Amber and Brunette

"You are mine now, my dear." Aizen informed her.

The amber beauty was completely wasted. Her orange hair was scattered over the enormous bed, and her body dripped in sweat, red marks, and arousal. His divine nectar continued to gush out of her core.

She didn't have the strength to respond, but in labored breathing, she smiled.

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(Aizen x Orihime) Eight Hours Prior...

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The upcoming soul king made his way back to Hueco Mundo. Sensing Inoue's reishi, he teleports himself and the young woman to his personal chambers before she could sense his presence, albeit it's not like she could sense him anyways at this point, with him being in a superior dimension of power.

The unexpected teleportation cause Orihime to yelp as she fell on her knees. Looking up, she was staring at a large master bed, along with ambient light with a window to display the night sky glittered with moonlight. Around the room, there was priceless furniture, jewels, and a door to the bathroom that had so much attention to detail and accessories that it would give the most expensive spas and restrooms in the world of the living a run for their money. For someone who lived in a small apartment for most of her life, this was extremely an environmental shock.

Unbeknownst to the amber hair young woman, another man was in the room watching her - the same man who defeated her would be lover, the man who was behind the scenes of all of the destruction of the soul society, the man who now holds the power to rule over all of the realms once and for all...

...the man who will have his way with this woman.

"A fascinating sight, wouldn't you agree my dear?"

Inoue's heat skipped a beat, she knew that voice. His voice sent a cold chill down her body. She turned to face where the voice came from in both fear and surprise. I couldn't sense his energy, how long has he been standing...then her thoughts cut themselves off when examining Aizen's body up close. His silk brunette hair was now shoulder length, and his white suit showed off his masculine physique. His face was undeniably stunning, as she knew this first hand from not too many days ago when his lips were brushing against her ear to tell her that he will return to see her. Although the biggest features that made the orange haired beauty stop thinking properly was his eyes. Before his eyes were simply brown, but they now coated with many other colors overlapping them, like hazel eyes. His gaze pierced right into her, as if to ignite a fire inside of her that'd blaze uncontrollably. For one reason to another, Orihime was slowly becoming aroused...

Her cheeks turned cherry as she remembered that Aizen asked her a direct question that has been unanswered for a couple of moments.

"I-It's exquisite," replied the galvanized woman.

Exquisite...such a fine word to use. Thought the upcoming soul king to himself. He grinned as he angelically approached her.

"Here. Come with me," as he offered his hand.

Trying as much as possible to not show the eagerness that her body was telling her, she took his hand at a relatively normal speed. Aizen chuckled to himself, sensing her growing desires for him, it's that same growing desire in himself that he wishes to for fill before he resigns himself to omnipotence. His faint chuckles and holding his hand only made Orihime more erotic. When she began to stand up, her body felt light as if she was on the moon. Her muscles were so relaxed, and now all she could think about was what would he do with her, or rather what she wanted Aizen to do with her.

"Thank you," she spoke softly, never letting go of his hand even when she was on her feet.

Ignoring her growing and undeniably arousal for now, Aizen cupped one of Orihime's cheeks with his free hand. Orihime gasped as lightly as she could. His hand felt so smooth against her face that it be a crime to feel this good.

"Let me show you something..."

With that, Aizen's eyes shimmered. The amber damsel felt the air whoosh around her, blurring her view and causing her to squint.

When her view became clear again, she notice that they were once again teleported. The sunset gave the sky multiple colors, ranging from crimson, to emerald, and gold. Supposedly she loss her sandals, allowing her to feel the smooth grass beneath her feet. Her dress, which was still torn from earlier days, blew in the wind along with her silk hair (conveniently the dress self-hygienes Inoue without her needing to do anything).

They were in a garden, the same garden that Aizen was in when he entered his subconsciousness. This time it was real.

Orihime looked around, not trying to hide her amazement at all, what is this place?

Looking at piercing light in the sky, he explained, "This is an island. You cannot see the shore from here, but it was created not too long ago by the power that I now possess."

She turned to look at him, stunned.

"Y-You mean you made this?"

"Indeed." He responded with a smile. She remembered what it felt like to stare at him for too long as her cheeks reminded her of that, causing her to focus her gauze at something, anything else around her.

His hands finally feel free from her body, internally causing her to internally whimper. Stop being so sensitive! Her mind protested to her emotions.

