Chapter 10: Ichigo's Training
IchigoXOrihimeXFemAizen

A.N.: I should preface this immediately since I forgot to mention it in previous chapters: This story disregards the Thousand Year Blood War Arc as well as all of the developments revealed during the arc. Like most people I don't hold the final arc up with much regard so no: Yhwach will not be riding in on his OP high-horse.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
Warning: Lemon! Threesome! Genderbender! Bit Yuri!

The Next Day
Hueco Mundo

Ichigo and Orihime followed Ulquiorra down the hallway. The Arrancar had fetched them as soon as the two friends had woken up, letting them get dressed before taking them to the bathhouse the Espadas used to bathe. After cleaning themselves up, Ulquiorra guided the two into the heart of Hueco Mundo.

Reaching a pair of doors, Ulquiorra gestured for the two to step inside. "Through here," the Arrancar said. "These are Lady Aizen's personal training chambers." And with that the Espada left, leaving Ichigo and Orihime. The two friends looked at each other and shrugged before entering the chamber.

The Lady of Las Noches was waiting for them, standing in the middle of the sparring circle. "Good morning, Ichigo, Orihime," she greeted as the two walked over to her. "Did you sleep well?"

The two looked at each other awkwardly before nodding. "Yeah," Ichigo replied.

Aizen gave the two teens a small smile. She knew of their intimate night together after she caught Gin spying on them….

Aizen walked into the monitoring room, amused to see Gin leering over the monitor showing Ichigo and Orihime's room. Though the two might have felt perturbed at being spied on, nothing happened in Las Noches that didn't have Aizen's eye on it. "Gin, that's a terrible habit," she teased as she stood next to him, watching as Ichigo and Orihime had sex.

"One question?" Gin said as he continuously pushed buttons. "Where the hell is the recording button? I want to make copies of this and sell them to the Espada!"

Aizen merely chuckled before turning away, letting Gin have his fun.

"Before we begin," Aizen started, "Ichigo, remove your shihakusho. I know of what has been done to you but I need to see the damage firsthand."

Ichigo was hesitant to disrobe in front of her but knew he was too far down the rabbit hole to turn back now. He removed his top, revealing his scarred torso to the villain. Aizen's eyes narrowed as she examined her new protégé's body. "Why?" Ichigo asked out of curiosity. Orihime stood several feet away, her eyes looking at Aizen with weary.

The woman circled Ichigo and frowned. "It is worse than I feared. Unohana and Isane didn't fully heal you at all. They simply healed your body to the point where it wouldn't fall apart. As you are, you'll never survive the coming battles ahead." Walking back to Ichigo's front, she gestured to Orihime. "Luckily for us both, our dear Orihime's powers far exceed even Captain Unohana's healing abilities."

Orihime blinked. "Really? How?" she asked, confusion written all over her face.

"I've watched your progress several times, Orihime," Aizen explained. "Your power isn't something as simple as healing. Your mantra is "I Reject", correct?" When Orihime nodded, Aizen continued, "That correlates to your powers. You don't heal. You reject any and all damage to it. It is a power that defies all logic and even goes against the laws set by the gods," she gestured back to Ichigo. "And it is that same power that will restore Ichigo back to his previous state."

"Can't I start training now?" Ichigo asked.

Aizen shook her head. "Out of the question. Your body is too damaged. The Soul Reapers healed you just to the point where you can stand on your own two feet without being in agonizing pain. And in order for you to power up to the level the captains are at, you need to be in your peak condition. Orihime," she gestured. "If you'll begin?"

Nodding, Orihime readied her hairpins. When Aizen had first returned her hairpins she quickly summoned her Shun Shun Rikka sprites to make sure they were unharmed.

"Sōten Kisshun," Orihime began, forming a barrier around Ichigo. "Ichigo, I Reject."

Aizen watched quietly as the scars on Ichigo's chest faded one by one. Ichigo could feel strength return to him, strength he'd felt had been robbed by Byakuya Kuchiki. Orihime concentrated with all her might, wanting Ichigo back to normal.

A full hour passed before Orihime stopped her healing. By then Ichigo was as good as new without a scratch on him. He flexed his hand and his spiritual pressure flared, back at full power. "Amazing," Ichigo murmured as he stared down at himself. He'd gotten used to the sight of his maimed, defiled body that it was almost as if Orihime had cleansed him completely, no marks of shame on him whatsoever.

"Isn't it?" Aizen said, walking up behind Orihime and putting her hands on the teen's shoulders. "Orihime's powers are far beyond what Kisuke led you two to believe; much like your own powers, Ichigo."

