Laying flat on on his bed, with his arms cushioning his head while a smile occupied his face, Ichigo's thoughts revolved around how his life had changed.
When he was just fifteen, he had just been a normal kid; as normal as a kid could be with orange hair and with the power to see ghosts. He then met Rukia Kuchiki, learned the truth about the afterlife, and went on to fight hollows, soul reapers, and even humans in his quest to keep the many realms from destroying the peaceful human world he'd called home. His fifteen-year-old self would have scoffed at the idea.
His grin became predatory as his thoughts turned to much more recent events.
His weekly "bathing" with Rangiku.
His violent carnality in bringing the stoic Lisa and the Mighty Mashiro to their knees, in more ways than one.
The generous visits by Kirio Hikifune, all the way from the Soul Palace.
Nelliel's long periods of "tackling" whenever he went to see her...
He'd even gotten a brand new pet pussy out of the degraded Yoruichi Shihoin.
Ichigo got his dick wet more times in one week than the most successful playboys of any world did in an entire month. And better yet, they were his now, and no one else's. Even right now as he sat there, he was just waiting for Yoruichi. She was out on a "scavenging" mission, but he knew the second she crawled through his window, she'd strip down, curl up, and await her master's cock like a good little kitty.
But, his smile twisted upside-down... something was missing. Life was great, better than it had been in 17 years, but there was a small, constant itch at the base of his skull that said he wasn't quite complete. He was not for one second miserable, but it was as though there was one more fragment to his life that could make it better.
Something... Dare he say it, someone... was missing.
Then the air tore open just outside and he was immediately aware a garganta was bringing someone above his doorstep. Out stepped a vaguely familiar woman with hair the color of olives. Her lavender eyes regarded him calmly and the sleeves her arrancar garb were too long for her arms.
"Ichigo Kurosaki." Her soft voice slithered to his ears. "I come on behalf of my mistress. Queen Tier Harribel of Hueco Mundo has summoned you personally. She would very much like to meet you."
Ichigo did not react with any shock when the petite beauty, who he recognized as Sung-sun, from when the quincies had invaded hueco mundo. Ever since Yhwach's death, Ichigo had run out of enemies, people to fight or worry would try to take over or destroy the universe. More importantly, he remembered that name. She was the queen of Hueco Mundo, in charge of the arrancar with Aizen long gone. And even when covered in blood, wounds, and bruises, she had been a beauty. Ichigo quickly got an idea, and the beginning of it's success had just been handed to him.
"Alright." He stood up and donned his soul form. He then immediately followed her through the garganta, to make his acquaintance with the queen of hollows.
Hueco Mundo, the Front Entrance to Las Noches
The Hybrid and the Anaconda arrancar trekked in the white sand of Hueco Mundo in silence.
Before long, they stood not far off from the very entrance to the castle. It occurred to Ichigo that this was the first time he was entering through the front door.
Not far off in front of them, standing before the gate itself, were two women looking directly at them. One was a skinny, heterochromatic girl with a red helmet plume and a horn, which Ichigo quickly recognized as a hollow mask fragment. The other was a dark-skinned, lusty woman with a mask-fragment circlet that included horns which stood out from the sides and stood above her head. The two of them faced Ichigo and his guide, but glared at him like eating him was the best idea, but he'd give them indigestion.
"You got him to follow you." Mila Rose remarked.
Apaci sneered. "Took you long enough. I was starting to think Harribel-sama was finally getting rid of you. Too bad."
Sung-sun wasn't bothered. "If either of you went, you'd probably give him a good reason to handle you. And then who would be rid of whom."
Apacci snarled. "You little bitch!"
"I bet I could come up with a good excuse for why he's here and you're not!" Mila Rose threatened, wrapping a hand around the hilt of her broadsword-shaped zanpakuto. "You wanna test me?!"
Ichigo sweat dropped. He got the feeling this happened quite frequently between the three of them. And yet, after however long they had spent surviving in this desolate landscape, they hadn't gotten tired of it in the slightest. How exactly did they survive together?
"Uh," Ichigo spoke up, managing to pull their attention towards him. "I'm supposed to see Harribel?"
"That is correct." Sung-sun affirmed, walking over to Appacci's side opposite Mila Rose.
Mila Rose continued. "What she probably didn't tell you is that we can't allow you to just visit our lady."
"That's something I can let her live for being right on." Appaci agreed. "Our precious master isn't going to have her time wasted on some nobody human."
You'll just have to prove," Mila Rose aid, smiling like a true predator, one of her thick hips cocked out to the side, something he couldn't help but take notice of, " that you're really worth her time. The only way to do that... is though combat." In a flash, she drew her broadsword, Apacci bared her chakrams, and a pair of Sai stood out from Sung-sun's sleeves. "Against all three of us."
Ichigo simply smiles and pulls out his smaller trench blade. "You're move."
Mila sonido'd to his left side, and Sung-sun to his right while Appaci charged him dead on.
The absurdly powerful being in a teenage form spun on his left heel, avoiding Sung-sun's sai thrust, before switching to the opposite to avoid Franceska's overhead swing, and then tilted his head side-to-side to avoid Apacci's chakram thrusts .
Yes! Appaci grins victoriously. We've got him on the ropes! All he can do is dodge us!
Ichigo's thoughts were on a very different matter. Kami, I fucked Rangiku, I fucked Yoruichi, I fucked Hikifune, Lisa and Mashiro, Nelliel... this has all been one giant sex fest with the best of the best! If this Harribel woman is as hot as I remember, it'll end up like a sex-filled version of that seki-seki incident when I came to Hueco Mundo after I got my powers back, only I won't need Yoruichi to be digging any holes.
