Big Trouble

“Eh heh,” you chuckle, one hand idly reaching up and rubbing at the thin marks present at the juncture between your neck and your shoulder, “Well…it’s a bit of a long story…”

“It isn’t that long of a story John-koi,” Ulquiorra speaks, a small smirk on her lips as she sits up just a bit taller, “in fact I believe it can be said very simply. Last evening John-koi accepted me as his mate and his Queen.”

The atmosphere in the room becomes thick with tension as silence falls like a lead weight into the room, the sound of a pin dropping enough to cause and echoing explosion amongst the stressed miasma infused ambiance of the room. In the midst of it all you sit with a sheepish and slightly worried look on your face, the glares from several of your Arrancar beauties focused on you with enough intensity and irritation that you are briefly concerned that you might burst out in flames, “U-Ulqui-chan…th-that’s not exac-“

Ulquiorra gives you another coy smile as a single clawed digit lays itself upon your lips, her midnight black appendage silencing you quickly as she speaks, “No need to be shy my King, after all, with your ‘blessing’ and the harrowing ‘efforts’ you showed last evening I was able to regain much of my previously lost strength…something that I do believe proves who is the one most fitting to be the Queen of this roost…”

“What!” Grim barks out, her fang-like teeth being bared to their fullest as she snarls, “Who gave you that fucking authority! That only belongs to MY Alpha!”

“Really now?” Ulquiorra says with a calm smirk, her gaze turning from you to the rest of the glaring people in the room, “I do believe the saying goes that for every powerful man there is an equally powerful woman behind him. Do you think that you could stand against me as I am now Grim?”

Grim growls but says nothing more, her hands clenching over and over again as she glares with the heat of a thousand hells behind those icy blue eyes of hers. Yet, while her victory appears to be assured it is Tia who breaks up the bat woman’s preening, her blond haired head rising up as her aqua green eyes serve up one hell of a venomous look, “You might be a queen Ulquiorra but as it stands you are still vastly underpowered before me.”

Ulquiorra seems a bit taken aback thus giving Tia the perfect opportunity to scoop you up in the blink of an eye, her lithe but strong arms holding you close and pressing your face into her more than generous mounds of perfectly tanned tit flesh, “What strength does a queen of the air have when compared to a goddess of the sea? Isn’t that right John-koi?”

Instantly the only unglaring eye in the house, the brilliant emerald orbs belonging to Ulquiorra, are suddenly turned upon you with a hardened look; her normally impassive and unexpressive mouth opening to a brief flash of her sharpened fangs as she speaks, “clearly Harribel-san is delusional…I am your only Queen, isn’t that right John-koi?”

Oh boy…