Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Drawn to the Rhythm (The Easiest Thing ) ❯ Chapter 14 ( Chapter 14 )

Disclaimer

I don't own Bleach and I am not making any money off of it. Some other lucky bastard is!

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Author's Note(s)

 

OK so I wrote lemony substance rather than Orihime facing her fears, but for those of you who feel the story is dragging - my apologies, it's not a short story so I guess a bit a drag is bound to happen. Although I've no regrets, I decided I like what I've done to my main characters. I love them so much I'd shamelessly fuck all of them! Heh heh…. (IshiHime,TatChiz)

 

This chapter does move at a faster pace and the lemon is there for those of you disappointed that this is an M rated IshiHime fic without all that much M'iness. I hope it turned out ok.

 

The balance of nature/energy stuff is the theme for the whole story, so I also hope I was able to explain that stuff well enough too.

 

Anyway, as always, I hope you enjoy.

 

Thanks to Megame Kitty for acting as wonderful beta for most of this chapter. Beta changes were entered in 4-1-08, after the chapter was initially posted.

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Chapter Edit History

3-31-08 spelling, grammar, little stuff

4-1-08 made changes based on reader feedback, nothing to warrant a re-read of anything

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Chapter Summary

Uryuu has been receiving visits from the part of Orihime who resurrected Urahara from the dead. She comes bearing cryptic messages about energy and the balance of nature. Orihime likes to tease her Quincy, but she's a good girl and more than makes up for it. I guess it's lemony.

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CHAPTER14

 

 

There was really nothing to do but sit around and wait till Tatsuki returned with Orihime's stuff, so to help pass the time Uryuu just sat on the floor and rested against the wall, next to the front door. He unabashedly ogled at his girl from across the room as she cleaned up the kitchen.

 

 

Outwardly he was the perfect picture of composure, inside he was bubbling with impatience. `Grrr, why does she insist on cleaning the kitchen now!'

 

 

He spent his whole life as a loner, trying to excel at everything he did. Until this weekend, until Orihime, having fun and playing were just concepts, words in a dictionary that applied to other people but not to him. The bouncy princess buzzing about the kitchen was everything he'd been missing out on in life. She was his smile, his laughter, his fun, and his pleasure and yet she insisted upon cleaning the kitchen instead of playing with him. Well, that wasn't entirely true… she was still playing.

 

 

For the first time in his life he actually felt the need to pout. The desire was so strong he had to fight to make sure it didn't actually happen. `Hmph… only you Orihime!'

 

He shook his head. `She's a merciless tease!' He thought. `No one drops stuff that much on the kitchen floor and wags their ass in the air every time they bend over. I don't even think I own that many chopsticks.' With a goofy grin he mentally shrugged his shoulders. The Quincy boy was certain his wonderful girl loved being watched by him as much as he couldn't resist the temptation to watch her.

 

 

Uryuu wished he could say that he was only watching her so intently to satisfy his inner letch, but he couldn't. He was waiting for Orihime to be weird again. If it weren't for Orihime's brief and recurring lapses into her other state of awareness, which he was now dead certain was some hidden part of her mind that was much more in-touch with who she really was, he could at least pretend - for the time being - that nothing was wrong. He could pretend that he was just a boy and she was just a very energetic and sexually charged girl and every thing was perfect. Instead, he literally did not know what to expect from one minute to the next with her and he just decided to stay on-guard and be prepared for anything.

 

 

One moment she would be the sweet scared girl who was just happy to be in love and desired only to put her daily life back together the way it was before, this was the only side of her he understood. The next moment she might be the crazed sex goddess hell bent on making all of his most intimate fantasies come true in only 24 hours, this was wearing him out but he wouldn't trade it for anything. But the most notable was when she went weird. Better yet, this is when she lapsed into the part of her mind that protected her from the full wrath of Aizen's perversions. This weird girl was strange but at the same time she was still very much Orihime only much more in touch with sleeping deity locked away in her mind.

 

 

It was intimidating to actually be reminded that he was having an very personal relationship with someone who might merely sneeze and accidentally wipe an entire galaxy out of existence.

 

 

So, he continued sate his inner letch by ogling at his pretty girl while he waited patiently for her to lapse into the weird girl again. Though unpredictable, her lapses were becoming more and more frequent. It was only a matter of time before it happened again.