Walking forward, he went on his reasoning, "I brought you here to show you that under my ruling as the soul king, this land will be yours."

The innocent young woman couldn't believe her ears and eyes. "All of this...is... for me?"

"That's correct."

She tried to process the overwhelming joy that she felt, everything was here! The land, the sea, the fruit, the animals who innately respected her as the ruler, the scenery, it had it all. Orihime had to asked however,

"Why are you giving this to me?"

Turning back to her, he looked at her passionately. The weight of his eyes was felt by her six sense, and she subsequently turned to face him.

"Because you now serve a special role. Having the space of own your own land will help you serve your role the way you are expected too. Just as you pledged your allegiance to me not too many days ago, you will evolve just like myself."

That word struck her mind, "...e-evolve?"

He nodded, "Yes my dear, evolve into you are destined to become..." her heart was racing, every fiber in her body was pumping to hear her fate.

"...a goddess."

Nothing had ever felt more mind-numbing then the words that were just spoken to her.

"I told you once that the power you hold rivals those of divine deities, and when I embed you with my own power, you will become transcended as I have, albeit not as powerful as myself. Your mind, body, and spirit will become one with me."

As if it was the will of the universe tugging at her molecules and cells, her mouth began to tremble as she began to smile every so slightly. She put a hand on her slightly exposed chest. All her life, she has been struggling to find her purpose, her goal. Now... she couldn't feel more sure of it upon hearing those words. It is as if this was the day that she found out why she came into existence, and why she was chosen by Aizen, the successor to the soul king himself.

"And if that is not enough...Orihime Inoue," he approached her. Upon contact with her shoulder, he immediately teleported them back to his master bedroom.

"Above all else..." he continued as he wrapped his free hand around her slim waist. The hand on her shoulder move to her chin. Orihime's body immediately aroused again upon his direct physical contact. She could melt under his presence, and his flesh caused electricity to course through her veins. Her breathing hitched. His eyes dimmed from his own growing desire of erotic fidelity. In a seductive tone, he finished his eloquent speech.

"...I want you."

With that, he proceeded to firmly push his lips against hers.

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Orihime's eyes shot completely open. In the back of her mind, she was, in fact, experiencing her first kiss. It was a delicious taste, for both parties. To Orihime, Aizen tasted like a rare fruit that hasn't been discovered by humans. To Aizen, the sweet flavor of her mouth tasted delectable. Orihime's mind started to go blank, and her body began to respond to the most amazing feeling that she has had in her life so far. She slowly placed her hands against his partially exposed chest, finally closing her eyes.

Aizen responded by pushing his tongue at the entrance of her mouth. Going with her instincts, she opened her mouth, allowing the rising soul king's tongue to explore the insides of her mouth. His tongue wrestled with hers, and the amber beauty began to put up a weak fight. Be as it may, this pleasured Aizen, causing him to moan. More of his itching desire to ravish her body ignited as he began to roughly slide both of hands around her waist, just barely above her rear cheeks, and pushed her entire body back towards the king size bed.

Once Orihime made contact with the bed, her mind reminded her of all of her lonely nights laying in bed. Everyday, she would think of one day being with Ichigo...

...Ichigo!

Her eyes snapped back open and muffled under the continuously advancement of her soon-to-be ruler. Feeling this, Aizen begrudgingly pulled away from her delicious mouth. His adrenaline and sexual arousal was just getting started. Getting a chance to breathe and separate from his lips, Orihime cried out,

"Aizen wait-please!"

Not letting go of her hips, Aizen allowed her to speak, slightly irritated by her change of pace.

"That will not happen again. What is it woman?" Responding with a darker tone and glare.

Orihime's face was still flustered and her breathing was still labored. The heat and delectable taste from Aizen remained upon her lips. It was intoxicating. Nonetheless, the blazing student continued,

"...it's just that...I haven't had time to think about this properly. W-what about my life, my friends, and what about-"

"-You have thought about this properly." Aizen cut her off.

"You thought about this, every since you pledged your allegiance to me, every since you left your hometown, every since you left your friends..." Aizen's face darken even further that silently spoke of no compassion. The future divine ruler of the realms knew exactly what she was going to say before he cut her off. He opened his mouth once again to speak as if he was spitting acid out of his mouth.

"...every since you left Ichigo Kurosaki."

She knew better to speak of his name in front of him, but hearing that caused the Orihime to grow teary. Aizen noted this, and coldly responded.

