AN: Hey guys! As many people know from my old account, I've been rewriting my most well known fic "Just A Mission" for awhile due to not being happy with my writing the first time around (I was new to the series and writing in general, not a good combination). I abandoned this rewrite back in late 2014, but here's hoping that I can finish it since my UlquiHime love has been rekindled.

Characters and series belong to Tite Kubo. Characters aged to be 18+.

The first few chapters aren't my best but given they're two years old and I don't feel like rewriting again I just hope you all enjoy it regardless

Nervous, the young redheaded girl sat quietly on the couch, imagining a clock's ticking in her head. Why her? Why did she have to go through this? She had already been torn away from her home, her freedom, her friends, and now...now she was being forced into an unwanted pregnancy. When Aizen-sama had informed her that she and Ulquiorra were required to bear a child, in the hopes he or she will inherit both regeneration and rejection, she felt her entire world crumble even more than it already was. She was too young for this. It didnt matter that she wouldn't have to raise it, she was far too young to go through a pregnancy and bear a child. She was too young for the emotional turmoil. Sighing, she leaned her head against the arm of the couch, laying across the seat as she stared out the window at the moon. Whether she liked it or not, Ulquiorra was on his way to complete their mission. Even more worries racked her heart. What if he was brutal? What if he hated this assignment and would make a point to show that to her? What if he wasn't a virgin as well? What if...what if he already had hundreds of children from attempts to create another being who could regenerate?

All of these thoughts scared Orihime, and she could feel tears leaking out of her eyes. She wiped them away, letting out a soft sob. She needed to think..positive. As positive as she could. Maybe he would be gentle. Maybe he would take pity on her. Maybe, just maybe, he had never had any interaction with a female before. Of course, none of them seemed likely, so she let out another sob, wiping away a tear.

"Why are you crying?"

That voice! She snapped up and looked at him, startled by his sudden presence.

"Ah! You scared me! How long were you there?"

"A few seconds. Quit fretting. I shall ask again. What is the reason behind your tears?"

"I...I just..."

"You just what? Were you merely hoping somehow we weren't ordered to create a child for Aizen-sama's use?"

"I-"

"I'm sorry to inform you, onna, but you have no choice in the matter, nor do I. What we want bears no importance. Are you prepared?"

"Um..." She frantically tried to wipe off any remaining moisture from her eyes. "Y-Yes... Just let me-"

"I shall return in five minutes. You have until then to fully prepare yourself." He spun on his heel and walked out without another word. As emotionless and stoic as always.

She finished wiping her tears and kicked her shoes off, leaning back on the couch. She stared at the moon, mentally bracing herself for what was to come. She figured she may as well warm her body up, as she had doubts Ulquiorra would waste time preparing her. She stood and removed her clothes as quickly as possible, leaving her underwear, before laying back down, moving a hand into her undergarments to rub at the bundle of nerves located there. Her body responded immediately, small tingles of pleasure shooting through her body and her inner folds growing wet. She went on for about a minute before drawing her hand away. Surely Ulquiorra would be returning within a minute or less, and the last thing she wanted was to be caught rub-

"What was it you were doing with your hand, onna?"

Orihime jumped in surprise. That was the second time he snuck in on her, was he going to make it into a habit? She blushed intensely at being caught, keeping her eyes shut tightly and not daring to face him.

"Ah! Nothing!"

"You had your hand between your legs, and you appeared to be rubbing something. What was it you were doing?"

"Um..."

"Show me what it was you were doing, onna."

She gaped at him, taken aback by his request. It was only then she saw that he had returned topless.

"But..."

"Do it. Now." His voice was firm, no negotiation. He was ordering her.

She squeezed her eyes shut, pulling her panties off and sitting up slowly. She refused to meet his gaze as she spread her legs so he could see.

"Repeat your earlier actions. I do not understand what it was you were doing."

She let out a whimper as she reached one finger down to rub at the nub, wincing as miserable pleasure shot through her.

"And that is enjoyable to you?" She nodded quickly, keeping her eyes shut. "Why do you refuse to look at me?"

"B-because...it's embarrassing..."

"How? I would've seen it regardless, but I do wonder what the point of this is. Please enlighten me."

"P-point of what?...preparing my body through...through touching myself?"

"Yes. Why is it necessary? Or...were you merely being greedy and succumbing to your animal-like needs?"

"That's not it at all! A...a woman has to be...aroused...as well..."

"Explain to me why that is."

"If...if she isn't...it's supposed to be really painful... And it helps things go smoothly..."

"...very well. I applaud your efforts to prepare yourself. Are you fully prepared now?"

"I suppose so..."

"You are uncertain."

"I-I'm fine!" She laid back on the couch, not daring to look at him, hoping he'd just lay over her and finish the mission. After a few seconds he slowly approached her, sitting on the couch at her feet. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, and she felt as though she could see just a tiny glimmer of...empathy, as though he pitied her. After a few seconds he removed his hands from his pockets and removed his remaining clothes, freeing his member, causing Orihime to frantically look away before focusing on his face . He looked unsure, as though he didnt know what to do. He studied her closely, and it was proving very embarrassing for the human girl. Before she could say anything the Espada reached towards her and laid a hand on her abdomen. For an emotionless statue, he looked very unsure and confused. His mask of indifference remained the same, but his eyes... The way they narrowed. He had to be confused.