 

 

It was always the same. She would turn to him, this weirder version of Orihime, the very same one who brought Urahara back from the dead, and by her presence and stature alone she'd command his undivided attention. Her posture would straighten and her shoulders would pull back. For a few seconds, there was nothing childlike or silly about her. Always he watched as her expression turned stoic and those soft mirth filled eyes darkened with an ethereal awareness that had been mistaken by the others who had met her for a vacant void. Aside from the fact that she called him Ury-kun, he knew this was the same person, the one he preferred to call Orihime, the one whom he was meant to be with.

 

 

`Who in their right mind wouldn't tremble in the presence of a true god?' The first couple of times he was surprised by her presence and it was only after she'd left and his Orihime had remerged that he wondered if he should have been scared. But he was never scared. Confused, humbled, and a myriad of other emotions, but never scared - quite the opposite actually. This stranger side of Orihime was clearly much more in-tune with her true power. And even though he was certain this odd and powerful version of his girlfriend was still not the fully aware embodiment of the actual deity, he could feel her power and it was far beyond anything he could possibly imagine.

 

 

Surprisingly, there was some part of him that preferred her presence over the Orihime that he'd always known. When she appeared he could feel the energy in him stir wildly. It was almost as if he were a dog that had been waiting at the door all day for his master to come home. As soon as she appeared he felt that inner dog wildly thrash around inside of him, her presence filled with him an uncontrollable sense of happiness, excitement, contentment, and relief. She filled him with an absolute sense of belonging and an unrestrictive sense of benevolence and love.

 

 

When she came she always spoke slowly and clearly, like a patient adult trying to break through to the underdeveloped mind of a child. Despite the care she tried to take when talking to him, he didn't understand why her simple and commonly uttered phrases should matter so much. Most of what she said he could find in his school books or maybe even in a fortune cookie.

 

 

Since last night Orihime had lapsed over to her weirder more aware self six times. In total, he'd been in the presence of a knowing deity, or at least a part of Orihime who was a little more clued into the big picture, for less than 30 seconds. The visits never lasted long and just like before, Orihime didn't even seem to be aware of her lapses at all. Uryuu decided this state of oblivion was clearly intentional and he felt he should heed The Heart's choice to keep the consciousness of the vessel and the deity separate. If he had to guess, he'd also say that her visits only lasted a few seconds at a time so that his Orihime wouldn't sense or detect any missing gaps of time that she couldn't account for. In any case he thought Orihime was dead on last night! All of her conclusions about why she can't remember who she was seemed to be right.

 

 

Uryuu wasn't aware of the lapse Orihime had earlier that morning while talking with Tatsuki in the bathroom. … “Don't fear love Tatsuki-chan. Trust me, there's nothing more powerful. Take me for instance, I don't know what's wrong with me, but I know love will fix it. Love will save everyone.” Orihime's eyes glassed over briefly, “Ury-kun will save everyone.”…

 

 

His mind was blazing in thought while he continued to sit on the floor and watch the silly girl he would someday marry as she flamboyantly dropped chopstick after chopstick and sported one silly little pose after another. `She's not even trying to make it look like an accident.' He couldn't help but laugh and her intentional and very goofy efforts to tease him. It was working of course. `I swear she's determined to keep me in a constant state of arousal!.. But look how happy she is. She's having so much fun.'

 

 

As he watched her perform this silly private little show just for him, he idly pet himself in an effort to tame some of the pressure she was causing. It no longer embarrassed him to casually commit such a blatantly sexual act in front of her.

 

 

As hard as he tried though, he couldn't keep his mind off of the lessons Orihime gave him when she lapsed into her more cosmically aware state. `Lessons? Why lessons? Preparations maybe? Why is she telling me this stuff?' The more he thought about it the more her short appearances did actually seem like short school lectures that he was somehow supposed to benefit from. This only confused him more as he mulled over her words. All of them from each of the six times she'd appeared since last night…

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…“The sum balance of all of nature is the only thing that truly matters, Ury-kun.”

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…“Balance is achieved only through the principles that define the

Law of Opposites. One faction is no more or less important than

another. Excluding self-sustaining energy and myself, it is

impossible for anything to exist without its opposite also existing,

Ury-kun.”

