Pairing: Pretty much all the hot guys are after Ichigo, but it will end up being Starrk x Ichigo with mention of past Kenpachi x Ichigo.
Summary: Ichigo is the heir to the throne in the kingdom of Karakura and is openly gay. His father decides that (without Ichigo's consent) Ichigo should be turned into a woman so that he could still inherit the throne and pass on his genes. Of course Ichigo has to go through all the suitors first and find the right one… Idea by Katrina Tora. Set in modern times.
Contains: Yaoi, het (when Ichigo is female), explicit sex, violence, cursing, anal.
This is a companion fic to a one shot that FuzziBunniez wrote which has the same beginning as mine, but a different ending where femIchi ends up on a deserted island with the semes. Please go check it out! Fuzzi writes the best femIchi and actually keeps him in character for it.
Beta'd by the beta-ninja Warrior Nun- merci!
Long Live the Queen
"MY BEAUTIFUL DAUGHTER HAS AWAKENED!!!" King Isshin screeched as he leapt for his son Ichigo who was grumpy and disgruntled at having to deal with his father this early in the morning.
"I'm a man, damn it!" Ichigo yelled back and dodged his father's tackle which sent him flying into the wall. His mother chuckled and walked over to him gracefully with her elegant skirt softly whispering.
"Don't mind your father," she said sweetly and patted his bright orange hair similar to her strawberry blond locks. "Ever since he found out your preference for men, he has been like this."
Ichigo didn't figure it out himself until recently. He was sparring with one of the castle guards, Kenpachi, when the strong man had kissed him. Ichigo was shocked and appalled at first and went out of his way to avoid him until Kenpachi managed to find him. They had an explosive fight in the hallway which led to a passionate kiss which took Ichigo's breath away.
Before Ichigo could even think, he and Kenpachi were in his room and he was sprawled on his bed underneath the other man. Kenpachi wasted no time in ripping his clothes off and roughly stretched his virgin entrance. Ichigo was surprised his screams and yelps didn't draw any attention, but maybe they assumed he and Kenpachi were just fighting still.
He had sex for the first time with him. It wasn't what he expected with the quickness and pain, but the pleasure was overwhelming and it was the best thing he had ever felt. Afterward Kenpachi had held him in his arms and made up for the harsh sex with soft kisses and murmured endearments.
"Just because I'm into men, doesn't mean I'm a woman," Ichigo responded sourly and crossed his arms over his chest with a scowl. Masaki chuckled and walked with him into the large dining hall of their castle where only the royal family got to eat. His younger sisters Karin and Yuzu were already there, eating fruit while sipping tea.
"Goat-face is at it again, I see," Karin muttered, making Ichigo laugh at the endearing epithet and then lean over to peck Yuzu on the head.
"Does he ever stop?" Ichigo asked with a raised eyebrow and took his seat as Isshin burst in again.
He rolled his eyes and took a gulp of his freshly-squeezed orange juice which was already set out for him. Ichigo stopped half way through the glass as he tasted something… funny. He shrugged it off, however, and finished it quickly. He didn't eat much for breakfast and his mom nagged him about having something to give him energy.
He was just standing up from the table when a wave of dizziness hit him. It was so strong he stumbled and he heard his family call out to him in concern when he blacked out and knew no more.
When he woke again he was tucked into his bed with his mother sitting beside him in a chair, reading. He blinked in confusion and sat up, feeling strange for some reason. Before he could identify why his mother noticed he was awake.
"Ichigo!" She stood up and leaned down to hug him tightly. "I was worried about you… your father can be such an imbecile sometimes."
"What happened?" Ichigo asked in confusion and Masaki bit her lower lip, something that Ichigo had only seen when he was nervous or stressed out. "Mom?"
"I'm sorry, sweetie, but apparently it's irreversible." She grabbed his hand and squeezed it, making Ichigo feel even more apprehensive. "Isshin thought he was doing you a favor because you are still expected to marry and produce an heir despite your preference… so he put something in your drink without talking to you about it first."
Ichigo felt horrified as it slowly added up in his mind. He knew his father had been increasing the budget for scientific research and application with that crazy genius Urahara, but would he really go that far? They had been discussing the possibility of it for years, but Ichigo didn't think-
"He turned you into a girl."