"Would you like me to better prepare you?"

"Wha-! I-if you feel it necessary..."

Without warning he pressed a finger to the nub at the top of her womanhood, very lightly rubbing it. She immediately tensed up, and Ulquiorra looked back up at her face.

"I thought you said this was enjoyable. Why do you tense up when I touch you there?"

"B-because...it's embarrassing...I've never been touched there except by myself..."

"I see. Shall I stop? Is your body fully prepared?"

The girl simply hid her face in her hands, too mortified to respond to his question for a couple seconds.

"I don't care... Just get it over with...please..."

Ulquiorra simply stared at her in bewilderment. He didnt understand her embarrassment. If this was natural and necessary why did it bother her? He had never lain with a woman before, so perhaps he was failing to prepare her correctly. But..what was this pain he felt in his chest? Why did he feel the desire to comfort her? Was he feeling sorry for this girl? Brushing the thought away he brought his thumb to that nub he had previously rubbed, noticing it had swelled slightly as he lightly ran his thumb over it again.

"You are swollen here. Is it painful?"

"N-no...that's normal..."

Without responding he pressed harder on it, moving his thumb back and forth over it, taking note of how she squirmed but not in a pained way. Keeping his thumb working over that swell, he brought two fingers down to where she was growing wet, experimenting by lightly rubbing the outside. She blushed harder and turned her head, her legs quivering for a second.

"There is fluid leaking out of you. I'm assuming that is normal."

"Y-yes..."

With that he pushed his fingers through her folds, not yet entering her, his fingers already covered in her fluids. He tentatively rubbed around the opening, feeling his own anatomy twitch slightly when she let out a gasp. How strange.

He continued rubbing her for a good minute or two before daring to slightly insert the tip of a finger into the opening. She moaned lightly arcing her back, so he took that as a sign it was pleasurable. After a few moments his entire hand had become covered in her fluids, and he wondered if she was ready now. He turned his emerald gaze to her face.

"Was that enough preparation?"

If she hadn't been nervous before, she certainly was now. Those four words made her heart drop, her chest feeling tight as nervousness racked through her once again. But she couldn't deny her body was stimulated enough, so she nodded slowly. He removed his hand from her, only staring at her face afterwards. "You are worried. Of what?"

"J-just...this is my first time...could...could you maybe...be gentle?..." She was met with silence, and she began to worry she had upset him. After a few seconds he finally spoke.

"That is what is worrying you?" A small nod in response. "This is my first time as well, onna. You need not fret over something so small. I would have been gentle without your asking."

He laid over her then, positioning his member at her opening. He could see her tense up as he did so, knowing it'd just be harder on them both if she was nervous. He looked at her lips, remembering his studies on human behaviour. Kissing was supposedly calming in tense situations unless done without permission. Having never kissed before, he was curious on how it could be comforting. He lightly ran his clean thumb over her bottom lip, drawing her attention.

"May I?"

She knew what he was asking, and simply nodded. Afterall, he was already getting her virginity, he may as well take her first kiss along with it. He tilted her chin up gently, and she closed her eyes. A few seconds later she felt his lips touch hers gingerly, as if unsure. Was this his first kiss as well?

He pressed his lips more firmly to hers then, when he felt no resistance. After a couple seconds she returned the kiss shyly, but her body seemed to calm ever so slightly. He continued kissing her, hoping to calm her more. He removed his fluid covered hand from himself and rubbed that swollen nub that seemed to bring her the most pleasure. She gasped against his lips, but didnt pull away or tense up. She relaxed a fair amount, so he pressed his body closer against hers, pinning her to the couch. He was physically aching to just take her, much to his own disgust. He removed his hand from her, wrapping his fingers around his organ repositioning himself. He pulled away from the kiss, allowing her to breathe as he pressed his face to the side of her neck, his hot breath tickling her skin.

"Prepare yourself, Orihime." He had never addressed her by name, the word feeling strange on his tongue. He hoped this would calm her nerves so it'd be easier for them. He also hoped it'd help her body relax enough so she may conceive. He felt her wrap her arms around his middle, holding him closer as she pressed her face to his shoulder, bracing herself for penetration. He moved his hips forward, just the tip of him entering her. Even so, he could feel her incredible tightness and heat. He pushed a little forward and felt a small barrier.

Orihime winced as he entered her slowly, her walls being stretched around him. It felt odd, but not necessarily painful... Yet. She felt him press against her barrier, stopping as he pulled away from her neck. She looked up at his face, saddened he still hadnt the slightest hint of emotion across his features.

"This may hurt. I apologize."

She tightened her hold on him, feeling him press against that barrier gently until she felt a sudden jolt of pain as it finally snapped. She dug her nails into his back, letting out a cry of pain.

He stopped after he felt the obstruction snap, allowing the pain he knew she was feeling to subside. He saw tears trail down her cheeks, and lifted his hand to wipe them away.