There were more than a few more instances that the obvious two out of three collided and bickered. Meanwhile, Sung-sun seemed to get a hint that they were fighting out of their league. They couldn't touch him, and his expression was neither that of one who was tired, nor one who was unsettled. He had been avoiding them the entire time, without fighting back at all, and he had yet to choose to swing his sword to deflect. If he found a reason to become proactive...
"Girls," she tried to quell her nervous pitch as she managed to get their attention, "we aren't getting anywhere. Let's just get serious and put an end to this." Not considering who it will be ending this.
"Thrust, Cierva!"
"Strangle, Anaconda."
"Eat your fill, Leona!"
Soon enough, the smoke cleared and the three stood before him, in their resurrecions. Now, Ichigo had been leering at the trio of exotic beauties before. The fact that there was no retribution told him they either didn't notice or didn't care. But their released states? They were hot. Apacci now wore antlers and a skin-tight fursuit, which had a delightful cleavage and clung to every curve from her perky tits to her slim waist to her delightful, healthy rear. Mila Rose's already revealing top now looked like two skeletons holding up her gazongas, and her bottoms her basically just a bone thong on her shelf-like hips. Ichigo was confident he wasn't beastial (having never thought about fucking Nelliel in her Gamuza state), but something about Sung-sun's lower body turning into that of a serpent's prodded at his animal instincts.
Oh, and their spiritual pressure went up, that happened too.
The three charged him once more, but this time, Ichigo decided to finally go on the offensive, this time sheathing the sword he'd taken out just for amusement.
He stopped Mila Rose's sword with a finger, grabbed Apacci by one of her horns before she even knew what was happening, and Cyan managed, to wrap her tail around him, but when her top half stopped behind him and one of her hands- transformed into snakes- tried to go for the kill, he simply tilted his head to the side and caught the transformed appendage in his teeth. He bit down, forcing the serpentine arrancar to unravel and back away, he kicked Mila ROse in the stomach, causing her to rocket into the ground and slide several meters, and he threw Apacci upwards, causing her to flip several times before she was able to finally stop and right herself mid-air.
"Bastard!" Getting desperate, she charged up a cero and fired, but gaped as he simply backhanded it away, directly towards Sung-sun, who squeaked and barely managed to dodge. She drew heavy breaths as she examined the burned side of her tail.
It was at this point that all three of them were aware just how out of their depth they were. They had entered resurreccion, and not only had they not come any closer to actually landing a hit, he had put his sword away, and they were getting tossed aside with seemingly no effort at all. Meanwhile, he himself advanced further without llosing that smirk, except the air around it seemed to change... as if he was about to put an end to this and just destroy them. The trio silently agreed there was only one thing left they could do. They each ripped off an arm, shocking Ichigo for the first time since he'd come here, and the three arms converged on a single spot. "Quimera Parca!" The three of them declared in union. And the three severed arms disappeared behind a blinding glow, and began to take on a single shape, until it was almost as big as the pillars that dotted the area outside the castle, covered in hair at it's back, and uglier than a creature owned by those three beauties than should be legal.
The monster roared, and charged Ichigo with more speed than a creature of it's size should ever possess, rearing back one of its gigantic fists in a haymaker.
He pulled back his smaller sword and swung it in front of him.
He didn't even bother to use it's name.
A blinding white light enveloped the beast and turned it almost totally to vapor. The shock-wave sent the Tres Bestias flying and sprawling into the sand, small bits of Ayon's flesh remaining to slither towards them until they planted themselves in their arm sockets and took the shape of their arms. They managed to maintain their sealed forms as Ichigo landed back to the ground and walked towards them, smirking.
As he walked towards them, they struggled to sit upright. Appaci shook her head and noticed he now stood right over her. But what really caught her attention was the enormous bulge that threatened to tear through the front of his robes. She instinctively recognized the area and shape of the hefty organ that had now come within inches of her face. She felt her jaw hang loose, her face burning as her gaze was locked onto the thick bridge of meat that threatened to tear through the fabric, the veins themselves visible and throbbing with a life of their own as his turgid cock stood proud and bent upwards, right near Apacci's face.
She was barely able to pull herself together enough to look up and see a satisfied smirk on the orange-haired rat bastard's face. She scowled at him like it would make him melt, despite her blush and the fluids she felt beginning to stream down her thighs. "I'll get you myself, you rat son of a bitch! It's gonna take more than that to make you worth our queen's time! I'll get you!"
Ichigo just smirked at her, a dark look overtaking his eyes. "You've got quite a mouth on you. Let's put that to use." Without giving her time to respond, he pulled down his hakama, which had been straining ever since they had stared him down thinking they were ready to take him on, and let his monstrous dick pop up. The three wild women gaped at the sight of his thick pillar of flesh, how obscenely it twitched in the open, like a hungry beast; and she was they very scrumptious prey. Behind the imposing appendage, a heavy pair of nuts churned with a life of their own, full of thick, white payloads to blast on them, blast in them.
Ichigo made good use of Appaci's gaping jaw first. He grabbed her by one of her horns and pulled her head to his crotch, sliding her mouth over his impatient cock and thrusting right into her orifice without delay. She suddenly found herself choking and her jaw hurting, Ichigo's cock jamming her throat and stretching her mouth so far open she almost got lockjaw, and digging deep into her distending throat. Ichigo groaned in surprise and pleasure at the feisty arrancat's tight, warm, silky orifice surrendered space to his thick appendage punching down her throat.