"Yeah, about that," Ichigo said while putting his top back on. "Back when I fought Byakuya, she used something that I'd never seen before. I think she called it…Bankai?"

Stepping away from Orihime, Aizen nodded. "Correct. It is the second and final release of a zanpakuto. The first state is called Shikai." She gestured to the Zangetsu on Ichigo's back. "Your power is so immense, Ichigo, and so uncontrolled that it stays in its Shikai state. That is why your zanpakuto has not returned to its sealed form since you've learned its name."

Ichigo unwrapped Zangetsu and stared at it. He looked at Aizen with worried eyes. "You have a Bankai, don't you?"

"I do. All of the captains, save for Kenpachi, have Bankai."

Aizen's words confirmed his previous statement to Urahara. "So I was right. Kisuke had a Bankai the whole time and didn't tell me!" He seethed in anger at his former mentor. "Why didn't he tell me the captains could do that?! That woman almost ripped me to shreds!"

Chuckling, Aizen crossed her arms. "I suspect that Kisuke didn't tell you because he didn't want you to become too powerful so he could keep you under control. Also, if he told you, you would have been suspicious of him from the start. He banked on the fact that you needed him and wouldn't question anything as long as you had a goal in front of you. Kisuke is just as crafty as I am and can be at times even more diabolical," she mused, running a hand through her hair. "But we will leave Bankai for now. Right now there is a more pressing matter for us…" she hinted ominously.

"What is it?"

Aizen reached into the folds of her outfit and pulled out something very familiar to Ichigo. "Recognize this?"

In her hands was a hollow mask. To be more precisely it was the hollow mask that had saved Ichigo from Renji's strike. "How-" Ichigo gaped.

"How did I obtain this?" Aizen finished. "When Hanataro Yamada was slain by Byakuya Kuchiki, the Soul Reapers found this on his person. While I was obtaining Orihime's hairpins, I took the liberty of acquiring your mask." She put the mask back in her coat and went back to the matter at hand. "Now then, Ichigo. This mask appeared when you were at your most dire, saving you from a deathblow twice. Why do you think that is?" she asked with intrigued eyes.

Ichigo thought hard about his answer. He suspected that the woman already knew the answer to her own question but was testing how much Ichigo had caught on in the weeks since he was first captured. "I…I have a Hollow deep inside me," he looked down and put a hand on his chest, remembering how a hollow hole opened up during Kisuke's trial. "When I was fighting Kenpachi, I was drawn to my inner world and forced to fight a spirit that looks exactly like me. His eyes and spiritual pressure were just like a Hollow's." He looked up and scowled. "Kisuke created him when my powers returned to me."

"Very good, Ichigo," praised Aizen like a proud schoolteacher to her student. "Yes, Kisuke Urahara's Shattered Shaft trial was the genesis of your inner hollow. In addition to returning your Soul Reaper powers, you also gained the additional power of a Hollow. Something you should know," she pulled out the mask again and handed it to Ichigo, who stared down at the mask, "When your powers and your inner hollow were created, they became entwined, like a Ying-Yang symbol. They both exist on a scale and when that scale is thrown out of equilibrium, your powers run rampant. If you draw upon your Soul Reaper powers too much, your inner hollow would run wild. I have no doubt that even if you had a Bankai, your inner hollow would've erupted and destroyed everything around you, including your soul."

Ichigo stared at the mask in his hands. It was as ominous as you could get and its empty eyes almost seemed to leer at Ichigo. Orihime was certainly disturbed by the mask, taking a step back out of fear as if the mask would jump onto Ichigo's face and possess him. "But then, why did Kisuke…" he mumbled, unable to ascertain the shopkeeper's motives. "Why'd he give me my powers back if my inner hollow was going to destroy me?"

Aizen closed her eyes and smiled. "Well, it's not as if I'm one to talk, but Kisuke Urahara is one of the craftiest and dare I say dangerous minds of the Soul Society. Remember, Ichigo, that he didn't send you to save Rukia for simple altruism; he merely wanted you to retrieve his Hogyoku and return it to him. It is likely that his plan was for you to become consumed by your inner hollow and be destroyed, removing a potential enemy."

Both Ichigo and Orihime paled. At first neither of them wanted to believe that the goofy shopkeeper was capable of such treachery but when they both looked at each other they both knew that Aizen's words, once again, make perfect sense. Handing the mask back to Aizen, Ichigo steeled his nerve. His resolve was clear: everyone who'd made him and his friends suffer would pay. And Kisuke was near the top of that list. "So what are you going to do about my inner hollow?"

