A/N: Wow! Its' been years since I really wrote or read any fanfic! I re-read this series and as many grammar errors there were I enjoyed writing Orihime as a bad ass who took heads. If someone disrespected her. Yet, she does have that bubbly side to her in this series. Anyways! The fifth chapter, (leaving as where I left off from the best of my ability) please review and tell me your thoughts!

Chapter Five

Lust

"Orihime, are you awake?" A voice echoes off of the walls, into my head.

"Y-yes, w-who", in a weak voice. My words felt empty and pointless. "You're weak, there has been a change in things Orihime. You attempted to take Nemu away from me. So I took everything that made you, you. That die hard spirit is gone now". Kurosaki's voice rumbles into my mind. "W-where am I?" Questioning the surroundings of random surgery tools, the need to escape fueled my anxiety.

"What's wrong? You see, since you chose to hurt Nemu, I have chosen to take something from you". He pauses while putting gloves on. Holding my breath, trying to maintain a calm appearance he snickers at me. "This will all end, Nemu will even go back to her kingdom if you willingly just, accept to bare my child Orihime". That menacing tone of his makes the room grow colder.

This could be for the best. What the hell have I done? Telling Rukia that I'm throwing myself captive to Ichigo in order to save the kingdom just ruined me completely. Rukia is dead, by now there is no way anyone can trust me. I'm no better than him myself, maybe being here meant, being in charge was no more. No more random war break outs, being woken up all the time. Having constant anxiety that everything in the kingdom was going to fall on top of me. What have I been doing all this time? Maybe the best thing is to just give away my pride, Rukia was so proud to see me put it down for the kingdom. Yet now, it's finished.

"What's wrong Orihime? Are you still going to fight me?" Sitting on the table next to my limp body a sigh leaves me. "I'll do it, but only if Nemu goes back and you remove any threats towards the Soul Society like promised!" Naturally he sits there, absorbing all of the information given to him. Quickly clapping his hands together Ichigo jumps off of the table and unbinds me. "Well done!" Instantly pulling me into a kiss he slips a tongue into my mouth. Kurosaki's hands roam me. The thin white cloth that barely covered anything was quickly stripped.

In that moment I couldn't help but push him away. "I want a signed contract. A blood one or else this goes nowhere!" In a demanding tone, he does what he does best and orders that any attacks towards the Soul Society is to be removed.

My list of requirements were quickly executed in minutes. "Now, that's all finished, shall we continue?" He asks. Awkwardly I walk behind him as we move to his bedroom. Fresh blue satin sheets with a matching comforter, beautiful marbled floor. In all honesty, sleeping with him isn't the first time. Yet, for some strange reason. The fact that we are doing this again is making my heart race.

Many years ago in the Soul Society

"Ichigo, baby, why don't you spend some time with me? I'll make it worth your while". A cheap woman presents herself to the young man. "No thanks, I prefer straighter teeth. Is what I would say, if you had any", he speeds off to the sounds of the schools bells going off. Walking in Ichigo see's the beautiful Orihime. She was the top of the class, but with her personality, it was questionable. She was the bright star who mastered all of the basic training, surpassing many teachers. Ichigo, didn't want to be in her shadow. He was in fear that being behind was a step away from being forgotten. With exceptional talents, they graduated early and were served to shadow Aizen. A king who ruled Hueco Mundo, he had taken interest in their skills, seeing as the Soul Society was a "winner takes all" battle for the crown. He had a secret agenda.

"Orihime, you're a true prodigy, don't let anyone take that away from you. Because of your kind heart, it will be taken advantage of" Aizen would often say to the developed woman before him. Ichigo and Orihime grown closer, always training against one another. Ichigo had a soft heart, confessing his true feelings to Orihime, she had accepted them. Aizen was unhappy with this move of Ichigo's and did his best to tear them apart. What was his goal?

"Ichigo, have you and Orihime been sexually active?" Aizen asks at the dinner table nonchalantly. The couple spit and cough on their food. "Why is this of concern?" Orihime lets out. "Well, I wanted to know how far this relationship has gotten before I have you both go on a mission alone". Their eyes sparkle at the idea that they'd be trusted to handle a mission given by Aizen. "What is it? What do we do?" Ichigo asks excitedly. "Well, there is this old village North of here, where people have been disappearing and returning a few days later but, when they return their family and friends notice that they hold no emotion. Just check it out and tell me what you see".