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…“Never choose the balance of a portion of nature over the balance

of the whole of nature, Ury-kun.”

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…“There are only three self-sustaining sources of energy, all other

energy, including myself, will always remain fluid and constant

state of flux in order to maintain the balance of the whole,

Ury-kun.”

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…“Self sustaining energy is neutral energy. It will always remain

independent and in perfect balance regardless of all possible

variables, Ury-kun.”

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…“If the balance of nature fails, only those who are self-sustaining

will remain, Ury-kun.”

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He searched through the files of information in his head trying to recall the Law of Opposites. From what he could remember it was similar to what she said, nothing exists without its opposite. He also remembered that concepts are usually defined and understood only when weighed against their opposites.

 

 

Uryuu seldom actually enjoyed school, but he remembered one particular lesson that held his full attention. The sensei said, “in order to understand the definition of happiness it seems one must know sadness as well. Likewise one cannot know what joy pleasure can bring without first understanding pain. This Law of Opposites is the foundation of the balance of nature.”

 

 

What he didn't understand was the three-self sustaining sources of energy. `Neutral energy she called it.' The three things she said did not have an opposite and could exist independently of all else. He knew that The First, the one who had created the infinite array of universes and The Heart's that made up each of those universes, was one of those self-sustaining neutral sources of energy. But he had no idea what the other two sources were.

 

 

So no, he didn't fear her presence, but her strange appearances and lessons did make him think, she confused him, but worst of all she made him fear for Orihime's welfare. Though her unique presence filled him with a brief sense of rapture, the aftermath of Orihime's lapses always filled him with quite the opposite. In her proximity he felt much more in-tune with his own powers. As a result he saw things, strange and all-consuming massive amounts of energy, every where, within her and thrashing about her. He couldn't quite figure it out or explain any of it, but between those daunting visions of wild energy and feeling like he was being prepped for some phantom task he always felt a strong foreboding sense of terror in her wake, and each time it chilled him to his core.

 

 

He was so lost in thought he hadn't noticed that Orihime was finished cleaning the kitchen.

 

 

The girl was highly amused at her Quincy's current state. While she was pleased that she'd managed to tease him not only enough to get him hard, she was even more pleased that she'd teased him enough to get him to openly pet himself.

 

 

She waived her hand in front of his responselesss face. `He's a million miles away. What's he thinking about?' Orihime wanted to snap his attention back to her. She'd cleaned the kitchen now it was time to play! She would have let him finish his musings, but it was obvious he'd been patiently waiting for her to finish cleaning up. `Ury-kun wants to play too, I know he does!'

 

 

`Come play with me Ury-kun.' She bent down to cup his swollen bulge and watched his eyes snap back onto her the instant she touched him. A smile spread across his face his beautiful face. She giggled. `Yup, Ury-kun wants to play too.' Her mouth watered. Orihime felt like she could never get enough of him.

 

 

She liked teasing him, relentlessly challenging his `Mr.-goody-two shoes' resolve. She enjoyed making him hers but she really didn't want to be in control and since last night she just couldn't shake the feeling that there wasn't enough time to take things slowly. As much as she loved the gentle and sweet side of him that no one else would ever know about, she craved the unyielding fighting Quincy. She wanted the bad boy she met in the Sereitei, the sexy boy warrior whose cocky arrogance and demanding attitude had always secretly made her swoon despite her crush on Ichigo.

 

 

Orihime wanted to be used; she wanted to feel owned by the boy who loved her. Just by him and no one else. She craved his dominance and would willingly subject herself to his objectification. She knew that no matter how far she could convince him to take things, being with him would never be anything at all like Las Noches.

 

 

'It's not just for you Ury-kun, it's what I want too.' She sighed quietly to herself. `How can I make him understand?' She watched the lust build up in him. `Hm… unless we're already naked there's not much we can do like this.' She motioned for him to stand up while she continued to massage his growing hard-on through the loose fitting sweat pants she'd picked out for him to wear this morning.

 

 

Orihime took a step closer, she bit her bottom lip and looked up into his eyes. The air that filled the shallow space between them grew hot as she continued to fondle him. `He's always holding back. He always thinks he's going to make me feel some way I don't want to feel.' As she continued to chew on her lip a moment, she finally decided she needed him to get over his out dated ideas of `appropriate' sexual behavior and his very understandable fear of hurting her.