"I am not going to do anything," Aizen explained, walking forward. Her face was two feet away from Ichigo as she pointed a finger at his chest. "You are. I will send your mind into your inner world. It is up to you to deal with your inner hollow. While you're inside your inner world, your body will hollowfy and go on the attack." When she saw Ichigo's alarmed look and his quick, frightened glace to Orihime , she merely chuckled. "Have no fear, Ichigo. I will keep your hollow occupied. No harm will come to Orihime. You have my word."

"Ichigo…" Orihime murmured, not sure of what to do.

The teen gave his friend a warm smile. "Don't worry, Orihime. I'll be fine." He turned back to Aizen. "What happens once I defeat my inner hollow?"

"Hollows are the antithesis of Soul Reapers, Ichigo," Aizen reminded, "Whereas Soul Reapers gain their power through synergy and communication, Hollows gain power through dominance. Once you conquer your hollow its power will be yours to command." She put a hand on Ichigo's head and smiled. "Good luck, Ichigo," was the last thing Ichigo heard before falling unconscious.

Orihime stood there next to Aizen, unsure of what she should do. "Um…Lady Aizen? What…what should I do?"

Turning to her new comrade, Aizen continued to smile. "You should step back a bit. I can handle Ichigo while he's hollowfied but it is best that you shield yourself with Santen Kesshun," the woman instructed, chuckling to herself as a hole opened up in Ichigo's chest. "My, that was quick; Ichigo certainly doesn't keep a lady waiting…."

Inside Ichigo's Inner World

Ichigo looked around. Part of him felt relieved to see that his inner world was okay, the clouds floating freely and a warm breeze blew around him. "Zangetsu?" he called out, hoping to see his zanpakuto spirit standing on his pole.

"Well now, look what the cat dragged out of the gutter."

It didn't surprise Ichigo in the slightest when he saw his inner hollow sitting on a nearby building. "You…" he scowled as he reached for Zangetsu.

The Hollow looked at Ichigo with an alarmed look. He'd sensed Ichigo's growing rage and anger and knew that Ichigo was already close to snapping. "So it looks like you've grown a backbone," he chuckled as he sat up.

"I'm only going to ask this once: where's Zangetsu?"

"I'd have thought you'd have figured it out from what your new bestie told you. I AM Zangetsu!" he shouted before jumping onto Ichigo's building. "You forget already, Ichigo. I am the manifestation of your inner instinct. The more you gave into your anger and hatred, the more strength I got; I was ready to take over the old man by the time you decided to hop onto Aizen's bandwagon." Zangetsu tried to say something else but Ichigo had enough of it.

Ichigo's spiritual pressure burned like wildfire as he gave into his inner rage. "Grrrrrrr!" His eyes glinted with murder. He charged at Zangetsu with such ferocity that it surprised the inner hollow, who immediately took to the defense. Even though Ichigo hadn't fought since his defeat at Byakuya's hands, his rage gave him an edge. His sword chopped vertically at Zangetsu, making him block with his white blade. Zangetsu gasped as his blade cracked from the force of his blow.

"Grrr!" the hollow groaned, forced down to one knee. "Damn, King, looks like I don't need to goad you into giving into your killer instinct!"

Ichigo smashed his inner hollow's white Zangetsu blade and punched the inner hollow in the face. "You want a killer instinct? I'LL SHOW YOU A KILLER INSTINCT!" he screamed. He remembered what Aizen had told him. If he was going to become stronger, he'd do whatever it took. He was going to make everyone who made him suffer pay. He remembered his torture and rape at the hands of the Soul Reapers. He remembered the faces of his slain friends. He remembered the scarred, mutilated body of Orihime as she lay on Mayuri's lab table. His mind filled with dark thoughts until he let it all out.

Zangetsu was caught off guard as Ichigo started pummeling him. Just when he couldn't take anymore, Ichigo stopped and reached for his zanpakuto. Zangetsu gasped as Ichigo plunged his zanpakuto into his chest.

Silence filled the inner world before Zangetsu started to disintegrate, chuckling. "Wow, I'm impressed. You've got some fire in your eyes there, King."

"King?" Ichigo panted.

"Another time then," Zangetsu gave Ichigo a happy smile before completely fading away. "Go give those assholes hell, Ichigo."

Ichigo stood up, feeling tired yet satisfied. "Thanks, Zangetsu…."

Meanwhile….

Orihime ducked as Ichigo fired off another Cero, the hollow trying his damnest to blast his opponent to pieces. The teen watched in fascination as Aizen deftly avoided and deflected Ichigo's attacks, the woman remaining as cool as the flipside of the pillow. "Wow, she's incredible."