The small, slowly shrinking part of Appacci's mind that resisted got her to bite down as he brought her to the base, but only found her teeth scraping along the shaft painfully as the face-fuck continued. Ichigo smirked at the shocked expression in her eyes, taking in the sight of his cock now literally glowing, the many angry veins in his prick now alight with the power of Blut Vene.
Mila Rose and Sung-sun could only stare in fascination and slight terror as the ascended man continued to bully the deer arrancar's throat on his mercilessly throbbing cock, which only made her throat tighter with every pulse. And yet, they found themselves aroused, their eyes locked on his cock as it pulled back to appear out in the open. A bigger one than they had ever taken to be sure, and possibly bigger than any they would. It caused a spike of pleasure that had their fingers unconsciously drifting towards their quickly wettening pussies, suddenly anxious for what would most certainly be their turn.
Eventually, Appaci struggled less and less, the lack of breath and the undeniable dominance over her being turned Appaci limp and docile. She was now just a glassy-eyed little cum dispenser. She found herself instinctively breathing through her nose since his cock was too big to allow her to do something like breathing, too busy with making her tits wobble and making a bulge in her slim throat, and coating his pussy-masher in a thick coat of her slimy drool. She just let him take over as her silky orifice caressed his pillar against her will. Her eyes drifted up towards her new dominator, gazing at him with pathetic gratefulness just for stuffing her face while her hands came up timidly to cup his nutsack. His groan, nearly inaudible over the slick noises of her throat and the sex-fuelled adrenaline filling her ears, told her she was doing the correct thing, so as her nose smushed against his crotch, she tenderly fondled each of his baby-goo churners with a timid hand, her soft, slim digits working diligently to bring him further pleasure, to coax every last soon-to-be drip down her submissive gullet.
Ichigo gave no warning as he pulled out and spurted all over her face and perky tits, getting it all over the fur of her outfit to boot. The cum-painted girl fell face first into the sand after fixing to pass out.
"Now that that's been tried, you gonna try being a good girl?" She didn't say anything, just gave him a drunk nod, her cum-smeared face giving a dumb smile. All he needed from her. He grabbed her by her hips and lifted her until the smoldering head of his shaft was on the crotch of her outfit.
The fabric stood no chance. It immediately ripped apart with ease under immense strength as Ichigo's cock made straight for her pussy and stretched it out, breaking right into her womb and making itself at home in her guts, pressure added with gravity taking hold in this effortless carryfuck. Her limbs shot up and wrapped around him as she squirmed in conflicted pleasure of the overgrown intruder. He immediately pumped into her and she bit down on his shoulder to scream into, only to find her teeth hurt as blut vein instinctively covered his shoulder where she bit down.
"Warn me next time, you silly little pet!" He chided harshly. "Try it now! I'm prepared." She nodded her head meekly, even as she thrashed about trying to adjust to his magnum-plus-plus schlong reassorting her organs. She managed to bite down again, her teeth hurting less this time as she screamed into his shoulder, her tits mashing into his diamond-solid pecs as she struggled not to flail about while her ass rippled against his groin. His balls made furious contact with her perky cheeks with every bound, clapping against each other in circles as his fat organ made a clear outline of itself in Apacci's toned stomach.
Well, this was a good idea, he decided, as he smirked over to the stunned pair watching their partner get fucked violently. He didn't even know why their boss called him here, and right now he didn't care. Right now he was breaking in a brand new cock sleeve. He took a moment to turn his attention to those who would be next in line, to find they were now furiously masturbating to the side of their ally getting violently stretched out, the snake girl having both hands in her pussy while the amazonian had a fist in her pussy, and one hand molesting one of her now-naked tits, its strange support somewhere outside of his vision- and care. For now, he just let his satisfaction rise with the site of them now realising he was watching them while he fucked Apacci, how they began to huff harder and redouble their efforts, already contenting themselves with the idea of him watching them get off. They were less stubborn than their friend here; they had already accepted their gorgeous bodies as offerings to this man, many times their superior, a stud above studs, about to devour them in a way less familiar.
Appaci tried weakly to meet his powerful thrusts into her snatch, her pert ass quivering as he smacked his hips against hers. She was so sore, she felt like they might actually break under all this fucking. She screamed again as her cunt was stretched further by his cock suddenly bulging. This time though, she completely let go; and quite literally, throwing her head back and unleashing screams out into the world, and genuine praise she had never shown to anyone. Not even the desperate, lustful nights she spent with her mistress and fellow fraccion, in desperation to satiate only their most primitive desires, had ever numbed her will, her strength, he logic so utterly, that it had ever dragged such dirty worship past her succulent lips.
"Oh! OH! OHHHH! Oh, FUCK!" She writhed this way and that atop his cock, screaming so loud you could hear it all across Hueco Mundo. "Oh, please don't stop, master. Please fuck me until I pass out! If you stopped now, I wouldn't know what to do!" She had never felt such desperate craving, such a need for her basest pleasures to become the drug for her sanity, and yet in a single fucking, not even completed, this had turned into something she could not bear life without.
"Don't worry, darling." Ichigo grinned as he thrusted proudly into her awaiting snatch, feeling his nuts buzz with readiness. "I wouldn't dream of doing anything less than black-out fucking my brand new pet." And he meant it, as her upper half slumped against him and her eyes rolled back, her supple breasts flopping out of her costume, he showed absolutely no mercy against her battered, raw insides.
He dumped another load into her wanting pussy, causing her to squeal and convulse in pleasure, before it became too much to take and her body went limp. He dropped his spent cum dumpster into the sand, his erection only pulsing harder, now that it had only the cold air to attend to it. Turning to the others, he saw Mila Rose staring at it dead on, face flushed, but the proud Sung-Sun was struggling desperately to maintain her pride, trying to look away from his cock, but glancing back at it more often than not.