Ichigo leapt off the bed and the sheet slipped off of him to reveal his new body. He was still the same height of 5'9" and he was just as muscular, but now he had round, full breasts. He also didn't have a dick anymore. Ichigo was in a state of shock as he ran to the mirror and looked at his naked body. His waist was slightly narrower and his hips wider, but other than that and his boobs (did he mention he also didn't have a dick?) he looked the same.
"N-no…" Ichigo stuttered and turned to look at his mom who wrapped a robe around his- her shoulders. "I want to change back!" She cried and Masaki sighed sadly.
"I said before that it's irreversible," Masaki said and stroked her daughter's short hair, wondering to herself how beautiful it would look when she grew it out. "I'm so sorry, but perhaps you can make the best of it."
Ichigo just wanted to cry.
…
Despite Masaki's reassuring words and sympathy, the first thing she did was buy Ichigo a whole new wardrobe. Ichigo was forced to wear more feminine clothing. Although she didn't have to wear skirts and dresses all the time (in these modern times women didn't typically do so, as well), she did have to wear clothes tailored to suit her new body better.
Kenpachi didn't seem to mind her new body what so every. In fact, he had been practically begging Ichigo to let him 'try it out.' Well, not begging really. It was more along the lines of stalking Ichigo wherever she went and demanding fights which inevitably lead to Ichigo spread out underneath Kenpachi.
Ichigo refused, though. She was still freaked out about it and she really didn't want to find out what sex felt like from a female perspective. Kenpachi managed to get a finger inside of her before she could push him away and it felt weird. Not like when Kenpachi had fingered her ass before, and she didn't wait long enough to find out if it was good or bad.
Her new body drew attention from others as well. Grimmjow Jeagerjaques, a long time rival of Ichigo's, was also interested in his so called 'prey.' Nnoitra Jiruga, the tall, lanky man who was the advisor Aizen Sousuke's underling had also taken to following her around and making lewd comments.
Then there was Starrk Coyote, another royal guard. He didn't so much stalk her as simply…show up wherever she was. It wasn't even showing up, really, but he just happened to take naps at places she went frequently. He didn't even wake up when she got there, although she swore she felt his eyes on her when he was supposedly asleep.
Starrk's presence was very unwelcome at first. He made her uncomfortable and fidgety. Soon she got used to him and it felt natural to have Starrk around her in the background. Most of the time he slept, or pretended to, but more and more often he made a point to say something to her. It wasn't just mindless flattery, either, but tips on her form when she was sparring or a comment about her younger sisters. It was… nice.
His twin sister, Lilinette, said that he was a lazy bum, so Ichigo didn't think much of the extremely attractive man who- wait, scratch that thought. She didn't want to deal with any sort of romance at the moment.
Unfortunately, her father had other plans for her. Ichigo was already at the appropriate marriage age of 22 and Isshin was getting old. Well, he wasn't that old, but he did whimper about it a lot and his advisors thought it would be best if Ichigo married someone so she could have time to get used to it and prepare for her future station.
She had to get married in a month's time. Ichigo was not happy. The only person she even had a sort of relationship with was Kenpachi and that was just sex. She couldn't imagine him being the leader of an entire country… she had her people to think about.
That is how Isshin came up with the idea to have a competition for Ichigo's hand in marriage. Ichigo was hesitant about it at first, but her mom and her sisters ended up talking her into it. They knew that whoever married Ichigo would have to be strong enough to keep up with her.
That was how Ichigo ended up sitting on her throne with a scowl on her face, staring down at the arena where the competition was being held. She had kept her hair short because long hair irritated her and got in her way. Through Masaki and Yuzu's insistence, however, she did style it and pin it in bobby pins so it looked more 'feminine.' She wore a light blue v-neck t-shirt which clung to her new curves and knee length gypsy skirt because of the heat.
More than a thousand men signed up for the competition, but they had already been swindled down to 20 in the preliminaries. Ichigo didn't recognize some of the names, but she did a few. Kenpachi, Nnoitra, Grimmjow, Renji, Jirotoshi, Shinji, Kensei, Gin, Shuuhei… Starrk. Most of them she considered to be her friends and she wondered how long they had wanted her as something more, or if they just wanted to be the next king of Karakura.