 

 

He sighed in disappointment when he felt her hand drop. “That felt good Orihime, why'd you stop?” When he looked down to meet her gaze he also saw lust, her desire, and something else. `What's going on in that pretty little head of hers? If she needs to talk about something, I need to go to the bathroom and take care of this.' He shook his head to clear the haziness. ` I can't think of anything except burrowing into her right now.'

 

 

“Orihime? Is everything ok? What's wrong?” He brushed away her bangs and played with the hair that hung loosely to frame her face. “We don't have to do it just because I'm hard." Smiling kindly he tried to lighten the mood. He meant it every word too; his needs would never come before hers. "I'm always hard when you're around.” As he watched the cloudiness in her eyes instantly dissipate, he almost felt as if he'd said something wrong. Instead of looking more at ease, she looked even uncharacteristically serious.

 

 

“Yes we do Ury-kun!” The stern resolve in her voice surprised them both. “I mean, I mean I want to.” An unsuspecting blush crossed her face. “I always want to take care of you Ury-kun, no matter what; I want to make you happy for as long as I can.”

 

 

The girl paused for a moment then decided to jump in head first. “I want you to make me happy too Ury-kun, but you won't listen to me when I tell you what I want… I already told you that you won't hurt me.” Brazenly she made her play. “Tell me what to do Ury-kun. I won't touch you till you tell me what you want.” A tiny scowl twisted on her face. “And don't be sweet about it either!”

 

 

He was taken back, on more than one account. “Huh…Orihime?” But, more than anything else it was her accusation that bothered him the most. `What does she mean I don't listen to her?' Uryuu thought back, it seemed that in one way or another Orihime had been making the same repeated request of him since the night they first kissed. He felt like he had let her down, and she was the one person he never wanted to let down or disappoint. `She's right.'

 

 

Orihime was determined kill the prudish ogre that controlled her undercover god as she stood firm and watched his stance waiver a bit as he dissected her words.

 

 

“You want me to be mean to you?” He surprised himself when he felt his cock harden a bit. The Quincy boy would never do anything to ever actually hurt his girl, but he could remember more than a dozen fantasies he'd had over the years where Orihime was less than a good little girl and he was anything but sweet.

 

 

Long ago he'd decided that those kinds of things, the bold and perverse thoughts that boys often indulged in, were strictly fantasies and could never be anything but. `Stuff like that doesn't really happen. Does it?... Can she really want that?' A chill ran down his spine. He felt creepy and dirty but aroused at the same time.

 

 

Orihime's lip curled up a little. “Not mean Ury-kun, never mean.” She smiled craftily. “But firm… very-very firm. And bossy, yes bossy is good too.” Her crafty smile turned outright lascivious. “And dirty. Yes, a very dirty Ury-kun!” She said emphatically.

 

 

He watched as she talked rapidly to his surprise, the faster she spoke the more she seemed to work herself up into some odd self-induced and aroused frenzy. `She's getting off on the idea of me controlling her and making her do things.' He couldn't deny his own arousal; it was starting to become painful the more he thought about it.

 

 

She was so excited, to the point that she felt herself getting wet. “Make me the same naughty girl you said you've been jacking off to for years. That's what I want.”

 

 

This whole conversation was driving him insane. The bulge in his pants started to throb but Orihime was dead set on not touching him unless he played along. `Argh! She won't touch me but apparently she can tease me.' He watched her suggestively run a finger over her lips and occasionally dip it into her waiting mouth. `Fine, she wants to play dirty, I can play dirty!' He swallowed hard as his false confidence waivered. `Uh, I'll try anyway.'

 

 

He placed his palms on her neck and leaned in to kiss her forehead. “Orihime…”

 

 

“Hn?” She gazed at him like as innocently as a clueless child, but in her head she was doing the happy little Orihime dance. `This is it. Ury-kun's gonna fuck me! I get to play with dirty Ury-kun!' She knew she would get what she wanted, eventually. It was cute watching him crack. `I want to play with dirty Ury-kun!' She giggled. “Heh heh, come play with me dirty Ury-kun.'

 

 

Uryuu held her gaze as his hands slid from her exposed neck to rest on her shoulders. “I really do love you.”