He smiled. He shook his hips side to side, causing his cock to bob and bounce every which way, sagging under its own weight. "You know, I happen to have a cat back home who loves her milk. You want some?"
Mila rose bit her lip, and for several moments as she muttered let her eyes dart around it seemed like at some point, she might actually try to run or plead for mercy. But in the end, she just got on all fours, and turned until her coco ass was facing him. She took a tentative look over her shoulder, and gave him a quiet, nervous meow. Sung-sun stared at her in total disbelief, as her boisterous, bold companion offered herself up to their victorious guest, with such ease. She was only given a good reason to be surprised when she further enticed hi by removing the last of the twing supports for her now dangling shelf of tits, placing one hand on her funbags and mashing it with the hopes to entice him. A hope that the snake was just fine with. Maybe he'd be worn out somewhat after going through two of them.
Ichigo laughed. "Well, I'd have to be a bastard not to reward such a good kitty." He strutted over to the lion arrancar, erection looking proud and powerful as it bobbed up and down, until he was right behind her, thick lance of flesh inviting itself in between her luscious cheeks, And he got a grip on her full, enticing hips. caused her to moan in arousal as her already soaked flower was subject to her spontaneous new mate's teasing. No, mates were at least near equal. This man had defeated her outright. She had been assisted by her comrades, and they had gone at him with intent to kill, and he destroyed them on a whim. He then proceeded to let his fresh cock slip into one of their utterly powerless orifices, until she was a white-eyed mess. And to top it all off nicely, she knew his massive cock would most certainly ruin her for anyone else. This was her master.
He growled into her ear. "Here you go, pussy..." And she juiced up at his low, smoldering tone. One that wasn't offering or warning, just deciding what was going to happen. And it only made her more excited. To a ready pet hoping to be ruined, to have her pussy gaping and useless for anyone but the cock it now belonged to, it was better than a promise.
That was her last coherent thought before he thrust his entire dick into her slobbering cunt in a single move, and proceeded to ram in and out of her helpless little cunt without waiting for her to adjust. Her entire body swayed back and forth as his hips pressed him balls-deep into her ripe hole, leaving her a screaming, gasping mess, as willful as a doll at the moment, and every moment that would come after. She knew it would, because he would want it to! And there wasn't a damn thing she'd be able to do about it even if she wanted to fight it.
And she didn't want to! This would be what she'd expect for a looong time! To have her pussy stretched out, and her ass molested, and her titties molded in his rough strong hands as he was now doing, letting go of her hips and when straight to her freely swinging knockers The thought brought her ever closer, and given she was already being given a brain-mashing fuck of a lifetime, she screamed as her orgasm melted the last of her brain and spurted all over her master's angry, throbbing cock as her body wriggled now at every fuck.
And he wasn't even close! The gap between them was just too great! He just kept on pumping past her orgasm, so much pleasure it hurt! Worries were nonexistent and time was irrelevant. He could have been at her for minutes, or hours, but it felt like this fuck was introducing her to a new lifetime. It was a life where sound was his pelvis plap-plap-plapping against her dark booty, his grunts and her moans and squeals, and the awaited splurging of his gushing seed straight into her expanding gut. Where feeling was the ropes of muscles that were his arms wrapped around her as he desired, fire and lightning in her holes and his vein-riddled pride in her organs, and taste was spunk and sweat and the ambrosia of his pure power coursing through her and making his toy out of her being.
A sensation passed over them as Mila Rose looked back to see Ichigo looking down in surprise, where Sung-Sun and a less-awake Appaci licked at his sweat-glossed nuts, Appacci with desperation and Sung-Sun with trepidation, trying to unload as much as she could before she was on the receiving end.
Ichigo nodded sagely through pistoning into Mila Rose. "Good girls." He purred huskily. "Go ahead and massage my nuts until I unload into your friend here. They could use the support." The girls did as they were told, the deer-horned pet taking as much of one of his hefty testicles into her mouth, while Sung-sun licked and kissed, and occasionally nibbled with her lips, as her mistress had taught her.
Over and over, without pause, he fucked her like the wild beast she was, reveling in every time he gushed over his unwavering cock. She feared to think about it- biting her lip as he sat leaned over her and squeezed at her uncontained boobs- but at some point she might actually run out of juice and end up a dry sleeve he was pumping into until he got satisfaction! An extra throb inside her hypersensitive guts told her she may not have to wait so long after all. Maybe she'd actually thank Sung-Sun and Appacci for lightening the load once they were all conscious at the same time.
Finally, he spurted his thick, juicy man-paste all over her insides, making her howl in pleasure, as the light left her eyes, and she passed out. Her cum-backlogged hole gushed with the excess seed and it splattered all over Appacci and Sung Sun. The deer-garb girl lay on her back in satisfaction in an attempt to recover, and Cyan was standing there, caked in cum. It only laste a moment, before she immediately to desperately removing her clothing.
With his orgasm dying down, he pulled his mighty rod out of a whining, cum-drunk Mila Rose, her ass in the air with excess cum gushing out of her twitching, gushing hole.
When he got over to Sung-Sun, she was already in her birthday suit, naked as the day she was born and kneeling in the sand, as much as one could with a serpentine lower half, baring her delicate frame, her slim waste, small breasts and trembling sweet lips. He walked to her front and stuck his cock in her face, seeping with an arousing scent of his and their fluids that only left her tight caverns running free as a faucet.
"You want something?" Ichigo asked her, with a raised eyebrow. And the last awake girl stuttered. She knew very well what he wanted, what he expected from her. He was basically daring her to ask aloud and test his patience.
