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Victory
The headiness of the reiatsu coursing through his veins gave him a rush, one that he hadn’t felt in a very long time. It had been so long since any circumstance required he use even half of his power, that the feelings coursing through his bloodstream were like a drug. His normally careful emotional control slipped further as his Hollow instinct began to overcome his reason. He felt rage, frustration and several other forgotten emotions run through him. For the first time in decades his temper snapped as he screamed at the creature he fought against.
The thing he faced seemed devoid of all sanity. An illogical monster operating on instinct alone. Its very existence infuriated him. The intensity of that anger continued to build until all what was left of his icy façade finally shattered into a million fragments.
He gave up on any attempt at striking the thing strategically or manoeuvring for a better shot at his opponent. Rather, he let his own savagery dictate his blows, raining strikes down upon the other with nothing more than his claws and howls of fury, cries that the creature returned with its own fierce intensity.
Their reiatsu clashed violently as each struggled for dominance, not only for the right to live, in as much as creatures such as themselves could claim to be ‘alive,’ but also for control over the ‘prize’ they were fighting over in the first place.
The annoying creature finally fell before him with a howl of anguish and a large spray of blood as his claws managed to pierce through the things’ chest. Despite the fact the battle was now over, his pulse continued to pound heavily as his heart raced, his mind still reeling from the turmoil of battle, until his gaze snapped over to the spot where the prize they had been fighting over huddled.
Victory was his, and as such his hollow nature demanded he take the spoils as his rightful reward. Not to consume, for he was not that far gone, but to Claim as his own, to possess as he saw fit.
Below him came a gasp, a wheezing sound and his cold green eyes looked down. The creature at his feet was still alive, a situation that he would shortly rectify. Flexing his bloodied claws, he prepared to end its miserable life. Unfortunately, he had not reckoned with the will of the prize itself. 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 hoarse as she cried out, begging him to stay his hand.
His anger was resurrected at the disrespect she was showing to the rightful Victor. He had won the fight; thus, it was logical that he would Claim what he had won. Her thoughts should be on him, not the soon-to-be-dead thing lying beneath his claws. She froze in terror when he intercepted her before she could help her comrade. Unshed tears threatened to spill down her face.
“Please let me help him,” she begged.
“No,” he snarled. “You are mine, now.”
Her eyes widened in shock at both the tone of his voice and his proclamation. He took a step forward, causing her to take one step back. He continued to advance while she retreated until her back hit one of the destroyed chunks of roof, effectively stopping her and cutting off any means of escape.
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 latched onto her neck, mindful his horns didn’t harm her fragile skin. Her body shook with fright as he suckled on her neck, enjoying the taste of the fear in her sweat.
“What are you doing?” she asked this in a voice no louder than a whisper. “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 ignored her. She went still as he picked her up and then let loose a startled shriek as he launched into a sonido, taking her away from the battlefield and his fallen opponent.
This is the proper way, Ulquiorra thought, as he made for his domain; it was the only place he felt was truly secure enough to conduct a Claim.
Her next sound was a surprised gasp as he dropped her onto her back into the middle of his bed. The girl stared up at him as he started to crawl over her body, hands out reaching to pull at the white hakama 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. Like a mouse transfixed by a predator’s stare she remained stunned and without any more resistance he managed to strip her of her shredded dress and the hakama she wore beneath it.
“What are you going to do?” Orihime asked in a trembling voice, regaining enough of her wits to form the question.
He ignored it and continued to remove her stockings and shoes. She flinched a little beneath his touch but with their eyes locked it was as if a mythical basilisk had paralyzed her with its gaze.
“Please stop,” she whispered when he finally looked down, staring at the body now revealed to him.
The arrancar’s green eyes shot back up to meet her own.
“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 go wide.
“But Aizen…” she began to protest, before Ulquiorra’s next words abruptly cut her off.
“He has no further need for you. Your entire purpose was to lure the fools here and weaken their defence force,” he snapped, irritated with what he considered a pointless conversation. “Your usefulness to Aizen-sama is over and his plan has succeeded.”
She opened her mouth to speak again, but he silenced her with a flare of his reiatsu. She remained frozen beneath him as he started to wrap his reiatsu around her. He spread her legs with his claws and looked up at her as she stared back in shock.
“What are you…?” she began to say, but his next actions silenced her.