 

 

Orihime was disappointed. `that's not a dirty Ury-kun.' Nevertheless, the conviction in his voice and the ferocity of his aura took her breath away. “Ury-kun…” She went to step forward and wrap her arms around him, but he wouldn't let her move. She felt his hands clamp forcefully down on her shoulders causing her knees buckle under the brutish pressure.

 

 

He forced a decisive expression and a stern tone. “I've been waiting since we got out of the shower to take… to fuck you again Hime-chan. I'm tired of waiting.” He continued to press down on her shoulders until she collapsed onto her knees. He looked down on her startled expression. “Put my dick in your mouth Orihime.” A strange rush started to fill him, and suddenly his expression and tone weren't so forced anymore. “I've wanted to bury my cock in your mouth for years.” He spoke with growing resolve.

 

 

From the unique vantage point that being on her knees afforded her, Orihime looked with disbelief up into his eyes. `He just… did he just…?' There was a playful yet serious air about him that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand and her body tingle.

 

 

With a slightly furrowed brow he commanded. “Now Orihime. Stop being a… fucking little tease! Suck me till I come in your mouth.” He could see her aura flare lightly in excitement. `I've never been so hard in my life!' He admired how radiant she looked on her knees. `She's just for me!' Uryuu shifted one hand from her shoulder to the back of her head. “You know it's what you want too Orihime.”

 

 

His double meaning was not lost on her as he sought her final approval. The pleasurable warmth and slick moisture between her legs continued to build as she smiled demurely at him and shyly nodded her reply. This was exactly what she wanted.

 

 

Orihime licked her lips. Hungrily she reached out with one hand to briefly fondle and admire the full bulge that demanded her attention before pulling down his sweatpants and his trademark white Quincy boxers. She watched as his cock spring up and down once freed before coming to rest, fully upright and pressed against his t-shirt at his lower abdomen. Orihime's excitement grew at the sight of her Little Quincy weeping a constant stream of pre-cum in her honor. `He's bigger than he was last night.' Looking intently at his impressive, mean, one-eyed, and beautiful purple-headed monster she didn't think such a thing was possible. It caused a soft squeal of delight to escape her. The site of his impressively swollen cock was a sign. The strong reaction his body was having to this small bit of power play confirmed what she'd hoped would be true. 'Ury-kun likes telling me what to do!'

 

 

His eyes rolled in his head. `She has no idea what she does to me! If she keeps squealing like that I'm not going to last.' He closed his eyes and thought hard, it took all of his concentration not to unleash into the air. After a moment he grunted in annoyance, it seemed that even his thoughts conspired against him. `What if I do shoot up and it falls and drips all over Orihime's face?' That image was almost as potent as her cute little excited squeals. `Gah! If it's going to be this much torture I might as well just watch her.'

 

 

She reached out a finger to catch some of the endlessly spewing pre-cum. She enjoyed the way he tasted, and there was no sweeter smell than the heady scent of his arousal. She watched his cock twitch and dance about, eager for her attention. Her Little Quincy really did have a life of its own. While she sucked greedily on her Uryuu flavored finger she looked up into the sweet face of the boy who towered above her. `He's so beautiful… and yummy!'

 

 

'DAMNIT Orihime! She's oblivious!' No man, certainly no boy, was meant to be able to resist such a sight. Fully dressed or naked, he was certain his girlfriend didn't have a clue how remarkably sexy she really was.

 

 

Looking down, watching her, Uryuu felt it painful just to breathe. Just a few days ago he'd kissed a girl for the first time. Less than twenty-four hours ago he was still a virgin. He grit his teeth, and his face coiled. `How much can I take so soon?' Both of his heads felt like they were going to explode from the overload. He tried to take Orihime in stride but it was useless, she was both his omnipotence and his kryptonite. Trying to resist her was like trying to keep the sun from shining. Uryuu felt like a spoiled kid with a learners permit trying to drive a brand new Ferrari.

 

 

She heard him grunt loudly before she felt his two large hands grab the sides of her head and grasp tightly at her hair. She watched his face twist in frustration and carnal lust. `Ury-kun looks mad!' She knew he wasn't, that it was just a side of effect of the intense sensations that were beginning to sear through him, but she sucked in an involuntary breath anyway.