"Why would you shed tears for him?"

The young woman didn't know what to say. Slowly but surely, Orihime began to rethink her past days, rethink her emotions, rethink EVERYTHING in her life up until point. She has been moving in so many directions that her mind can't keep up. This would not continue, as the ruler of the royal palace continued his own questions to her.

"Well, ask yourself these questions: What is it that you desire so badly? Love from him? Does he know that you love him? Are you even sure that your feelings are reciprocated? How do you know that he has found his own love in someone else?"

That last question struck her heart, her legs somewhat became limp, as she wanted to collapse, curl up, and ball her eyes out. Aizen held her more firmly for support, having no tolerance for such behavior in his personal chambers. There's no turning back. Not anymore. All she can do is face what's in front of her.

"Your silence speaks for you Orihime, but since you're still battling against your emotions, allow me to enlighten you once again..."

Aizen's eyes shimmered and allowed Orihime to see visions of Ichigo's past experiences with women.

She saw Ichigo's interactions with Yoruichi Shihouin, and how his body reacted to witnessing her exposed body in front of him twice. She witness the time when Rangiku basically seduce him into staying in his room, the same room that she use to dream of sleeping with him in her time alone. Envy and embarrassment flooded Orihime's body. She remembered how frantically she tried to heal her orange haired classmate after Ulquirroa blew a whole in his chest and then how easily he regenerated on his own and shoved her aside in his Vastor Lorde form. He doesn't need me...Orihime began to tell herself. She spectated Ichigo's face close up when he witnessed Nelliel's true form, not to mention the elegance she had towards the substitute soul reaper. Going back to her own memories, she vividly saw again how Ichigo reacted to Rukia's capture - even before, his instant willingness to follow her everywhere and to do whatever she tells him to do, and his focus to rescue her no matter what. In fact, that was one of the reasons why Orihime convinced herself to seek Aizen in the first place. Inoue's insecurities drowned her thinking process, Just what am I to Ichigo?! What separates me from all of the other woman that he has encountered or will encounter in his life? She asked herself. To put the final nails in the coffin, Sosuke forced her mind to watch various scenarios in her head of Ichigo sleeping and making love with individual women that Orihime saw as a threat to her romance: her former classmates, her best friend Tatsuki, the short and sweet woman being Rukia, the beautiful green haired espada being Nelliel, the busty and confident Rangiku, and even Yoruichi. Each and every vision, She saw and heard how his kiss them, smiled at them, touched them, suck them, tasted them, and watch them perform explicit sex with each other as they finishing themselves off by releasing in unison. These sessions would last for many minutes, even hours as she could not stop herself from visualizing them. She...she even saw Ichigo have children with Rukia, happily married, and her no where to be found...

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That was it.

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Orihime cried out in despair and agony. She tried to block out the noise of hearing her would be lover's voice cry out to another woman's name as he made love to her. The sound of this truly broke the bodacious damsel. Satisfied with how the enlightenment was taken, Aizen returned her to the current moment. Although, sadness seemed to suit her. She was far more distinguished and alluring when she was distraught. Of course, something pure and innocent was always more beautiful when it was broken. Tainted. Destroyed.

"You see my dear..." he said with temporal concern in his voice, intending to exploit her emotional breakdown. Small tears escaped her brown eyes despite most of them being from her subconscious enlightenment. She was covering in light sweat, tears, and labored breathing that still dripped wet from her scandalous make out session with the man who stormed the royal palace and came out alive. Orihime was truly a hot mess. The former high school student's body was still filled with nerve racking arousal, and she was for Aizen's taking.

"Unlike this boy, I know what it takes to be number one, what it takes to be a winner, what it takes to capture a woman's heart...what it takes...to be a lover..." Allowing his hands to roam free on her body, and then back to her slim waist, he drew centimeters away from the amber beauty's lips. She was completely in a state of inebriate. To get what he wanted, the man who settled his eyes on for filling all of his primitive desires used the words that many woman would die to hear from someone like Aizen.

"...let me love you, Orihime."

That was enough.

