Gabriel sighed a bit, sitting down under a palm tree. This vacation of his was proving to be quite stress-free. He got to see his wife in a bikini, they played games, and so on.
He even got very fun cuddles. Unfortunately, no fucking. How sad.
Well, that didn't matter.
As he lay there, a crow flew from out of nowhere and landed on an edge nearby.
Corvus, his crow subordinate, opened his mouth and spoke.
"Your Majesty, I have come with the report."
Gabriel nodded. Even now, he needed to keep an eye on his kingdom.
If he remembered correctly, he gave Crow an ability that basically let him split himself into dozens, if not a few hundred, crows. Quite a useful ability for a messenger, especially since he shared the same vision with his crows and so on.
His eyes were also greatly buffed, so he could pick up on a lot of shit. Just think of all the buffs he gave to the Tres Bestias for their eyes, and Corvus had them all.
He needed them.
With his eyes, Gabriel had an eye on his kingdom at all times.
The crow opened its mouth before speaking.
"The kingdom has been doing fine. Some Adjucha-level Hollows planned to attack Nocturna Vastoria. They were dealt with by the Nephilim guarding the area.
"And as His Majesty requested, their corpses have been delivered to His Majesty's lab."
That was good. Some dumbass always tried to do some funny shit and always got caught lacking like this.
Did they really think he didn't fortify his own kingdom? The fuck did they think this was?
Anyway, that meant he had fresh corpses to experiment with later. Hm, his mouth belly would be back soon enough.
"Good. Anything else?" Gabriel was still gazing at the sky, making eye contact with a flying dragon. Hm.
The beast flew away from him. Well, at least it knew what was good for it. It seemed like Soul Society was not the only real branch. How nice.
They were probably the East Branch. He was guessing this branch was West, so was there a South and North Branch? He wondered what they would be like.
Fun. He might transfigure a dragon for shits and giggles.
Gabriel found that idea fun. Maybe he should do that.
Yeah, he would do that.
"The Sin of Wrath has finally calmed down and is no longer causing havoc in the Forest of Gillians."
That was good. Seemed like Grimmjow had finally loosened up a bit.
"Any more info I should be aware of?" Gabriel said, tossing a grape into his mouth.
"No, Your Majesty. That would be all."
"Hm." The crow bowed before him. Gabriel looked at the crow before speaking.
"You are dismissed."
The crow bowed its head before leaving.
Gabriel pondered on it for a bit. Well, time to go out with Sun-Sun for a bit.
A few hours later, he found himself in the middle of a festival, standing beside Sun-Sun as she held onto a large snake plushie. She clutched it to her chest, looking... genuinely happy.
He smirked, eyeing the plushie. "You like it that much?"
She nodded, her usual teasing smile softer than usual. "Mmm. It's cute."
His gaze flickered lower. The faintest mark peeked out from the collar of her outfit—a deep red hickey, planted there by him, of course. She wasn't covering it up, either. She wanted it to be seen.
Gabriel chuckled, leaning in to kiss her lightly on the lips. "You've gotten strong, you know that?"
Sun-Sun smiled, resting her head against his shoulder. "I did get stronger."
His eyes trailed downward, noticing something else. Her thighs...
They looked thicker.
He raised a brow. "You been working out?"
She chuckled, amused. "A little."
He hummed, nodding in approval. "I like it."
Sun-Sun's lips curled into a playful smirk. "That's good."
And then he struck, tilting her chin up as he pressed another hickey into her neck.
A soft, breathy moan escaped her lips.
One good thing about this whole place being bought by him for the week was the fact that he could do this.
Somewhere in the alleyway, hidden from the rest of the festival, Sun-Sun was trapped between Gabriel and the wall, her breath coming out in short gasps. His hands trailed over her, teasing, playing, drawing out quiet little moans that she tried to suppress but utterly failed to.
It was as if he had maxed out his dirty talking skill. She was a mess, and he could tell it was getting hard for her to resist him.
He could tell by the way her legs seemed to be getting weaker, the way she held onto him, the way she practically moaned out his name.
How fun.
"Naughty," she whispered, her voice laced with both amusement and arousal.
Gabriel smirked, his lips brushing against her ear. "You love it."
She shuddered, her body reacting to his words, to his touch. He was warm, dominant, teasing, and yet... gentle. Like he knew exactly how to push her limits without ever stepping too far.
After a few minutes, he finally pulled away, placing one last lingering kiss on her lips. She was breathless, her golden eyes hazy with pleasure, but more than anything—she looked content.
Safe.
Gabriel watched her closely, catching the briefest flicker of something snake-like behind her lips. Oh? How cute.
"You really are something else," he murmured, brushing his fingers along her jawline.
Sun-Sun, still catching her breath, whispered, "Keep your promise."
His smirk deepened. "Of course."
Later that night, true to his word, he did go to her room.
And by the time it was over, her legs were jelly.
She was quite flexible. Well, who cared?
And did they use rubber?
Oh well. She didn't feel like having any on.
Anyway, he may or may not have painted her guts white.
A/N….apart from Harribel, Sun-Sun the second person he cracks the most, I think she would most skillfully of the two since she has no breast nor ass for that matter so she make up for it with techniques.