With a hesitance brought on by obvious nervousness, she kissed the throbbing tip of his cock, planting several pecks all over it, and even Frenching his hungry slit, keeping down her urge to recoil in surprise as extra seed was wrung out from his throbbing fuck-pillar. Eventually, she timidly let her tongue past, and began licking the helmet, travelling a long journey from the bottom of his helmet to the base of his shaft, and before her lust-clouded brain could fully register what happened, she found herself deepthroating his stud cock with gifted prowess she never would've guessed. The sound of her own wet sucking at his expectant pillar and her choking as he forced more of him down her throat filled her ears, her entire body filled with an aroused adrenaline that she'd never experienced.
"Such a good little slut." Ichigo murmured breathily, casually thrusting a few more inches into his pet. "You may not know, but snakes don't have a gag reflex. You were made to be a cocksucker. My cocksucker. Weren't you?" Really, if it wasn't so satisfying, it would be tragic. All he did was outclass them and then show them his dick, and they were desperate to pleasure him. This snake was so eager to please him, after he'd just broken her friends.
He was going to have so. Much. Fun with them. She was even getting the hang of sucking cock already, from the way she was breathing rapidly through her nose, since her mouth was full. He smirked, running his hands through her long dark hair. He decided he would hold back on skullfucking, just this once. It would be no good if he actually broke her, especially if it was no fluke that she was this good at sucking cock. Wasn't he nice?
She hummed what was probably an affirmation, which just so happened to vibrate over his dick and cause him to hum in satisfaction himself. As if she weren't making use of her nature before, she wrapped her forked tongue around his shaft. He absolutely loved it. He could feel it slither around his shaft, the pink, bumpy organ twisting slowly as it traced another layer of spit over his drool-doused organ. He could feel as it pulsed over his hastily pulsing veins, and as it landed at his base, she continue to wrap it around his heaving balls. It made a task out of it as they swung in the process, slapping against her small chin. But sure enough they cradled his nuts like a svelte hammock of pleasing flesh, lovingly caressing the wrinkled sacks as the pulsed.
After what seemed like an eternity, Ichigo let another orgasm run through his body and straight through the tunnel of his cock, cumming straight into the snake's silky throat. It was more than she could swallow, even after several gulps, and it ran down her lips as her cheeks bulged to contain it all.
Having her belly stuffed with his seed was the last she could take of it. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she collapsed backwards, cum drunk as her compatriots.
Having finished his business - and deciding a mind-blanking blowjob like what she had just pulled off was a sufficient substitute for actually getting to fuck her- he manages to tuck his still-stiff erection into his shihakusho, and leaves the fucked-stupid women for the inner castle.
He spent quite a while strutting through the empty, totally unoccupied corridors of Las Noches, the whitewashed walls and the contrasting vantablack ceiling and floor the only things he saw for literal miles within the seemingly unending arrancar palace. It was a welcome unfamiliarity, from when he spent every moment uncertain whether his very next step was as far as he would go, before someone would have to die.
Walking through the long, dark hallways, he felt steam start to flow through the air. Looking around, he saw the entrance to another room, steam flowing out of it. Well, he decided before walking in, not a lot of ideas. Maybe I could've asked Sung-sun where she actually was before I skull-fucked her.
Entering the room, he found that the steam was from a huge bath, as in the size of a public swimming pool. Flower petals (he had no idea where from, definitely not in this land) and a shimmering golden oil floated on the surface, but it seemed no one was there.
Suddenly, a head of blond, perpetually messy hair rose out of the water, the face, clearly belonging to a woman, and a beautiful one a that, gazing at her guest. She stayed there for a moment, mostly submerged. Ichigo simply gazed back in confusion, noting all of her features. Her skin was brown, a shade or two lighter than Mila Rose's, dark-blue lightning bolts over high cheekbones, emerald-green eyes leveled at him, half-lidded but wholly piercing, under long blonde eyelashes, and full, enticing lips set loosely in a line. In the time it took for him to take in her appearance from the neck up, neither one said a thing.
Then, she smiled at him. "Welcome, Ichigo Kurosaki. I have been expecting you."
Ichigo might have had a response. He didn't know. It was lost to him as soon as she gradually rose out of the water, and revealed her divine form to him, dripping with the shimmering oil.
She was a monolith in the form of a woman, with defined biceps and steel-cut abs. Her incredibly long legs were thick with muscle that bulged with every confident stride forward.
Her feminine charm was not at all detracted from by her powerful muscles. The water and oil ran between the deep space of the biggest tits he had ever seen - drops beading at her thick nipples before falling off - even larger than Rangiku's. She swung her shelf-like hips with her steps as her legs stretched out, and her meaty ass wobbled and bounced with the shifting of her juicy thighs.
He was mesmerised.
She didn't seem to mind the way his mind seemed to numb as he stared at her, standing before him. She was a tall woman, only an inch or two shorter than him. She simply walked around him, she reaches out and runs her hands along his arms, his chest, and it's not that he's unable to resist so much as he has no reason to, does not want to, and therefore will dono such thing. "What happened to my fracción?" she asked, as she allowed herself to feel the power that showed in his physique, her surprisingly dainty, feminine hands dipping subtly between the cloth to feel his tense, rippling muscles.
She was no better, entranced by this conqueror in a young man's body. His shoulders felt like they were carved from diamond. His neck was slender yet masculine, and she enjoyed the unique look of strength to his well-defined collar bone. Her hands dipped into the front, flattening over his rippling abs, snapping above his waste be
Her hands and eyes roamed over his broad, strong shoulders, his marble-carved chest, and she gazed wantonly at his long, toned arms and his big, powerful hands, and sides and deep-rigged abs that looked like diamond. She hooked her chin over his shoulder to get a look, mashing her monumental tits into his back, a layer of clothing the only thing between them and the rigid muscles of his back as she gazed into the dips and rises of chest muscle.