That was a depressing thought.
The competition was set up so that all the competitors fought each other once. If they lost more than half of the time, then they were out. There was only Kenpachi, Nnoitra, Grimmjow, Jirotoshi and Starrk left now. Ichigo didn't know who she wanted to win and her chest tightened at the sudden realization that whoever won was going to be her husband.
Kenpachi and Starrk, the last two competitors, faced off with each other. They each had been fighting for a long time and they were exhausted, but there would be no breaks for them. It was a test of endurance, as well as strength and fighting ability.
The crowd had fallen deathly silent and Ichigo was on the edge of her seat as she stared down at them fighting. The sound of their swords clanging against each other echoed and she winced at the ringing which seemed to reverberate in her body.
A body fell to the ground, unconscious from blood loss and numerous wounds. Starrk Coyote was the victor.
Ichigo swallowed thickly. She was going to get married. She wasn't ready for it and she was scared as hell… Starrk wasn't a bad guy, but she barely even knew him! Sure he was attractive, strong, nice, and easy to talk to, however… Ichigo couldn't figure out a bad thing about the situation. She might as well make the best of it.
Starrk made his way up to the stand above the arena and Ichigo flushed as he knelt in front of her. "Princess," Starrk murmured and took Ichigo's hand to press a kiss to the back of it, making Ichigo scowl. Unseen by Ichigo's parents and the spectators, Starrk's other hand rested on Ichigo's ankle and slid up her calf. Ichigo jerked in response and tried to pull away, but Starrk only held on tighter and stared up at her with those gray eyes as cool as glaciers.
Ichigo glared and then frowned as he studied his injuries which were more serious than she originally thought. His left eye had a large cut on it and he couldn't even open it anymore. He also had several more wounds covering his body, but it looked like the one on his eye was the worse.
Ichigo grabbed her handkerchief as was custom and gave her champion the token. Starrk took it delicately in his hand and stood, pulling her with him. Ichigo bit her lip to keep from protesting and stepped with him to the rail of the stand to present her and her fiancé to their subjects.
They screamed their pleasure and cheered while Starrk began to lean heavily against Ichigo. Ichigo knew he needed a doctor soon and she gave the crowd a curtsey before leading Starrk out of the stand, leaving her parents to deal with the rest. Starrk slumped against her completely as soon as they got in the corridor, making Ichigo grunt and almost stumble.
"Come on, bastard, it's only a little further," Ichigo muttered and braced his body weight with hers. She guided him all the way to the infirmary where some of the other competitors were being taken care of as well. Unohana, Ichigo's private physician ever since her…change, rushed to help Starrk onto one of the free beds. She clicked her tongue as she studied the damage and shook her head.
Ichigo moved to get out of the way, but Starrk grabbed her hand and wouldn't let go. She looked down at him in frustration and he cracked his good eye open to look at her. "Stay," he murmured softly and she frowned before sighing heavily and taking a seat next to the bed.
When Unohana came back she didn't even bat an eye at their entwined hands and went about healing him. "You probably won't be able to see out of this eye again," she commented as she took care of his injuries. Starrk didn't say anything in response and a glance at his face revealed to Ichigo that he was asleep.
Ichigo snorted and Unohana glanced at her with a smile. "You two will be good for each other," she said confidently. Ichigo gave her a feeble grin in return and exhaled loudly.
Right…
…
The wedding was set two months away so they had enough time to plan it and so Ichigo and Starrk could take the time to get to know each other. For Ichigo, it was just prolonging the torture of having to wait for the wedding. She just wanted to get it over with… Maybe. It was both frightening and somewhat alluring. Ichigo couldn't deny that Starr was a handsome man and it wasn't like she was a virgin, but then again in some ways she was. She hasn't had sex in her new body yet, so she was sort of like a virgin as a female.
UGH! This was so confusing. Although Ichigo was technically a 'she' now, it was very hard to refer to himself- herself as such. She was still the same person- the same scowling, bad-tempered, irritable person who just had a new reason to be even more pissed off.
