Feral Possession

⛓Binding⛓

*WARNING: Mature content ahead, proceed at own risk*
[Contains: Exophilia, Size Difference, Lingerie, Bondage, Chains, Praise Kink, Teasing, Feral Behavior, Handjob, Vaginal Sex, Cock Riding, Scratching, Biting, Cum, D/S]

  There was a knock at the front door, and I set down my book on the couch to answer it. I was expecting the new overseer today, and I had no clue who they had decided to send. When I opened the door, I saw a woman around my height with big brown eyes and orange hair.

  "Hi! Are you Wynter Hughes?" She asked with a smile.

  "That's me. And you are?"

  "Orihime Inoue. I've been sent by the Soul Society." I recognized her name as an exorcist Ichigo had mentioned before.

  "Come on in." I opened the door wider, and she entered the house while still smiling. Dagur was already sniffing at her, and the woman lowered her hand to let him stick his nose in her palm.

  "How cute! What's their name?"

  "Dagur."

  "Why, hello, Dagur! It's nice to meet you." Orihime chuckled while rubbing under Dagur's chin. His tail was wagging as he ate up the attention she was giving.

  "Yo. Been a while, woman." Grimmjow spoke up from the kitchen island. He was sitting there in human form in just a pair of boxers while eating ice cream from the carton.

  "My, you've certainly made yourself comfortable here, Pantera." Orihime looked amused when she saw the demon rather than surprised or upset. And, shockingly, Grimmjow didn't seem angry like he usually would be when he saw an exorcist.

  What exactly had happened between these two?

  "Still getting your ass kicked?" Grimmjow asked before scooping some ice cream into his mouth.

  "I prefer to be a pacifist as much as possible. However, I am now a black belt in karate." She spoke so nonchalantly, and I looked at her with surprise.

  "So you two seem well acquainted." I said while sliding my hands into my pockets.

  "I held her hostage for a little while." Grimmjow stated, and I paused while looking at him.

  "Did you, now?"

  "Yeah. I took her from Murcielago when I found out she was a friend of Kurosaki's."

  "And then they beat the snot out of each other." Orihime chuckled while covering her mouth with her hand. Her tone was so light, and her words were not that serious in the slightest. But if what they were talking about was the fight that nearly killed both Grimmjow and Ichigo, why was she seemingly not upset at all?

  And why did I get the strong feeling Orihime was not someone I'd want to piss off?

  "I see. So, uh, do you guys....actually get along or something?" I questioned, and Orihime and Grimmjow exchanged looks. They both narrowed their eyes at each other as if thinking.

  "She's annoying, but she gave me my arm back, so...." Grimmjow shrugged before shoving the spoon full of ice cream into his mouth. My eyebrows raised at him as I balked.

  "Gave....your arm back?"

  "Oh, he only had one arm a few years ago." Orihime leaned in my direction while speaking softly. "One of my specialties is healing magick."

  "Well, that's certainly not in the Hollow Ones book."

  "It's complicated." She rubbed the back of her head while awkwardly smiling.