 

 

“NOW!” He growled. There was nothing forced about that demand.

 

 

Uryuu stared down on her with need filled eyes and an austere look on his face as he freed one hand from her hair and grabbed a hold of his cock, and placed it hostilely at the entrance of her mouth. In a short jerky motion he yanked her head forward and pushed the ridge of his purple head past her delicious looking lips. “Damnit Orihime, finish it!”

 

 

Orihime's balance waivered causing her to fall forward a bit. She wrapped her hands around his thighs to steady herself.

 

 

Though his need for release was no less than it was a moment ago, he suddenly became aware that he may have crossed a line in his amateurish lack of control. `I forced myself into her!' He felt a sharp pang of shame and disgust. Yet, at the same time, he noticed that her face was locked in a tensely strained expression and she had clamped her knees tightly together.

 

 

`I know that look.' He felt the vibrations of her soft whining reverberate against his sensitive and swollen head. He couldn't hold back the moan that escaped him as a wonderful little tremor raced through his body.

 

 

“Orihime, did you just cum?” It seemed like a stupid thing to say.

 

 

`There's no way she could have.' He watched his girlfriend closely as she steadfastly held the tip of his cock securely between her lips and nodded an undeniable “yes”. At that same moment, he felt her lips slide down his shaft and a very eager tongue start to pet his slit and lap circles around his girth.

 

 

`Ury-kun…' The look on his face was fierce. She was mesmerized. `Ury-kun's the sexiest boy ever!'

 

 

Orihime was certain that if she wasn't already on her knees then she would have fallen to them the moment he forced himself into her. When he callously and greedily demanded that she service him she couldn't help herself, she'd never been so turned on in her life. There was no build-up, just an explosion. Her undercover god made her cum, fully clothed and completely untouched. She had the perfect plan to thank him.

 

 

Orihime's mouth trailed slowly down then back up his shaft, sucking lightly, and savoring the silky feeling of his smooth and hairless cock as it slid between her lips. It involuntarily twitched and throbbed in its own excitement, silently pleading with her to continue. With a languid tongue, she carefully bathed and lubricated her favorite toy in a mixture of her saliva and the ample supply of pre-cum that continually dripped from his slit. Every intake of breath left her basking in the clean soapy smell that lingered from their morning shower and mixed intoxicatingly with the uniquely musky scent of his manhood. `Ury-kun…'

 

 

The muscles in his abdomen clenched on each upstroke at the sensation of her small hand wrapping around the base of his dick, squeezing and pumping slowly in tandem with her warm tongue sliding along the sensitive ridge on the underside of his shaft, from base to tip. A moan escaped his chest at the exquisite feel of her tongue lapping at his head in long, unbroken, and even stroke. Her lips encased the mushroom shaped end in an air tight seal and applied incremental amounts of bliss inducing suction.

 

 

“Orihime…” He panted.

 

 

Partially spurred by her own excitement, Orihime's hand clenched tighter around him. Zealously, she pumped harder and nuzzled his length against the side of her face as she began to suck hungrily on his sack, taking each ball into her mouth and rolling it around gently. The more he twitched and throbbed in her busy hand the greater her desire to have him back in her mouth.

 

 

Shifting from one side of his sack to the other she drenched two of the fingers on her free hand with the natural lubricant in her mouth. With feather light touches she traced back along the sensitive flesh that connected his anus to the base of his penis, just like she had the very first time he let her touch him. `Ury-kun wasn't ready last time I touched him here.' She was certain he was ready now as she happily sealed her lips back around his rod.

 

 

Orihime smiled to herself as he slid back into her, she loved how he felt. She loved what she could do to his body. She loved how he reacted to her. She didn't think she'd ever tire of the sensation of beautiful cock expanding while lodged inside of her.

 

 

Thoughts in his head blurred. There was nothing sweet about the way she was touching him. Her touch was intended to illicit pure carnal pleasure and nothing else. The world stood still when her hands fondled him, and all but disappeared whenever he was buried inside of her. The warm wet feeling of her mouth encasing him as she rode his length and sucked ferociously felt so similar to the euphoria of being nestled deep inside the warm wet cavern of her pussy.