When Aizen pressed against her lips once more, Inoue immediately pressed back against his. There was no more shame, no more judgement, and no more interruptions. Their tongues clashed with each other as both parties open their mouths. Orihime moaned at the obvious domination of Aizen's tongue. The former high school student leaned into Aizen's body, as Aizen held her delectable waist even harder, inviting her to make the next move. With no words to be said, Orihime jumped up and wrapped her legs around her divine ruler, letting her moans become loader as it filled the room. Aizen moved his hands to her plump rear cheeks, position her towards his bed and put her down roughly. Orihime yelped at her body being pretty much thrown to the bed. Speaking of the bed, Inoue felt that she could sink right through it, as it brushed against some of her exposed skin. She glanced at Aizen, who was covered in light sweat, and had the most intensive and seductive look in his eyes. It only caused her arousal to increase. Aizen looked all over her body, and took in how much he was going to enjoy ravishing her body to the ends of the worlds.

"Please Aizen..." she managed to say through her painting.

She spread her legs, revealing just how torn her clothes have become over the past few days. It expose some of her slim waist revealing her undergarments. But most of all, there were two details that made Aizen's erection pulse in anticipation: Her undergarments were wet, soaking from her own arousal, and on top of that the moment she spread her legs the scent of her inner walls filled Aizen's nostrils. She didn't care about her hometown anymore, or how her friends were doing, or even if Kurosaki was alive at this point. She was over being Ichigo's damsel in distress, or receiver of his sexual immaturity. The man standing before has finally given what her mind and body longed for, and so much more. With him, she could be a goddess, his goddess. Orihime's half lidded eyes gazed into her master's. Matching his seductive voice, she finished her request.

"...take me."

Aizen grinned and licked his lips. He then proceeded to tower over her and kiss her passionately, before moving down to her neck and brushing against her collarbone. Inoue screamed in pleasure mixed with the pain as his mouth devour her skin and flesh, leaving red marks around them. She moved her legs around his waist, brushing against his enormous erection. Aizen moaned at her slim thigh's touch causing him to become more aggressive with his acts.

He rose his upper body, and ripped off her white dress. Orihime didn't even try to stop him. At this point she wouldn't want it any other way. Aizen ripped her clothes across the entire bed until all that remain were her white bra and undergarments. He was in complete view of her luscious curves and skin.

"Gorgeous body..." Aizen noted out loud.

Orihime smiled brightly. For the first time in her life, she was extremely proud of her body by hearing Aizen's words of approval. Her former female classmate were always jealous of Inoue. She grabbed the attention and attraction of both boys and girls. They would be consumed with bitterness and jealousy if they saw Orihime being tendered to a man like Aizen. Using his own bear hands, Sosuke ripped off his shirt and lower half of his white suit, with only his toned jet black underpants. His full abs and toned muscles were out for her display. Orihime jerked up and gawked at his budging erection that could be seen through his underpants. Without her realizing it, her mouth began to water.

"oh...god..." Inoue murmured, making Aizen smirk.

Aizen took her ahold of her wrist and gently dragged her hands down his whole chest. Never had she imagined that her first experience would be so...provocative. Girls at her school would dream for an experience like this - a man with majestic features that has power and possessions that no one will ever have. Orihime felt shivers down her spines as her hands grazed down his majestic physique. Aizen loved the feel of her soft and smooth hands. He leaned down to roughly and passionately close the gap between their lips again, slightly catching the amber beauty off guard. She gasped as he forced his way back into her mouth, wrestling with her tongue. He moved lower on her neck to feel her soft skin and hair that was close by it. He sniffed her scent, as if to try to drug himself. His deep breathes and the constant planting of his tongue on her neck made Orihime's body vibrate all around.

"...Ai...z...en," she managed to say as she saw stars.

Now, let's have some fun. Aizen told himself as he rose to let go of her wrists and ripped away her bra and undergarments, revealing her whole body for his pleasure. He will be the first and only man to see Orihime fully exposed and aroused. Her hardened breast were pulsing for his taking. Aizen could now fully take in her scent as he looked down as her juice leaked out of her exposed womanhood. I'll get use to this.

Aizen placed his hands on her exposed breast and grasped them both with his hands. Inoue arced her head back as her hold body jerked up upon him massaging her lemons. This wasn't the first time someone touch her large breasts, but even Chizuru never got this intimate before Tatsuki shoved her off Orihime. Replacing his hands, he lowered his head and began to suck away at the beauty's plump lemons below him. Labored breathing and moans turned into full throat screams of Orihime calling Aizen's name as he set out to mark her as his. Taking his time alternating between the two, he pinched, grabbed, and bit her nipples. He sucked her breast so hard that milk began to secrete from them, allowing Aizen to taste more of his rising amber goddess' juices.