Present Day

"Orihime, I have awaited this day for so long". Ichigo's lips met mine in a wonderful dance. It felt like old times, as if nothing fucked up ever happened. Oh god, how I've missed this so much. My arms wrap around his neck and he picks me up.

We land on the bed, laying on top of me Kurosaki begins to unzip himself. Letting his cock out for air, feeling the need to grasp for it and place it into my mouth for I was so desperate for a taste of him. "Orihime, you don't have to do that". Looking up, his face is red, his panting is shallow. Pleasure is written all over his face. Ichigo is being nice to me for the first time in many years. Why has he changed his act? Has he always been this way, sweet to the core. How long has it been since we have changed into shells of a person. What happened to our innocent lives?

Bobbing up and down, tasting Kurosaki's shaft and precum. Between my thighs get hot, a flame lights that I cannot bare any longer. Pulling away, saliva keeps us connected. Ichigo is past the point of no return, he needs to be satisfied, as do I. Sitting on the bed, with my legs wide open. Giving him a warm welcome, he thrusts into me. My arms wrap around his neck as he wildly pushes into me. Neither of us can't get enough, his scent drives me crazy. Digging my nails into his back I can feel every inch of him. Thrusting into my pussy to the base, getting deeper and deeper. Stretching me out, we moan into one another. Sweat build and slips down our bodies as we collide.

"Kurosaki, please flip me over!" Begging him with small tears in my eyes, he grabs my hips and flips me. In this position feeling him his my cervix repeatedly, biting my lip from the intense shock, with my lip bleeding and this pleasure I can't think. Only loud groaning and moaning are filling the room. On the very brink, I loose all sensation. All the muscles in my body tighten and a strange liquid from my cunt elope from me.

With no pause, Ichigo continues to dig into me. My legs quiver, crumbling to the bed, ambitiously pushing my form onto its' side. "I can't get enough of you Orihime, my cock just wants more". Driving deeper, his seed fills me up. Yet, no stop has been committed with fucking me. Looking at Kurosaki, his eyes were black. Without my notice he had changed again. Into something unfathomable. I cannot take it anymore, I feel so weak, how can he keep going like this?

Another load has shot into my person. Ichigo faints on top of me.

"That was fun, I can't wait to do it again. I just need some rest first". He announces, we lay looking at one another, slipping out of me he flinches. "Lets take a shower together" with no reason to argue with that idea, I follow him into the bathroom. It was all white marble, a large bathtub filled a large amount of the room, a shower that was more of a rain storm was sitting in the corner. A toilet had its own room, a large painting filled the ceiling, a man and woman having missionary sex.

"I peed on your bed Ichigo". Embracing the truth never stabbed so painfully when expressed. "I've seen that before, that wasn't pee Inoue, come, lets wash before we soak". He grabs a hold of me but when walking it felt as if he was guiding me, not forcing me. Who is this man I haven't spoken to in so long. Is this all an illusion?

Applying soap to his hands he rubs it into my scalp. "Am I being too rough?" He inquires, "N-no, its' fine really", a calm aura fills the room. Still hesitant I endure keeping my back to him as Kurosaki rinses my hair and begins to wash my body from behind.

Finally mustering up the words I speak, "why are you so nice to me? Not that long ago, you wanted to see everything around me vanish. Especially the ones I love".

Before his reply, there is a long drawn out pause. "Inoue, remember the first mission Aizen entrusted us with to complete?" He mentions a memory of something I have done at all means to forget.

"After the horrors we'd seen, I returned to Aizen's lair where, peaking in from the hallway. I had seen you and him mating. Jealous I wanted nothing but revenge, angered by you, him, and the fucked up mess we were thrown in. All I wanted, was to be by your side. Seeing Aizen pleasure you tore me to shreds, so knowing I couldn't win a fight against the two of you I stole his magic book from his old office".

"That was you!" Furious by his truth my hands raised and he stood there not even attempting to block or defend from me. Taking the hit his form goes flying. The look he gives, tears my heart to shreds.