Her eyes boldly traveled lower, and her facade of serenity and control almost cracked. Even soft, his fifth limb hung low and heavy. It was a sleeping beast that would only ever woke up hungry, already the largest cock she had ever seen, totally befitting of the unrivaled stud who had so generously found its way into her lap. She shuddered to think of it in the state it would be soon.
Still bewitched by this overwhelmingly mesmerizing creature, the stud in question found he was too distracted to say much. But "I... took care of them... they're more than well..."
He expected she might become cold, her touches far less pleasant, at the cryptic response concerning her close subordinates. Instead she laughed, a low, salacious melody that tingles throughout every region, especially those that make him a man. He... liked it. "I expected as much." She admitted pleasantly. "No doubt they obstructed you from seeing me. They are rather overzealous." Her hands once again go into the split into his shihakusho, rubbing his muscled chest, and she purred in delight. "I do hope you enjoyed them."
Her light, teasing touches were becoming unbearable. It was as though she was offering herself, yett staying beyond his reach. It was maddening in a way not even Yoruichi had once tormented him with. "Why... have you summoned me?" And worse, he was putting far more effort in maintaining a far firmer outward appearance. Tier Harribel, the ruler of the arrancar, was more tantalizing than Yoruichi, more instinctual than Mashiro or Lisa, more proud than Rangiku, more forward than Nelliel, and more inciting than Kirio. And she was all-around the most beautiful woman of all of them!
"I know and have heard of you, Ichigo Kurosaki." She disclosed, returning to his front. "Even after Sosuke Aizen's fall, I never stopped listening." She lifted her gaze to look him dead in the eye, and it was by his own will that his own gaze left her luscious body and locked with hers. "Hueco Mundo, including myself, did not forget about you, no matter what the Soul Reapers decided was best. Not after you freed us from Sosuke Aizen's tyranny." He was too mesmerised by her to even react to the reminder of his period of powerlessness. "You're will, your power, and of course, most recently..." She grinned, her full lips somehow looking more tempting than the rest of her in that very moment. "Your carnal triumphs." Her tongue slowly came out to run over lip, and he wished dreadfully that it was his tongue. "There is no kind of man, quite like one who knows what he wants and how to take it." One of her hands came up to rest on one of his pectoral again, only this time it rest over his thumping heart. "I myself have become this world's queen. And yet..." The same hand came up to cup his jaw, and the intimate gesture, even from a woman who was a stranger, made Ichigo finally aware of his painfully erect cock, which must have been trying to shred its way through his robes ever since she had been standing in front of him. "I have been seeking a king. A strong, worthy mate, one who I can serve and bear children to ensure that our kind, those without masks or hunger, do not go without those who can lead them." Her ever-wandering hands slowly dropped to one of his thick, muscular arms, resting on his bicep. "You are the one, Ichigo Kurosaki."
She pressed herself into his side flattening her luscious, soft body flat into his own, seemingly becoming a part of him int the most physical sense. She grabbed one of his large, powerful hands and pushed it into one of her massive tits, and her expression, which not a moment ago seemed so calm and content, suddenly became pleading, desperate almost, for his touch. "Claim me." She begged. "You are the only man worthy; the only one I want. Would you not wish to claim me, make me your Queen? I shall be by your side, and only yours. I will pleasure you every night, I will take your seed within me and bear you many children!"
This, he realized as his brain fully rebooted, this was it! This was the cure to his ennui that had been resting in the back of his bored skull! Dominating had been the key but he'd only been scratching the surface. He could be a King! Do whatever he wanted! There was no one powerful enough to stop him, he was above them all! It was time he started acting like it!
Growling, he took his own hold, squeezing her juicy breast, and his voice was guttural. "I accept." He growled, rolling his thumb over her nipple and squeezing with growing force, not caring how uncomfortable it might make her. "You belong to me now!"
As black overtook his eyes and his irises became a sulfuric yellow, Tier licked her lips, before turning around, and walking off, he hips swaying with every step, towards another room beyond this one. Ichigo followed her, removing his clothes without hesitation.
The room turned out to be a master bedroom. He was certain, because the silken mattress within was almost half has big as the pool!
Tier stood before the bed awaiting him more eagerly than she shows.
She walked over him, taking delight in the way his eyes never stop roaming over her figure., and like a good queen, she stooped before his almighty cock to worship.
The queen of Hueco Mundo knelt before her new king, admiring his mighty cock, standing only made it more impressive as it seemed to beckon her presence. Her hands ran slowly along the veiny sides of his shaft, a small smirk as she found her hand barely fit halfway around it. The oil that coated her flawless skin was being slicked onto his cock, making for a surprisingly effective lube, whatever it was. Slowly, she stroked it up and down, and gasped as it almost seems to jump at her touch. Licking her smiling lips once again, he emerald gaze moves up and over the taught ridges of his body, until they met his glassed-over gaze, staring at her from above the appendage with an intense gaze that fueled her instincts, and lit her body on fire.
"Shall I please my king?" She asks sweetly, not releasing his prick from her deceptively gentle grasp. Dazedly admiring her magnificence, he nods, causing her to smirk. Reluctantly, she releases him from her grasp, and placed both her arms underneath her splendid tits. She knew what he wanted. His cock only thumped harder as he knew exactly what she was going to do.