Starrk didn't seem to mind Ichigo's personality, or the way she fought against those around her who tried to make her more feminine. In fact he seemed to enjoy that Ichigo was spunky and he loved to run his fingers through Ichigo's short hair. Ichigo always tried to bat him away, but Starrk just wrapped an arm around her and nuzzled her neck. Ichigo refused to admit that she liked it, even the slightest bit.
Starrk really did like to cuddle. Whenever he wasn't sleeping (or even when he was) he would wrap an arm around Ichigo's waist and hold her close despite Ichigo's protests. Ichigo ended up giving in, although it could be viewed as 'improper' that they were so close. However, it was always out in the open like on the couch or sunny hill Starrk liked to nap on. In any case, they were going to be married and some sort of 'improper' behavior was to be expected and even condoned.
Other than cuddling, Starrk was a really touchy-feely person. Ichigo was surprised with this, actually. She always figured that Starrk was so laid back that he wouldn't put any effort into a relationship, but Starrk pursued her with enthusiasm that she didn't expect. Granted, Starrk still slept a lot and lazed about, but more often than not he made a point to fall asleep on Ichigo. He stayed near Ichigo quite a bit, even when Ichigo was busy doing something else. Which was sometimes irritating and distracting to Ichigo, who found herself paying more attention to Starrk than what she was supposed to be.
Like at the moment, Ichigo was going through different battle strategies with Urahara, who she was still very pissed at for turning him- her into a girl. Urahara was enthusiastically reenacting the battle of the Northern Bridge, complete with sound affects and plastic toy army soldiers. Ichigo failed to see why this was something important she should know other than the moral which was directing your entire army onto a very unstable bride was not a good idea.
Part of her reason for her absent-minded thoughts was probably the man beside her. Starrk, the bastard. How dare he lean his head against her shoulder and put his arm around her waist. How dare he rub his nose against her through which was…very… ticklish…
"Stop it!" Ichigo snapped and shoved Starrk roughly away from her. His one eye blinked slowly and Urahara stopped his vibrating-lip machine gun sounds to giggle at the 'happily engaged couple.'
"Are you done yet?" Starrk asked and stretched slowly with a yawn. Ichigo tried to ignore the flash of skin she got from Starrk's bare stomach when his shirt rode up. Starrk draped an arm around Ichigo's shoulder and she huffed, elbowing his side. Starrk grunted and gave her a wounded look that she ignored.
"Are we done?" Ichigo echoed Starrk and Urahara flicked his fan at them dismissively. Ichigo bolted to the door, but Starrk moved quicker. He snagged her by the waist and threw Ichigo over his shoulder, making Ichigo curse and beat at his back.
"God damn it, Starrk!" Ichigo cursed and Starrk ignored her words in favor of squeezing her leg suggestively.
"I'm hungry," Starrk mumbled and reluctantly let go of Ichigo's leg to set her down.
He tugged her against his side and held her there tightly. Ichigo kept her mouth shut, no matter how much she wanted to just punch him. She was kind of hungry, too, and food sounded good after putting up with Urahara for so long. So she allowed Starrk, her fiancé, to lead her down into the kitchens. Thankfully Matsumoto and Orihime weren't there- they always made the worse concoctions.
She didn't even realize at first that Starrk had moved their hands to that they were entwined. She didn't bother to protest, she just hid her flushed cheeks by turning away. Starrk wisely said nothing, although a soft smile crossed his lips at Ichigo acting so adorable. He really did love the man- although technically he was a woman now… the gender didn't matter to Starrk, anyway.
…
Although the wait was painful, the day of the wedding came much sooner than she expected. It was elaborate and extravagant- something she hated, but put up with only because it was expected and her mother and Yuzu seemed to enjoy (as well as secretly Karin).
Ichigo was forced into a/n (off) white and flowing dress just as elaborate and extravagant as the wedding. Her female friends Orihime, Rukia and Yachiru (who was still pouting about Ken-chan's loss) cooed over her and fussed with her hair and her clothing. Ichigo tried not to feel nervous, but her palms were clammy and her tongue felt dry and swollen.
"You look so beautiful, Ichigo!" Orihime gushed happily despite her initial disappointment that Ichigo was no longer male.