Sitting up, he was proud to see the woman before him trying to calm her insane breathing from his playtime. She'll know who she belongs through mind, body, and spirit before this night is over. With one deep breathe, Aizen removed his underpants, exposing his erection to the former student.

Saliva escaped Orhime mouth as she finally saw Aizen's manhood in full detail. His manhood occasionally jerked upwards, ready to be tendered and cared to by the beauty before it. Seeing that made Aizen smirk. He then grabbed all of her orange hair into a perfect pony tail with one fist, pulling her face up to his.

"Get on your knees woman," Aizen ordered.

With her heart pounding and with a smile across her face, Orihime slowly repositioned herself on the ground as Aizen rose to his feet onto the carpet, never letting go of her hair. Now on her knees, she put her head down to his bulging membrane pulsing in front of her. When she felt the extreme heat and saw his secreting essence leak out, her cheeks turned crimson.

"Well then," Aizen said snapping her to look up at his eyes filled with eagerness.

"time to show me what that mouth is good for."

Looking back down, Orihime recalled how Aizen ravished her breasts, and decided to copy his procedures. She remembered back when she heard about her former classmates giving her male classmates oral sex in the bathroom. One time she accidentally walked in the female restrooms to see a pair of teenagers in the act. Girls hated her for grabbing all of the attention. Many boys would ask her to be there girlfriend, but she always politely declines them. She always had her mind on one boy, but no longer. Her new man was towering above her, and she was determined to please him till the ends of the earths. Placing her hands on his thighs, she kiss the top of his membrane, and began to repeat all around his complete erection, adding licks to the budging veins.

Aizen groaned in pleasure, encouraging Inoue that she was performing nicely. Most boys at Orihime's former school would do almost anything to have the amber beauty pleasure their erection. Without needing to be ordered, Orihime began to properly use her mouth. She engulfed her entire mouth around his enormous manhood. His body unintentionally jerked upon the sensation, causing her gag reflex to kick in. Aizen liked that sound coming from her, as he looked down as she continued to use her mouth and tongue to stroke his erection. Fortunately for him she knew to not use her teeth. The sounds of slurping and popping filled the room.

"Look at me, my dear," Aizen commanded in a husky voice.

Without stopping her movements, she looked up with half lidded eyes at the man towering above her.

"Spit on it"

Obediently, the young woman took a moment to gather her spit and to splash it all over Aizen's erection, mixing it with his leaking essence. His body jerked at the intense sensation, but the slightly experience damsel was ready for it this time. She purred in replace of her gag, making Aizen lick his lips, signifying that she was putting on a hell of a performance for him. He followed up with the next command.

"Slurp it all up"

Letting a second pass to gather her breath, Orihime sucked his master's manhood clean of saliva and divine residue. Their eye contact, combined with the view of her cleaning up her sloppy mess began to push Aizen over the edge.

"That's it...good...girl...!"

That was the first time Aizen addressed Orihime as girl, signifying how primitive he's become in the moment. Orihime felt so proud of herself that Aizen complemented her. However, her heart pounded as she heard him call her girl for the first time. It felt like he could fill all of her guilty desires as a former high school student.

Adding fuel to the fire, Aizen uses his fist connected to her hair to bob her head faster along his shaft.

He was getting close.

"There you go...just...a...little...more!"

Aizen furiously bobbed her head along his shaft. Having no rest in between as well as not being able to keep up with the rhythm, Orihime began to gag. Her eyes became bloodshot as they released tears from the lack of oxygen. With a final roar, Aizen took both of his hands and shoved her mouth to engulf his entire membrane.

Orihime shut her eyes and pressed back on his thighs for dear life as he shot a load of his divine essence into her. Even though it wasn't her ideal way of receiving his first load, she moaned from tasting all of the heavenly juices of her rising soul king. Releasing her mouth half way but not entire off of his manhood, he allowed her to breath a bit. For Orihime to breath properly in this position, she needed to consume all of Aizen's essence that was still in her mouth, with some of it already being shot down directly to her stomach.

After a few dozen seconds of the amber beauty drinking all of Aizen's essence, he quickly release her mouth out of his manhood. This made a combination of a gasp and pop sound that he was intending for her to make. He kept his fist on her hair as he forced her to look at him. The sight would never leave his mind. Sweat, tears, swollen eyes, and two strings of his own residue ran down her perky lips. She was painting hard, trying to catch her breathing from that brutal experience.