Lifting up her huge, heaving orbs of flesh, she dropped the oiled mountains of flesh over his solid pole of meat, nice and slick for a titty-fuck worthy of a king. She did not pause, immediately moving her royal tits up and down, squishing them between her strong arms, the oil allowing her to seamlessly glide them along his mighty obelisk. She moaned, using her arms to squish and squeeze her melons along his throbbing girth, gasping as he suddenly put his hips into it. Yes, he was a king, after all. He wasn't going to just sit there and take it, even if she was meant to serve him one her own.
"Fuck, I knew it them the moment I saw. but your tits are fantastic." He praised as he didn't allow his gaze to leave the sight of her smothering his cock. He grinned at her proprietorially "You might make a good queen after all." He taunted. His taunt cause her to moved along faster, until she was in tune with his rude thrusts, a harmony of pleasure that allowed him to feel the silken might of her bosom on every gland of his dick, his fat nuts colliding with the underside. He brought up his hands to squeeze the sides of her big, fat boobs, indulging in them for every centimetre of irresistible flesh, squeezing those side-swells, grinding his palms against her nipples, and just increasing the power behind every cock-punch into her cleavage.
His own efforts to fuck her tits even let the tip of his cock and a proud few inches stand freely outside the top of her monstrous tits. She could not help but just stared at it in amazement, as the biggest, fattest cock she had ever seen proved it's stature by prodding quite clearly out the other end of her cleavage, which was men to entrap and flood even the fattest of cocks. But that did not stop her king. No, he mad it very clear that there was no other man who could handle her and her perfect tits. Mpre than that, he could own her and her perfect body, she could tell, as his hot, pulsating cock throbbed in a way that had her wetter and slicker than any oil could have made her.
"Well?" He said with a raised eyebrow, gesturing to the unattended protruding tip. He drew his hips back further and thrusted so hard be managed to prod her in the face. "It's not gonna take care of itself."
The royal arrancar grinned dreamily at his absolute dominance, at his unwillingness to let her do nothing. She puckered up her full lips and suckled her new king's "crown" as it stood from the daring depths of her cleavage, letting her tongue slide along the underside and lovingly caress his pillar. He growled in approval and she felt herself gush freely.
Ichigo grabbed her by the hair and forced her head further down on the several inches that protruded from her tits, until she found her own face almost smothered in her own caramel rack. He didn't let go, he just forced her to treat all of it with all the love and care she could give it. Between having her face smothered between her own bouncy bosom, and having her throat blocked but and stretched out until her neck bulged outwards from the thickest piece of meat in all the worlds, Tier was ready to suffocate, but she could have died happily, being so thoroughly controlled by a worthy mate, a worthy conqueror, a worthy king!
"Such a good Queen." Ichigo groaned, as he held the fearsome queen by the head. "I'm gonna have so much fun with you. Again and again, for all eternity if I can make it happen!" His commands fueled the raging flame within her, and pumped the gushing river below her. She moaned into him as her eyes clouded over at his words, his cock, his overwhelming musk.
Even Ichigo and his monstrous cock could only last so long under the attention of the strongest, most beautiful arrancar of them all. Her worship was rewarded with a huge blast of his thick white essence, buckets upon buckets fill her mouth, but she swallows it all without hesitation, tried and tested, but not daring to let a single drop spill. It was helped by his cock having passed down her throat and having access straight to her stomach. But spill it did, flooding back up into her throat, choking her until she was force to back up and let it hose down her perfect face, and her huge, bomb tits in the sticky spunk. She immediately set to cleaning herself up, licking the cum off her face and lifting her bosom to her lips. The sight made Ichigo throb so hard he thought he was going to cum again. She did not turn her attention away from the cum that coated his iron prick, suckling on the remaining man milk until it was covered with the sheen of her saliva.
When her tits were as pristine as ever, she stood tall and sauntered seductively over to the bed, and lay on her back. She spread her legs invitingly as Ichigo took in the sight of her clean, blonde bush and her pussy, a sweet pink little flower just for him that twitched in the cool air and showed her soft, equally pink insides. She traced a finger around her supple cunt and scooped up a dollop of her own juices. The mighty arrancar brought the finger with her own nectar to her pouty mouth and licked her hand clean, hoping he could see just how much she wanted him, fingering herself as soon as her hand returned to her sweet caverns.
"Come, my king!" She moaned as she let her hand dive halfway into her cunt. "Claim your Queen!"
Ichigo grinned predatorily, and slowly strutted over to her bed, even slower than she did, and she thought she would go insane. She whined as he finally made it over, but stopped just before the mattress. He climbed on top of her, and grabbed a handful of her messy blonde hair to pull her in for a kiss, a wet, wild, hungry kiss where he rubbed his lips against her and let his tongue drag through her mouth without allowing a word of protest. Drool connected them as they pulled away, and he brought his lips close to her ear. "I'm going to knock you up now."
She smiled at this, and moaned as he gave her lobe a little nibble. He positioned his cock in between her glorious thighs and pulled back his hips until his cock was staring down the bush above Tier's glorious pussy.
He didn't give it to her just yet though.
He gripped her quivering thighs roughly and pulled her legs up until he could have placed them above her shoulders, and instead placed them tight against her own! And so he performed the ultimate breeding position, the mating press! And it's potency would soon be proven, as Ichigo finally slammed all the way into her! Inch after inch caused Harribel to gasp in pain and pleasure, but she took all of him in, every bit of cock was stuffed into her royal cunt!