Not breaking eye contact, he flicked his tongue out to taste her, causing her to jerk in surprise and try to pull away. Ulquiorra wrapped his arms around her legs, holding and keeping them firmly apart. His tongue darted out again, earning another whimper from her. He held her hips still when she attempted to struggle 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. Orihime started to squirm as he continued, letting out a gasp when he sucked her nub in and flicked it with his tongue.
“Stop, please!” she managed to pant out. “Please stop! This is wrong! I don’t want this! What are you doing?!” she demanded.
Her hands gave up trying to force his head away and instead clutched the blankets around her fruitlessly as she thrashed under him. Her breathing became heavier the longer he assaulted her with his tongue and the sweat on her body glistened in the moonlight shining through the window.
When he felt he had prepared her enough to prevent any damage from what he was about to do, he stopped torturing her. Ulquiorra licked his lips and moved up her body once more, making sure the girl’s eyes never strayed from his.
Her eyes widened, but her mouth remained blissfully silent. Instead, Orihime’s hands left her sides to try to cover her breasts in a futile show of modesty. He almost found the gesture humorous and he corrected her action by pinning both of her hands above her head with only one of his. That action seemed to break the trance he’d imposed on her and once again she started to struggle against him, begging him to stop through broken sobs.
Her actions forced him to use his reiatsu to overpower her, earning a startled gasp from her that only helped strengthen his growing erection. Ulquiorra ground his body against hers, which earned him another whimper. His feathered fur bristled in anticipation.
“Submit,” he whispered into her ear.
“I don’t want this,” she protested weakly, voice hitching, tears threatening to spill once more. “Please stop. Don’t do this. Please,” she begged.
One tear did manage to escape and Ulquiorra caught it with his tongue, rolling the salty taste around and groaning in pleasure. He wrapped his reiatsu more tightly around her, and she gasped as she fell still beneath him, the energy enveloping her like a heavy blanket.
“The Victory is mine. It is my right to Claim you...,” he whispered in her ear. “…unless, of course, you desire death? Is that what you wish?”
She shook her head, unable to speak as her body trembled terrified beneath him.
“Then I Claim my right as Victor,” the Espada growled before suddenly flipping her over onto her stomach and pulling her hips up hard against him.
Orihime had not expected him to move her so suddenly, nor forcefully and Ulquiorra took the distraction to drive his shaft into her, breaking through her virgin wall in a single, merciless thrust.
Orihime cried out beautifully as his reiatsu and his body invaded her simultaneously. His reiatsu circled her own, chaining it as his physical body began to move within her. With each stroke, he sent another push of his reiatsu throughout her body, earning a sound from her that seemed a mixture of pain, loss and guilty pleasure. It was a beautiful song made up of her little cries with each thrust of his hips, the sound of their bodies slapping together and the beat of his wings as he used them to balance himself. Somehow, Orihime managed to get one hand free and caught a section of his lashing tail, grasping it with her fist as if it were some sort of lifeline.
Orihime’s passage was almost painfully tight, as expected of a virgin. He had not considered that she would be one, despite the fact it should have been obvious. The feeling of her walls clenching him nearly drove what little control he retained out the window.
His eyes caught sight of something glittering among the blanket folds and he realized the girl’s hairpins had fallen out at some point. Ulquiorra moved them both to one side so they would not risk damaging them. Had he been truly coherent and thinking rationally, he might have pondered the reasons behind such an action.
Ulquiorra paused briefly in his thrusts to brush her long hair to one side, baring her neck before continuing. Tears of shame fell silently down her face and he licked a trail up her cheek to catch them, enjoying their salty taste. He loved the taste of her skin and his mouth latched onto her neck, suckling.
Her cries eventually ceased at each thrust and turned into moans, whether of pain or pleasure he couldn’t tell. Not that he truly cared. The hand that clutched his tail strangled it, but he hardly noticed.
One of his hands wrapped under her and began to massage 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 beneath him 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, Ulquiorra sank his fangs into her neck. His body convulsed as he did so, reaching completion and shooting his cum into her body. He started drinking her blood, merged now with his own reiatsu as he came within Orihime, dragging some of her own reiatsu along with it to finish the binding. She wailed as he did so, the sound a mixture of ecstasy and despair as the release of the built reiatsu and grinding finally forced an orgasm upon her, throwing her over the edge. Ulquiorra drank it all in:
The sound of her cries as her walls clamped around him and drained him dry.
The beads of the sweat on her skin.
The feel of their joined bodies
The taste of her reiatsu mixed with his own and spiced with her blood.
The long-forgotten thrill a well-earned Victory achieved.