Ichigo tried not to scowl at her proclamation and Rukia had to hide her sniggers behind her hand. "Thank you," Ichigo said very grudgingly and took a deep breath as the wedding commenced. She was ushered into position and her 'maids' walked out in front as she waited anxiously. Then she started the long walk down the aisle and her breath caught in her throat at the sight of Starrk at the end.
He looked very handsome in his tailored suit and even the eye patch he wore over his ruined eye looked fancy. He was half-turned toward Ichigo and the second he saw her, a soft smile crossed his face. She stepped up beside him and he lifted her veil pinned to her bright orange hair to look down at her beautiful face.
Ichigo barely remembered anything about the ceremony or the vows… she remembered the words 'I do' and then a kiss, softly pressed to her lips that were too much and not enough. His tongue didn't enter her mouth, but he pressed tightly against hers and coaxed her lips to fall open with a light lick. It ended too quickly with cheers and applauds from the guests.
The rest of the afternoon was like walking through a hazy dream. She thanked her mother for forcing her to go through the dance lessons now because otherwise she would be falling over her feet. Starrk lead her slowly through the dances, whether it was a slow song or a fast one. They never took their eyes off each other, not matter how much Ichigo wanted to bury her face in his chest to try and hide her expression.
Night was close and Ichigo knew what would happen when it came. Not the honeymoon, not yet. First they boarded a plane and set off to the Bahamas where they would stay for a week, relaxing with their body guards surrounding them in an 'inconspicuous' manner. Ichigo was happy to be out of her dress and into some normal clothes for the flight, though. She was also happy that they didn't have to consummate the marriage before they left.
The plane was actually a large (and lavish) jet that they had all to themselves other than the numerous servants that Ichigo and Starrk were forced to take with them, but they were in a different section than the newlyweds' private one. Starrk sat beside Ichigo the entire way, holding her close and sleeping on her most of the time. Ichigo found she didn't mind and relaxed into the warmth and protection she felt emanating from him.
It reminded her a little bit of Kenpachi, which was a comparison she tried hard not to make. But Kenpachi was never this still. He liked to touch and hold Ichigo after they had sex, but he also liked to do other stuff that usually involved fighting and blood.
Ichigo liked Starrk. It wasn't an entirely bad thing because she was going to spend the rest of her life with him, but it also scared her because she had never been in love before.
Starrk stirred in his seat and opened his eyes, blinking at Ichigo who was staring out the window with her usual scowl. He smiled and reached a hand up to stroke her hair. When she turned to look at him he kissed her. It wasn't like the kiss at the wedding signaling the start of their marriage, oh no. This one was needy and passionate. He poured his lust and want for her into it and pressed her firmly against her seat with his hands wandering over her sides.
Ichigo made a strangled noise into the kiss and tensed with a gasp when Starrk slid his hand around to her back and dipped into the back of her jeans.
"You have done it here before, haven't you?" Starrk asked when he pulled away, leaving her flushed and panting. His fingers found her puckered hole and Ichigo's hips bucked upward to try and escape from it. He pulled his hand away slowly and stared deeply into Ichigo's brown eyes with the question reflected within them. "With Kenpachi?"
"Yes," Ichigo mumbled in embarrassment and wanted to shift away from Starrk and his gray eye which seemed to peer into her soul.
"But not here, right?" He pressed his palm against her crotch and Ichigo flinched.
"Stop that!" She snapped and tried to push his hand away but was surprised when he wouldn't budge an inch. He continued to stare at her with a serious expression on her face. "I've never done it there, okay!?"
Starrk's expression relaxed and he kissed the tip of her nose, making Ichigo wrinkle it with a huff. "Then I shall be your first," he murmured and instead of pulling his hand away, rubbing his thumb against the jeans in just the right spot so it made Ichigo feel a spark of pleasure. "I will take you wherever he took you and claim your body for myself."
"It's my body," Ichigo said and her brown eyes flashed. She reached down quickly and squeezed his expression through his pants, making him inhale sharply. Instead of pushing her away he covered the hand with his free one while still moving his thumb.
"You're mine and I am yours," he whispered and began to move her hand. Ichigo didn't even try to pull away. "I don't mean it in a demeaning way."