"You will be fine, onna." She opened her eyes to look at him, nodding once, attempting to keep her tears from spilling out of her eyes.

He stayed still then, and she knew he was waiting until she was ready. This may have been a mission, and he may be an Espada, but he was trying to make it easier on her. The pain had already begun to subside, and it was getting uncomfortable to barely have anything beyond his tip inside, especially since he was sitting still. She squirmed her hips, trying to get the message across she was ready. Luckily he understood, and slowly pressed forward. Now things were getting painful. She could handle just the head inside her, but having his entire shaft being inserted was causing her to ache. She groaned quietly as he pressed forward. Finally he was fully inside, and again he stayed still. She assumed it was to allow her to get used to the feeling of him, but even if it wasn't, she appreciated it.

He had noticed her pained groan, and knew it had to be unpleasant to be impaled this way. He slowly pushed himself further into her, knowing its be better for her to get used to his entire size at once instead of a little at a time. Once he was fully inside he stilled his hips. He knew their mission made no requirements that she was comfortable when being impregnated, but he still wanted to make it easier on her. This was something neither of them wanted, why make it harder on her by being forceful? He'd suffer as well if they had to endure this again, as she would be too frightened of him the next time they tried. The feeling of her around him, unmoving, was beginning to feel uncomfortable, but he ignored it. If he forced her into accepting it, neither of them would be even slightly comfortable the next time they had this encounter if she failed to conceive.

She began to pull her hips back, pulling him out of his thoughts. She was ready for him to move. He slowly removed himself from her, pulling out until the tip was all that stayed within her, before he reentered her wet heat. She only winced once, no tears or groans. The pain must be diminishing. He repeated his actions three times, noticing the faint hue of pink on her cheeks and the sweat beginning to bead on her forehead. He closed his eyes and kept his hips going, speeding up only slightly.

Orihime was already feeling short of breath, despite that they had only just started. Ulquiorra's breathing was still as calm and unchanged as always, and his face gave nothing away to what he was feeling or thinking. Just then he brushed against something inside her that caused her body to shiver and a moan to tear from her throat. She looked up at him to find he was staring down at her, his hips still moving.

"S-sorry..." He made a dismissive grunt as he continued to impale her, closing his eyes again. He didnt seem too worried about her taking pleasure in their mission, but she wouldn't dare let out another sound in fear he'd become upset.

Several thrusts later she felt his arm wrap around the small of her back, pulling her closer to him as his pace quickened. He still bore his emotionless mask and his breathing hadnt changed, but he must've been nearing his end. He brushed against that spot again, and Orihime clenched her jaw as she shivered from the wave of pleasure consuming her body. He continued to plough into her, his movements becoming more forceful and frantic as he got closer. Suddenly he buried himself deeply inside her and stilled, tensing up slightly. Orihime was about to ask if something was wrong, but within half a second she felt the rush of hot fluid being spilled inside her. His release took a full twenty seconds to finish, the stream of fluid constant and unrelenting. after it was over he opened his eyes to look at her, no emotion present on his face.

He stayed inside her after he finished emptying himself, simply studying her rosy, flushed, sweat covered face. He released his hold on her after a few moments, removing himself from her. He sat and redressed himself before standing up, looking down at her from the corner of his eye. Their eyes met for a few seconds before he blinked and looked away. "I will return in twenty minutes with your next meal."

"Ok..."

He turned and walked out, leaving her alone in the room. She knew she should get up and get dressed, and be ready when he comes back with her meal, but she was so tired and the still warm feeling inside her only made her all the more drowsy. She decided she'd allow herself a few seconds of rest before moving, closing her eyes and fighting to stay awake. Without realizing it, she drifted into a deep sleep, still naked and exposed on the couch.

Ulquiorra returned at the time he said he would, knocking on the door to alert her of the his presence. No response. He opened the door and stepped inside, spotting her on the couch fast asleep, curled up in the fetal position to instinctively keep herself warm. He sighed and walked back out, instructing his subordinate to leave the cart outside the door and telliing him he would handle it himself. The subordinate did as told, bowing to the higher ranking Arrancar, and leaving without a word. Ulquiorra went to his own room, fetching one of the spare white blankets he had on the shelf near his bed. He walked back to the woman's room, unfolding the blanket and laying it over her, careful not to disturb her in her slumber. She mumbled softly in her sleep, but Ulquiorra chose to ignore the little sounds as he evened the cloth over her body. They were of no importance. As he turned to leave, he heard a mumble louder, more clearly.

"Ul...Ulquiorra...sama..." He froze and turned his gaze back towards her. The faintest of smiles tugged at the corners of her mouth as she slept, so evidently the dream was not unpleasant. He resumed walking to the door after a brief moment, pushing the cart into the room in case she woke up soon. He set up the trays on the table for her, keeping the cover over it so the food wouldn't be cold, before leaving the room, closing the door behind him. He felt something strange inside him, a pulling sensation that tempted him to return to her side. He ignored it and continued walking towards his own room, left to his thoughts. If he was going to be brutally honest with himself, he had enjoyed their act. But was he going to admit that to anyone or even himself? Not likely.