of balance.
“Examining your womb,” he replied in his typical monotone. He looked up at her and raised his hands to her breasts, cupping one in each hand and toying with her nipples somewhat before giving each a firm squeeze. “You appear fertile.”
A shiver shot through Orihime and a hot thump knocked deep in her belly. Her eyes closed and her head tilted back somewhat as she silently allowed him to fondle her.
Her arousal did not escape his notice. Her scent beckoned him to taste her ripeness.
She felt his breath on her belly for only a moment before his lips were on her. Muted rumblings from his throat vibrated her flesh as he quickly rooted down through her soft brown curls until he reached the apex of her thighs.
Her legs trembled as he nudged them apart with his nose. As soon as there was clearance, his teeth sank into the squishy part of her inner thigh.
A loud squeak was his reward, and after a moment he released, leaving barely a mark before he looked up at her face briefly to watch her reaction as a hand cupped her sex.
Orihime’s brows tented and lips parted, a look of sweet torture on her face. She knew this was wrong, but she could not bring herself to resist. Butterflies erupted in her stomach as long fingers slowly sawed their way against the length of her slit.
The whisper of a smirk graced Ulquiorra’s lips as Orihime widened her stance on her own. He watched her expression tense and break as his fingers moved, enjoying the way her tits wobbled with each shuddering breath.
It wasn’t until her lower lips parted and glossed his hand in her essence that he looked down. In truth, he wasn’t sure how humans mated, at least in practice. He had no experience as a hollow or a human. He was a hollow, though; a creature of instinct. He followed it to the source of her arousal. The rich pink skin there called to him, and using his hands to clear his path, he brought his tongue to her and pressed inside.
Her body nearly collapsed at the sensation. It was searing hot and impossibly wet. Breathless bleats pushed past her lips, and as her legs slowly gave way, Ulquiorra assisted her onto her back.
With her legs no longer required to keep her standing, he was free to push them up and out of the way. The sight of her glistening sex staring back up at him was almost enough to make him lose himself, but he prevailed, this time letting his fingers press into her entrance while he lapped at the rest.
“Ulquiorra!” Orihime called out over the booms from outside, legs tensing at the intrusion. The pressure was intense, but she adjusted quicker than she expected, sighing at the unexpected pleasure.
Ulquiorra could do this all day, listening to her coo and squeak as her inner walls became plump and sensitive. He knew, however, that his barrier wouldn’t conceal their location forever.
When her legs began to quake, he lifted his face and withdrew his fingers.
“Are you done?” Orihime asked, panting. She didn’t know why she felt disappointed. She should be relieved. But her body had other ideas.
“Hardly,” he replied, climbing onto the mattress, pausing to draw her nipples into his mouth one at a time.
“Ulquiorra, we should stop,” she protested weakly.
“No,” he replied dully, using his hands to squeeze her breasts together momentarily.
“Please, Ulquiorra. That was enough,” she said, guilt starting to creep up on her.
“Are you afraid of me, Woman?” he asked again, against her skin as he trailed his mouth up to her neck.
“I’m not afraid,” she lied.
“Who does your body belong to?” he whispered just under her ear.
“To Lord Aizen,” she pouted.
“To him?” he purred as the ridge on the underside of his cock nestled against her folds. “Or to me?”
“Ulquiorra, I--”
He released her breast and brought a hand to her face. “I see, now. In this hand is a heart,” he whispered, pulling back to line himself up to her entrance.
His admission stole her voice, and her eyes widened.
Against her better judgment, so did her legs.
“To whom does your body and soul belong, Woman?” he asked again, lifting his face to stare into her eyes.
“To y--”
His voice was drowned out with a loud crack and a muffled, “Inoue!”
Orihime’s eyes darted to the side. “Kurosa--”
Her words were cut off with a scream as Ulquiorra thrust himself inside of her, wasting no time to begin a fast and hard rut.
“Ulquiorra!” she shrieked, grasping at his shoulders, trying in vain to push him off. The pain was as intense as it was brief.
He was unmoved. He continued to stare at her as he fucked her. “To whom does your body and soul belong, Woman?” he demanded in a stronger voice.
“Please, Ulquiorra, stop, please,” she cried, unsure if she was asking for him to stop what he was doing or stop the questioning that caused her such inner turmoil.
“I will not, Inoue Orihime. Can you not feel it? Your body and soul belong to me. Do you not feel how it calls for me? How our hearts beat as one?” he grunted as their bodies slapped together.
Her evil, traitorous body answered for her. She panted as pleasure fought with fear. Her core wept and tightened as she protested. She knew he would win. “No,” she denied impotently, one last time.
“Your heart makes you weak, Woman,” he replied breathlessly, ignoring the way the shinigami banged against the door from the hallway beyond, chasing his task to completion.
Those words gave her the resolve to find his eyes again. “It does not,” she cried.
“Because of the heart, I lust for you,” he breathed, feeling his body tense, trying to stave off the inevitable. “And you lust for me,” he added before pumping into her with renewed vigor.
She felt her walls collapse on him, and despite herself, she came undone, calling his name, clutching for his back, and wrapping her legs around his hips as she rode out the indescribable pleasure of her orgasm.
“INOUE!”
The barrier shattered. Ulquiorra moaned aloud as he began to cum, pressing deep inside of her, thrusting slightly as he filled her womb.
Her savior, Ichigo Kurosaki, saw it all. He stood still as a stone while the dust settled around him, listening to her wantonly pant and whimper as her pleasure slowly faded. He watched as the Espada’s cock strained inside of her, his testicles contracting and overflowing her with his semen, which leaked down her ass to the mattress below.