"I know," Ichigo said under her breath and tried to get her hand back, but instead Starrk dragged her into his lap and ground their crotches together. "Ah!" Ichigo cried out in pleasure and turned red in embarrassment. Starrk didn't laugh at her, however, and instead gazed at her with so much lust and adoration she felt uncomfortable.
She rocked her hips to distract both of them and soon they were just dry-humping while their mouths were occupied with each other's neck and whatever else skin they could find.
"We'll be landing in- oh, sorry…" One of the flight attendants walked in on them and Starrk gave the woman a glare that made her turn white. Ichigo would have been sympathetic if she hadn't sent her own cold look.
The ride to the hotel seemed to take forever and they didn't get to enjoy the sights properly because they were horny and on edge for sex. While they checked into their room in record time their luggage was brought up so they wouldn't be disturbed for anything once they put the sign on the handle proclaiming just that.
Starrk carried Ichigo over the threshold into the extravagant suite. Ichigo didn't even get a chance to admire it, however, because the first thing Starrk did was to kiss Ichigo senseless and head straight for the bedroom. Rose petals were scattered around the room and on the canopy bed that Starrk lowered her on to. Ichigo wrapped his arms around Starrk and held him tightly as they kissed. She knew that as soon as Starrk pulled away the consummation would begin and she was still scared and nervous.
Starrk tried to pull away, but Ichigo wouldn't let him. He growled into the kiss and Ichigo gasped as hands pushed under her shirt and went right for the clasp of her bra. Ichigo moaned and squirmed underneath Starrk, breathing quickly as Starrk's hands cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples.
She forgot why she was supposed to be keeping him from doing something and relaxed her hold so Starrk could move more freely. Starrk immediately pulled her shirt over her head and Ichigo shivered as the air caressed her bare body and made her nipples harden. Starrk's mouth sought one of them and he took it into his mouth, making her gasp and arch into him.
"Starrk!" She said in surprise and pleasure and he just barely applied his teeth, making her groan. He was already undoing her jeans and it happened so quickly she didn't even notice that Starrk had undressed her completely. Hands ran up and down her sides and she shifted underneath Starrk, conscious of her nakedness. It wasn't like she wasn't self confident, but she just felt so exposed.
She decided to even the playing field and slipped her hands underneath his shirt. Her mouth watered at the feeling of his hard muscles and she eagerly took off his shirt to get a better look. One thing she always liked about Kenpachi was his muscles, and Starrk definitely had some despite his deceptively un-bulky frame.
Ichigo could help but lift her head and taste his clavicle. He hissed and then suddenly he was pulling away from her. Ichigo opened her mouth to protest, but it went dry when Starrk pushed down his pants and his fundoshi. She had felt him through his pants before, but she never would have guessed his size. He was above average in length and thickness, but he wasn't monstrous like her previous lover's. She imagined it inside of her and a tremor went through her.
Starrk eased himself back on the bed and in between Ichigo's legs with a smug look on his face that Ichigo hadn't seen before. He shifted Ichigo so she was more comfortable with her head on the soft pillows and kissed the hollow of her throat. His fingers stroked the soft orange curls of her mound and Ichigo had to force herself not to tense. One of them slipped inside of her and she flinched slightly despite the lack of pain.
She noticed now that she was wet, down there, and it felt like an itch she needed to scratch. Or rather, one that Starrk needed to scratch. Another finger joined the first and Starrk pushed them as deeply as he could while wiggling them around. Ichigo winced in discomfort this time and fisted the sheets to distract herself from it.
Starrk pressed a kiss against her lips and Ichigo followed his mouth as he pulled away, making Starrk grin and Ichigo scowl. He reached over to the nightstand to grab the box of condoms which had been oh so graciously put there by a member of their staff. Neither of them was ready for children yet and they didn't want there to be any accidents.
He tore the wrapper with his teeth and then pulled it out. Ichigo couldn't help but watch as he rolled it down on his cock, leaving some space at the tip for when he came. Starrk saw Ichigo watching and his gray eye flashed with lust that sent a surge of heat in between her legs.
Starrk didn't once look away from her as he moved into a more comfortable position in between her legs. He lifted her hips to tuck a smaller pillow underneath her back to make her more comfortable. Ichigo smiled nervously at his care for her, but it fell when he braced one of his hands by her side while the other guided his erection to her entrance.