 

 

He felt her tongue explore the texture of his cock, the rise of its veins, the curves of its head and the deep ridge at its base. Her tongue explored every last inch of whatever it touched. It reminded him of his own tongue's thorough exploit of her the first night he kissed her mouth and the first time he delved into her pussy. He had no idea it would feel so good to have her return the favor.

 

 

The instant her mouth coiled back around his dick and found a comfortable rhythm to harmonize the pumping motion of her hand and the bobbing of her head, his hands reclaimed their aggressive lock onto the sides of her head to fortify her mouth's path. Instinctively he felt his hips sync to meet her tempo. Even amidst the ecstasy that filled him, the feather light touches of her gentle fondling of the sensitive stretch of skin between his legs sent a shiver down his spine.

 

 

His breathing, the rocking of his hips, his pleasure filled moans, and his vise like grasp on her head told her he was ready. Careful not to disrupt her rhythm, Orihime tilted her bobbing head to watch him as she slid one finger smoothly up his anal passage and pressed against his prostate. She watched him initially wince at the alien intrusion but as she pressed against and massaged his highly erogenous sweet spot his mouth shifted from tightly clenched to pleasurably gaping. The force of his thrusts into her welcoming mouth increased.

 

 

In preparation for his eventual climax she fastened several fingers in a secure grip around the base of his magnificent and fully engorged cock while she continued to increase the squeeze of her grip and the speed of her rhythm. Orihime slide another finger inside and vigorously finger fucked him, taunting the sensitive nerve endings of his prostate. She was pleased when she felt his hips begin to shift and rotate to force her fingers in further.

 

 

Uryuu felt his balls tighten, and cock continued to swell. His face stretched deceitfully into an expression of unfathomable pain as his body stiffened and arched back. The powerful sensations of an earth shattering orgasm began to rush through him.

 

 

Immediately his hips ratcheted forcefully as he tried repeatedly to thrust himself mercilessly into his girlfriend's sucking mouth while pulling her head toward him, in a desperate need to impale himself into her. Orihime relaxed her muscles and let him guide her head to keep pace with his thrusts as he fucked her mouth with. The fingers she'd fastened securely at his base guaranteed that he wouldn't actually hurt her or push himself through the back of her throat while he lost control.

 

 

His release consumed him wholly, forcing his neck to drop all the way back causing his head to slam forcefully into the wall. All five of his senses failed him. Pleasure was all he knew. He grunted something deep and primal before a long continuous roar erupted from his chest. Orihime thought he looked like some mythical Greek demi-god swearing ferociously and passionately up at the gods of Olympus.

 

 

Stream after stream exploded from him and gushed into her waiting mouth. She was so happy to bring him so much pleasure; his release filled her with a sense of pride in her ability to do this for him. She wanted to smile but she couldn't. His spewing cum filled her mouth completely - stream after endless stream and seep out of her mouth. Instead she swallowed as much as she could as it came.

 

 

Everything was still an uncontrollable whirling haze as Uryuu's muscles went limp causing him to fall back and lean against the wall. His chin dropped to his chest while he watched his sexy Hime-chan fill her belly with his still jetting streams of hot cum.

 

 

He felt his cock start to soften in her mouth, and as the last bit of seed poured from him he found the energy to pull her off of his nearly flaccid member before his legs gave out and his butt hit the floor.

 

 

Orihime smiled adoringly at her spent and exhausted boy. While he basked in his afterglow she cleaned the sweat from his face and brushed his bangs behind his ears before leaving soft butterfly kisses on his shaft and a chaste kiss at the tip of his head.

 

 

When Uryuu began to regain his faculties he found his Hime-chan straddling him, sweetly covering every last inch of his cotton clad chest, salty neck, and flushed face with even more soft butterfly kisses. `I love you Orihime.' His body felt weak, but his heart felt light and full, safe in her arms. He didn't want to talk, he just wanted her as close to him as possible. So he wrapped his arms around her and held her tight.

 

 

Their serenity was short lived as an obnoxiously loud knock at the front door jostled them both rudely out of their intimate moment.

 

 

Orihime was comfortable and had no intention of moving.

 

 

A budding urge to kill whoever had the audacity to disturb him and his resting Hime-chan began to brew as Uryuu gathered just enough energy to reach his arm up and pull the door open wide enough to peek out front.