"You...did...well, my dear," Aizen stated as he also took his time to gather himself.

From all of the pain and pleasure that she was experiencing, Orihime smiled widely and somewhat giggled of relief hearing that she pleased her dominator. Inoue's throat became a bit sore. Her face was red. Debatably...small tears of joy streamed down her face from pleasing the man that she submitted to.

Once her laboring settled, Aizen helped her up. He proceeded to then pick up bridle style before putting her softly on the bed, contrast to before. Her body glowed in the moonlight. Aizen examined her body condition. He took a finger and wiped the stream of essence that escaped from her mouth, and raised it above her lips.

"Finish it"

She joyfully followed his command as she opened her mouth and suck his finger dry of his essence, still tasting as amazing as before. There is a very important reason why Aizen wanted her to finish his essence, and it was not just to get off on her drinking the fruits of his manhood. Now it was his turn, as he lowered his entire body.

"This is my reward for you, my precious jewel. Enjoy"

On that note, he began to drop kisses on her stomach until he reached all the way down to her lower entrance. Shooting a cocky grin, he began to eat her womanhood wildly just as she did to his member moments prior.

Audible muffles came from Orihime's mouth as she tried to keep her composure of Aizen having his way with her. The young beauty's body twitched and jerked from the foreign signals going through her delegate body. This felt like paradise to her, as Aizen could just tell that she has never even touched herself before. Orihime occasionally attempted to before, but she always felt ashamed and naughty that she was giving herself self-pleasure. Her experiences never came to fruition as she didn't have something or someone to properly place in her thoughts to ignite an orgasm. She gripped the bed sheets until her knuckles turned white. Every time he moaned he caused her body to vibrate uncontrollably. Aizen placed both of his hands on her breast, massaging them as he continued to feast at her entrance. She instinctively moved her hands to his that were blindly exploring her lemons, closing her eyes in the process. This is too good...Inoue's mind told her. His tongue swirled around her entrance and swollen inner walls, tasting the leaking juices of inside of her. A couple of minutes passed and Aizen notice that she wasn't making too much noise. He looked up to see her face buried in one of the nearby pillows. How adorable, but you can't hide your guilty pleasure from me my dear.

"Orihime," Aizen called out.

The amber woman revealed her aroused faced and looked directly at the man giving her oral heaven.

"Y-Yes?" She managed. He was grinning widely at her.

"Watch closely, and don't you ever forget this sight."

Aizen continued while maintaining eye contact. Orihime was not ready to see this image. She gawked and left her mouth open. Aizen licked deeper into her womanhood while moaning into it. He spit inside of her and then slurped it all back up just like he commanded her to do for him. Inoue could have sworn she felt her heartbeat in her inner walls. Inoue's mouth quivered. Aizen kept going until he hit her G-spot. That pushed Orihime over the edge.

"AIZEN!"

Her thighs crushed his head as hard she could as her upper body arched back as she screamed at the top of her lungs. Immediately, her vaginal walls contracted and released a fountain of her love juice into Aizen's mouth. Anticipating it, he consumed every last ounce of her love juice, making similar slurping sounds and pops that she made for him. It took three entire minutes for Orihime's body to settle down at reasonable levels. Never again will she have to attempt to touch herself. Aizen rose his body and gently rubbed his thumb against her swollen entrance, causing her her whole body to twitch from the touch.

"From this moment on, this is mine. Is that understood, woman?"

"Y-Yes Aizen," she purred.

"Good," making the ruler smirk.

He rose his body up more and grabbed her ankles and violently pulled her closer to him. Inoue yelped at his lightning movement. "Now it's time, my dear."

He held his manhood and teasingly rubbed it against her virgin entrance. Orihime's heart raced as she stared at his manhood, she knew it would give her hellish pain and heavenly pleasure if he entered his divine sword inside of her.

"Tell me, woman," Aizen spoke, creating a moment where they shared eye contact. Her hair was a beautiful mess, mainly because of Aizen but nonetheless beautiful. He closed in and pressed his lips against hers, causing her to moan in pleasure at their spontaneous affection. He paused on his own, giving her a chance to breath while a string of saliva connected their lips together.

"What is it that you want?"

She thought back to her enlightenment, how much she despised another woman pleasing the so called love of her life, unable to speak of his name anymore as well. She now has a chance at real pleasure, real power...and at real pride. Speaking from her heart, she verbally responded.

