Okay so...I know I know...I am horrible for taking so long to update...please forgive me...I have had bad writers block and I have been busy on top of that so...
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-Recap-

'He can touch me through my dreams? Was Ulquiorra really there last night? Am I just raising my hopes up for nothing? Or will I have to track and kill a bastard for touching me.' You think as Syazel's words rack at your brain. You wanted it to be real. So badly. But, if it wasn't, not only would you be mad, you would become heart broken all over again. All you could do was hope for the best.

-End Recap-

-Story Start-

It is now a Friday in Hueco Mundo. Approximately a week since Syazel told you about your dreams possibly being reality. You have been slacking off from your work quite alot seeing as all you do is sit around with a blank expression. You had been doing research of your own in your time of slacking and you fear that is you get caught, Aizen will punish you. That is the last thing you wanted. All you did want was Ulquiorra. The man you loved and yearned for. But, sadly, you couldn't have him, at least not that you knew of. It had been a long day today and you figured that taking a bath would ease your mind a bit. You began to relieve yourself of your clothes and and ease down into the tub, the hot water automatically loosening your muscles. Soon after you got into the bath, you dozed off.

-Dream Number 2-

'I...I...Ulqui...orra...sama...hnn...' you moaned as you finally calmed down. Your brain not responding as your body glistens with newly formed sweat. 'We are nowhere near done Y/n. The fun has just began.' Ulquiorra says as he relieves himself of his jacket. The moonlight catching his pale, flawless skin perfectly, the dark black tattoo of a 4 resting on his right breast. (Sorry...couldn't think of what the male booby is called xD) He took his zanpakto and put it on the floor by his jacket, his hakuma coming off also leaving him in all of his naked glory. Your eyes went wide as you stared at his practically perfect body. You had only seen him for an instant when preparing his bath, but never like this. You looked him up and down several times before you hear a quiet and deep chuckle. 'How long do you plan on staring at me before you touch me Y/n?' he asks, his voice several tones deeper than ususl, it having a husky tone to it. You feel your cheeks heat up as you quickly nod your head and crawl to the edge of the bed, where your face net perfectly with his hip level, his emerald eyes staring straight at you, impatient hands moving to your head and pulling it forward, your lips soon pressed against the tip of his manhood. 'Hurry up Y/n...your lucky I'm being this patient with you.' he says. Your brain rambles for an answer on what to do, but again if by instinct, your lips part and allow his semi-hard manhood into your mouth, barely able to get your mouth around it as you grab a soft grip on his hips. Surprise filled you as your hands touched his hips. His skin extremely soft and silky. Seems like looks can judge actual feel...
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Anddddd cliffhanger! No more until the next chapter guys!!