It was immediately followed by the rough fucking she had only imagined herself getting, her arms wrapping around his torso and gripping onto his back so tightly they might have torn into anyone lesser, any weaker creature would have been run though by this mate gone mad with euphoria. But not the new king! Not Ichigo Kurosaki! He took it all as he pistoned into her hot, velvet cunt which worshiped him exactly as he deserved! He let his girth fill her and stretch her past limits absolute, ragged breaths leaving her lips with very piston of a fuck.
"I'm not stopping!" Ichigo declared. She wouldn't argue. She couldn't even if she wanted to. He was plowing straight to her core as her thick, meaty thighs jiggled under the force of his thrusts, and blanking out her mind. She was special. The rest were women, no doubt, but even women as proud and powerful as they were had all ended up his cum dumpsters. Tier Harribel was a queen. A queen that would live for him to cum inside, but a queen nonetheless. She already knew exactly how to treat him, and she would never fail. She was giving him exactly what he wanted and more he didn't even know. "You'd better not back out now, my Queen! I'm not going to stop, no matter how much you beg! I'm going to keep going until you have my babies! And then I'm going to keep on going after that!"
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Tier moaned and gasped. Her thoughts were clouded by lust, swept away by desire, until they were only of her king, as those of a good, well-fucked queen should be. "Breed me, let your generations lie with me! Your children will be the mightiest in ours, in all the realms!"
"That's what I want to hear." He grunted, growling as he felt his cock buzz inside of her, fit to blow a nut at this rate. "There will be no equals, no threats, no challengers, no one to oppose! It will be just us, our children, and a nice eternity of mating!" He let go of her legs and let them rest on her own thighs, wrapping his arms around her waist and squishing her voluptuous flesh close until his shoulders pressed her thighs back against her own. Her hands gripped his broad shoulders, desperate for something to hold on to.
They both felt him throb hard within her, and they both knew what it meant.
"Fill me!" Tier begged, desperately. He'd already said he was going to, but she knew he wanted to hear her beg for it. It was what he wanted, to hear his queen plead for the kind of completion that she had craved for so long. "Please! Give me your children! Let your essence drown my deepest regions!" He thrust quicker and quicker inside her, even after she orgasmed and her eyes rolled back into her head, and her velvet walls clamped down on him. His cock bulged in protest, and Tier let out one more pussy-tightening orgasm that clamped her cunt muscles around Ichigo's desperately close cunt-smasher.
At last, Ichigo came with a roar, he clung to his queen's hips as he hosed down her insides with his stud seed, Tier simply let her eyes roll back and her finely toned arms turn to jelly and fall to her side. Her legs went lose and dropped beneath them.
Eventually his monstrous orgasm subsided, and he went limp on top of her, but she did not mind. No words were exchanged between them. None needed to be.
They lay beside one another, and the king wrapped an arm around his new queen, the both of them simply basking in the afterglow, for one of whom it is the first time in a session .
As her king grinned into her hair, Tier rubbed her stomach lovingly, giddy for the progeny that would surely bring great things between them.
8 Months Later
Sereitei
"Soooo... be honest, Rukia." Renji sipped his tea, siting across from Captain Rukia Kuchiki, as of well over a year ago. "You haven't seen a trace of him at all, have you?"
"I haven't seen him at all." Rukia confirmed, shaking her head in confusion, sipping her own tea. It was very good tea. They pretty much took a sip whenever they weren't talking.
"The last I heard, he moved to Hueco Mundo after making some arrangement with their queen." Renji recalled, sipping once more, like I told you he would. "Apparently it'll minimize conflicts concerning hollows, or any spiritual anomaly that pops up. She hasn't even declared her conditions, just that she already has what she wants."
"It's confusing," the petite girl agreed, "but our leaders are grateful to have confirmation we have allies there."
Suddenly Renji stopped, causing Rukia to notice. There is a quite so loud between them they even forget to take a sip of their very good tea. "Hey, Rukia?" Renji inquired. "Speaking of missing, have you seen Rangiku lately?"
Same time
Hueco Mundo
Ichigo sat on a white marble throne, smirking as he let his smoldering gaze roam over his pregnant pride of mates. To think, there was a time they were mostly distant allies, many of whom hadn't even known each other. It was amazing, the things being a sisterhood of broodmares did for familiarity
On his right armrest sat Tier, his queen, who whispered ambitions and words of love and lust to her king, all while cradling her immensely swollen stomach affectionately.
Rangiku sat on his left armrest, trying desperately to draw her master and ruler's attention with her massive, pale udders, which had become swollen with her milk, her belly swollen with his babies.
Clutching his right leg was the now feral and very pregnant Yoruichi, his pet kitten purring in delight as she nuzzled her masters testicles.
Hikufune clutched his left leg, mashing it between her breasts, which had become so overgrown they practically anchored her to that spot. She contented herself with
Nelliel sat between his legs, sucking his cock. Her belly jostled with his kin, and her foggy, hazel eyes gazed up at him lovingly
Behind his throne were Lisa and Mashiro, trying to become closer to their king, mashing their more modest breasts into his sides, desperate for their turn to become pregnant. It would come soon, to be certain, but the waiting drove them insane.
Not far from his throne, sat Sung-sun, Mila Rose, and Appachi, their stomachs swollen and ripe with his child, yet their eyes were still fogged with desire, and their pussies leaked freely. These three were Ichigo's servants, and as such were always the last to feel their king.
Turning his head to Rangiku and casually drinking from the now elated cow's breast, Ichigo took delight and privilege in tasting her milk, knowing soon enough he would have to allow it for his children, so that they may grow healthy and strong.
Tier' next whisper was a question, as her King's grin was now wider, his lips dribbling with a milk. "What are you thinking now, your majesty?"
Removing his lips from his whining pet, Ichigo looks at her, and simply says. "It's good to be the king."