 

 

Tatsuki, Chizuru, and Renji were pleased with themselves. They'd managed to pack most of the little annoying things along with all of her clothes and personal effects in just a couple of hours. They were still waiting for someone to show up with a moving truck, but they thought they'd drop off a few boxes in the meantime.

 

 

Renji pounded crassly on the front door.

 

 

“This isn't a zoo and you aren't a smelly crap flinging baboon. Do you really have to pound on the door that hard Renji?” Tatsuki chided.

 

 

He grunted like a primate and mumbled under his breath something that sounded like bankai and Zabimaru and monkeys fucking the yuri right outta her. Both girls just giggled until the door seemed to crack open by itself. There was no one standing behind it.

 

 

Three sets of confused eyes dropped forward just long enough to see something that looked like Ishida Uryuu peeking through the bottom of the door before they distinctly heard him say, “Go away!” Then rudely slammed the door shut.

 

 

A relaxed Orihime mumbled into his neck. “Who is it Ury-kun? I still want cookies.”

 

 

The sound of Orihime's dulcet voice made him want to do nothing but cuddle her and take a nap. “No one important. Sorry Hime-chan, no cookies.” He said while rubbing her back.

 

 

“Ury-kun!" Her hidden face donned the pout she'd hoped his ears could hear.

 

 

He sighed, “Tatsu…uh, my sister, a trained monkey, and a lesbian.” He felt Orihime silently laugh against him. It was just enough to break the sour expression that Renji's boisterous interruption had caused.

 

 

Orihime's head perked up. “You're silly Ury-kun. So, Tatsuki-chan, Chizuru-chan, and Renji-kun are here?” She'd never heard him joke around like that before. She was even more surprised at the effort he was making to accept Tatsuki. She had a feeling that'd he'd secretly always longed for a sibling, like most single children do. She knew he'd never admit it though.

 

 

Orihime watched him nod a sleepy “yes”. She just couldn't contain herself, the urge bubbled up and she squealed again, loudly… “Ury-kun's so cute!!” She planted a fat giddy smack of a kiss on his lips before she poked her head out of the front door.

 

 

“Gomen Tatsuki-chan. I just need to get Ury-kun's pants back on. We won't be long.” She disappeared behind the door as quickly as she appeared.

 

 

Again, the trio had the door abruptly shut right in their faces. But at least this time it was a lot more entertaining. Three sets of eyebrows rose as they each tried to explain why Ishida's pants needed to be pulled up and why the couple seemed to be on the living room floor.

 

 

It would certainly help pass the waiting time.

 

 

Turns out they didn't need to wait long. The relaxing serenity Uryuu was trying so desperately to maintain flew right out the door along with her public announcement that he was pant-less.

 

 

He knew better than to correct her. He never did when she committed social faux pas like the ones she seemed to a a lot these days, even though they all seemed to be obliviously executed at his expense. If he brought it up Orihime would only feel bad about embarrassing him and he just knew this little quirk in her personality was something that would never go away, even if Orihime did try to become more aware. Besides, it was one of those things that made Orihime special, a part of her innocent and endearing charm.

 

 

“Hime-chan!!” He roared light heartedly while sporting an impressive crimson blush as he scooped her up into his arms and stood up. “Thank you Hime-chan! That was incredible. I never knew anything could feel so wonderful.” He nuzzled at her neck while setting her to her feet. “If that's what I get for ordering you around like a slutty subservient little sex kitten, then you can bet it'll happen a lot more often!” He grinned wickedly at her to seal his promise.

 

 

Orihime felt weak in the knees again.

 

 

He stood naked from the waist down with his boxers and sweat pants still pooled around his ankles. “Now pull my pants back up so we can deal with them.” He really didn't want to, but it couldn't be helped.

 

 

Orihime was a happy girl, he made her that way. She couldn't resist dropping one more kiss on the tip of his now-semi flaccid penis while she re-dressed him. Her eyes bulged out a little, surprised at his stunning recovery rate. `Ready to go so soon, after all of that!' She rubbed her full belly. `Geez, Mr. Sex Pistol's definitely unstoppable!'

 

 

“Ok Hime-chan, Renji and Chizuru are here. Who do you want to see first?”

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END OF CHAPTER, not the end of the story

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