He didn't just thrust in right away for which Ichigo was very grateful. Instead he rubbed the head of his cock against her folds and the nub that gave her so much pleasure. She tilted her head back and Starrk feasted on her mouth hungrily as he slipped inside. Ichigo's eyes snapped open and she cried out into the kiss while she twisted her head away.
"Starrk…" She whimpered nervously, not expecting the sharp pain that accompanied the penetration. "Ah! Wait a sec," she pleaded as he continued to slide inside of her. Starrk actually trembled at the request from the restraint he had to exercise. Ichigo squirmed and winced as she tried to get used to it, making Starrk's breath quicken.
"I gotta move, Ichigo," Starrk mumbled almost pleadingly and Ichigo bit her lower lip before nodding. She reached above her head and grabbed the bed's head board to ground herself as Starrk thrust in the rest of the way.
"AH!" Ichigo called out at the abruptness and her legs clamped around Starrk's waist. Starrk hissed in pleasure from sinking into her tight depths and the way she quivered around him. He fit inside of her perfectly and when he had finally sunk in to the hilt she made a keening sound that he muffled with his mouth.
He didn't wait for her to adjust to the stretch because he wanted to hurry up and make her feel pleasure in order to forget about the pain. She yelped into the kiss and shoved Starrk away with a glare.
"I told you I've never done this before you-"
He changed his angle just slightly and slammed into her hard enough for the large, heavy bed to crash into the wall from the power of it. Ichigo actually screamed in pleasure from it and her nails which were thankfully bitten to the quick clawed at his chest.
"Oh, Starrk!" She said his name in a way that made his cock throb with desire and he rubbed his thumb over her nub to heighten her pleasure. She trembled as she reached up for the eye patch that he still wore and he stiffened, pulling away before she could do so. She frowned at this in hurt confusion and Starrk could actually feel her desire lessen because of it. He quickly grabbed her hand and guided it back to his face with a smile.
"I didn't mean that, Ichigo," Starrk said softly and released her hand to push her legs up slightly. "It's ugly, not something you want to see."
"I want to see all of you," Ichigo said firmly and her fingers slipped under the fancy eye patch. "You belong to me, after all, so isn't it my right?" She pulled it off and Starrk grimaced, fully prepared for her to pull away or make an expression of disgust. Instead, however, she leaned up and kissed the scarred tissue.
Starrk growled at this reaction. It was a deep, throaty sound which sent tingles down Ichigo's spin and right to her crotch. Starrk suddenly flipped her onto her side and pushed her leg up toward her chest as he pistoned in and out of her.
"It's too much!" Ichigo pleaded as her climax began to overtake her. Starrk's finger worked her nub and she let out an almost silent scream as he back arched. She tightened around him to an almost unimaginable level and twitched in a way that sent him over the edge. Her tight passage coaxed his orgasm from him thoroughly and he wondered how it would feel to have nothing in between their organs one day. He looked forward to it.
He carefully slipped out of her, making Ichigo wince at the discomfort. He frowned at the blood he found coating his condom in a fine layer, but some blood was to be expected for her first time. He sighed heavily and threw it away to take Ichigo into his arms and cuddle her close.
"I love you," he murmured to her and nuzzled her bright orange hair that still had an array of bobby pins in it from the wedding.
Ichigo hesitated and then returned the sentiment with a blush, "I love you, too."
Starrk beamed and kissed her deeply and passionately while his hand fumbled for something on the bedside table. He snagged it and Ichigo pulled away to see what it was in curiosity.
"Lube?" Ichigo asked in confusion and glanced into Starrk's mischievous eye. "Why…"
"I told you I would claim all of your body for myself to erase any trace Kenpachi left on you," Starrk said possessively and Ichigo shuddered, clutching at Starrk's chest as he began to finger her tight puckered hole.
"It's been awhile, Starrk," she said with a whimper and looked up at him through her orange lashes. "Just- just be careful."
"Of course," Starrk said as he turned her onto her stomach and tucked the pillow underneath her hips again. "I'm not using a condom," he told her just before his lube-covered cock pushed inside of her.