"I want you to have all of me, Lord Aizen, to mate with me, to take me..."

Orihime continued by placing her hands around his majestic back, wrapping her thick legs around his waist. Internally, she choose to focus on the heavenly pleasure that would come afterwards from the hellish pain.

"Make me yours forever."

After another moment passed, Aizen entered his divine membrane inside of her. He groaned at the heat and tightness as her vaginal walls closed around his manhood. He stopped at her hymen. Then after pulling his erection out of her slightly, he thrusted completely inside her, breaking her hymen and taking her virginity.

Orihime immediately closed her eyes and cried out in pain. It was the most painful thing that she felt in her life. Aizen took that moment to steal a cocky grin at her face. No man will ever be able to see her as I do now, or be able to claim her as her own. Aizen told himself. Pulling out slightly, feeling her broken tissues wrap around his bulging sword, he began to thrust repeatedly into her creating a rhythm.

Slowly but surely, Orihime was right. The hellish pain that she felt when he first entered her did not compare to the heavenly pleasure that was growing inside of her. Never has she felt so complete, so wanted, so needed...

"Is this what you want, woman?! Tell me! Say it!" Aizen demanded as he began to pound her flesh away with unforgiving force. Every thrust made Orihime more submissive to him.

"Ye-Yes! This is what I want, please don't stop!" The amber beauty said as she looked at eyes that hungered for her. In minutes, Aizen made Inoue release her next orgasm, never taking himself out of her and no time for her to recover. Orihime felt lost in exotic pleasure, wondering if her mind would be able to take it. Aizen made sure she was awake and attentive for every second, not cheapening his own carnal pleasure. He ravished her body all night, never pulling out once. The rising ruler made her orgasm so many times he lost count, leaving the master bed stained with their fluids consisting of her vaginal juices, Aizen's leaking essence and their flavorful scents.

After hours of continuous pounding, Orihime was moaning, groaning, and crying out his name in pleasure over and over again. The sounds of wet flesh flapping against each other echoed throughout Aizen's personal chambers. Finally satisfied, the angelic being was ready to permanently mark her as his. Roughly ordering her, he spoke.

"Beg me Orihime, beg me to make you my goddess!"

Even with a sore throat, she screamed so loud that her voiced echoed across the entire kingdom of Hueco Mundo.

"Y-YES! YES! MAKE ME YOU GODDESSES!"

Her final orgasm of the night pour all over Aizen's membrane. In response, he roared and unloaded a fountain of his divine essence directly into the core of her being. Her stomach slightly rose at the filling of his essence.

Many minutes passed until Aizen slowly pull out of her. Satisfyingly, he saw his remaining fountain gush out of her core, causing Inoue's body to jerk uncontrollably. Her stomach rose down. I'm looking forward to see that stomach rise again. Aizen thought to himself. Smirking, he knew damn well that she was going to mother one of his demigods from the actions of tonight.

The amber beauty was completely wasted. Her orange hair was scattered over the enormous bed, and her body dripped in sweat, red marks, and arousal. His divine nectar continued to gush out of her core.

"You are mine now, my dear." Aizen informed her.

She didn't have the strength to respond, but in labored breathing, she smiled. He picked up her body and tucked her in the massive bed. Laying on his back, he turned her body sideways and wrapped one of her elegant thighs around his waist, slightly brushing his semi-erected membrane. He then place her head along one of his biceps, while Orihime instinctively placed her opposite hand on his chest. A normal man would be irritated by this position, but such issue does not exist for me. Their bodies began to cool down as the moonlight shined on them.

Placing his free hand on her chest, Aizen made one last order to her.

"Sleep, my rising goddess."

In only a dozens of seconds, Orihime was sound asleep. He implanted in her psyche to dream about him and his ruling. This will keep her asleep for a couple of days so she could rest and so he could get to other matters. You'll be a fine personal sex slave for me one day. The rising deity decided to have some fun on that thought before he too enter his slumber. His free hand moved from her chest down to her rear cheek. He gave it a rough squeeze and a violent slap, knowing it wouldn't wake her up with the way she is now. He then moved that same hand to her rear entrance, fingering it as her anus continued to automatically pushed it out. Completely humored and satisfied for the night, he looked at the moon, Aizen chuckled to himself.

This is only the beginning, he said to himself.