"AH!!!" Ichigo cried out as his thick cock popped past the first ring of resistance and her back bowed up into him. He peppered kisses over her back and shoulders along with flicks up his tongue and bite marks and hickies that soon decorated her body.
"You're so perfect, Ichi," Starrk purred as he moved in and out of Ichigo. Ichigo bit on the knuckle of her finger to keep from making all the noises that crept up her throat. It had been awhile and her ass felt tender and raw from Starrk's rough actions. She had to stifle a yelp when he gave a particularly hard thrust and he stopped his action. He frowned and leaned over to look Ichigo in the eye.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm f-fine," Ichigo stuttered and shifted underneath Starrk to push against him for more body heat. "I'm just used to that thing inside me back there that gives me pleasure, but I don't have it with this body…" She trailed off and Starrk nibbled at her neck.
"The prostate?" He asked and she nodded. A second later she was flat on her back with Starrk still buried inside of her and three fingers inside of her crevasse.
"Ngh! Starrk, you bastard!" She yelled, but her hips twitched to get more of the sudden pleasure.
It felt so damn good and even Starrk's cock up her ass made it somehow erotic. The slight pain itself seemed to be the thing that tipped her over for the second time that night. Starrk came inside of her and it was an experience for the both of them. The warm wetness wasn't something Ichigo was used to because with her previous lover she always made him wear a condom or pull out, except for that first time. Starrk enjoyed it as well because with the condom it wasn't as pleasurable. It was still the best damn thing he had ever felt before, but the condom did take away some of the sensitivity.
"Did you like that Ichigo?" Starrk asked curiously and Ichigo cracked open an eye to smile at him.
"I did, but I think I'm going to wait a few minutes before we go again."
"Let's take a bath," Starrk said suddenly and scooped her in his arms. There's room enough for two."
Needless to say, the consummation for the marriage took the entire week for vacation and Starrk ended up needed to carry her onto the plane.
Six years passed in their happy marriage and she bore a son that they named Titekubo. Starrk had loosened up enough to actually spar with Ichigo now without worrying about it too much, which Ichigo really liked, because fighting got her horny.
Their son was two years old when it happened, and it was understandably confusing for him because he always thought his mom was a, well, mom.
Ichigo woke up one morning feeling different. She rolled over in Starrk's arms and nuzzled his bare chest while she thought about it. She brushed it from her mind, though, when she noticed his morning wood and thought wicked thoughts. She peeled back the covers and was just about to deep throat him when she noticed.
Holy fucking shit he was a he again.
"STARRK!" Ichigo yelled and shook him, making him wake up grudgingly.
"What is it, love?" He mumbled and Ichigo was struck by a sudden fear that Starrk wouldn't want him anymore now that he was male… but it was too late to hide it because Starrk was wide awake and starring at his flat chest and cock.
"You're… male again?" Starrk asked in confusion and Ichigo felt about ready to cry when his legs were instantly spread apart and there were two lubricated fingers shoved inside of him.
"UWAH!!!" Ichigo's back arched and his legs quivered while fire and lightening shot through his body.
"You get me so fucking hard," Starrk said and he pulled his fingers out to slather his cock in lubrication and didn't even wait before he was buried inside of Ichigo. Ichigo screamed again and Starrk wrapped his hand still slick from lube around his cock to pump him wildly.
It was painful at first with the quick prep and rough entrance, but it was also refreshing. He had gotten used to being female and he didn't know how much he missed being male until Starrk hit his prostate and pumped his erection.
"Oh god oh god oh god oh god," Ichigo couldn't stop chanting it as he dug his nails into the pillow and shoved his hips back to meet him. "STARRK!!!!!" It was one of the fastest times both of them had come, but neither of them complained as Starrk stayed inside of him in the same position, looking down at Ichigo with lust still in his eyes.
"I guess you don't care I'm male again," Ichigo said with a laugh and Starrk answered by rolling his hips. "A-ah f-fuck!" Ichigo cursed and then they were going again.
Long Live the Queen.
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Whew! That was over 7000 words, so I hoped you all enjoyed it!!! Just a reminder that FuzziBunniez is doing a sort of companion fic to this one which instead ends up with femIchi on a deserted island with the semes XD You guys should go check it out! She is going to be starting a femIchi collection of stories as well.
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