"Bakudo #99: Kin."

Aizen's spell was much faster than the one Tessai previously used. Ichigo, now hollowfied fully and looking like something out of a nightmare, growled in anger as he was bounded in black ropes, pinned to the ground. "GRAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" he shouted before exploding in a bright flash of light.

"Ichigo!" Orihime screamed, worried that Aizen's spell might have killed him.

Aizen canceled her Kidô spell and waited as the dust settled. She smiled as Ichigo stood up, a hollow mask on his face. "Very good, Ichigo," she congratulated as she sheathed her sword. "How do you feel?"

Orihime banished her shield and dashed over to Ichigo. "Ichigo! Are you okay?"

Removing the mask from his face, Ichigo smiled at his friend. "Never better." He looked over to Aizen only for his legs to wobble. The brown-haired woman caught Ichigo and kept him steady as he suddenly became disoriented. "Whoa!"

After helping Ichigo steady himself, the Lady of Las Noches smiled at her protégé. "Your body strained itself while fighting me. Your spirit is impressive, Ichigo, but your body has limitations. Never forget that." She saw how dirty and worn-out Ichigo was and her lips formed a smile that masked her deviousness. "You look tired, Ichigo. Perhaps a bath is in order."

"A bath? But I already took one earlier!"

Continuing to smile evilly, Aizen walked over to the door and gestured for both teens to follow her. "You're covered in sweat and dirt, Ichigo. Rest after a battle is essential." She turned her head to glance at Orihime. "You too, Orihime. You're covered in sweat from worrying about Ichigo. I think a good wash and some rest is what you two need before we continue training. I most certainly need one…."

The two followed her down a winding set of corridors until they found themselves inside another room which resembled more of a Japanese-style hot spring. Ichigo and Orihime both blushed immensely as the woman in front of them began to disrobe. Earlier, when they'd bathed after waking up, they'd merely stepped into separate showers. "Um…Lady Aizen?" Orihime meekly replied. "Shouldn't we…you know…use a different bathroom than you?"

Turning around, the naked woman patted the girl's head, smiling at her gently. Aizen looked from her to Ichigo and then back to Orihime. "Come now, my dear, there's no need to be shy. After all," she turned around and waded into the hot spring, "You two became quite comfortable with each other last night…."

Both teens stammered at the villain's words, realizing she knew about their night together. Sighing in defeat, Ichigo reached for his clothes. He had the feeling that Aizen wanted them in the bath together with her and that they weren't in a position to refuse. She had given them back their powers after all. Orihime blushed but also reached for her clothes, though she was more scared because she didn't want her new mentor to see her hideously scarred body.

Aizen's smile widened by a hair as the two naked teens got into the spring with her. True, it may have been uncouth considering everything that they'd gone through and the last thing they needed was for their new ally to take advantage of them but Aizen was intrigued by the two and she was immensely attracted to them.

That and it'd been awhile….

Both Ichigo and Orihime looked at each other awkwardly as Aizen took a sponge and started to scrub herself. "You two seem tense," she said, "Why don't you relax. I don't bite," she teased.

Not understanding her intentions, the two teens started to bathe, deciding that they should relax. Ichigo couldn't help but blush as Aizen moved over to Orihime and started to shampoo her hair, noticing how her deep brown eyes kept glancing over to Ichigo. "So, Ichigo," Orihime asked while she sat in the hot spring. "Do you feel any stronger now that you've control over your inner hollow?"

Ichigo held a hand and flexed it, a tendril of black and red energy flaring briefly. "Yeah, it's a weird feeling. It's gonna take a while to get used to this."

"All in good time," Aizen said, washing Orihime's hair before putting her slim hands on the girl's shoulders. "Now then, as I understand it, you two got quite comfortable with each other last night, correct?"

Ichigo's face went back to Full-Strawberry Mode. "How the hell do you know that?"

"Well, your quarters are near mine. When two spiritually powerful beings become intimate, those nearby can feel their spiritual pressures blending together," she explained. "Also, Gin might have been spying on you."

As Orihime blushed in embarrassment, Ichigo merely shook his head. "Why am I not surprised? Can we please get a lock for our door?"

Smiling, Aizen nodded. "As you wish. But going back to the matter at hand, Ichigo," her smile turned devious as she wrapped an arm around Orihime, "I understand you're used to being taken by force, but you should try to be a bit more delicate when it comes to actually pleasing a girl. You need to be gentle first before rocking her world. Like this…."

Ichigo sat there in the hot tub in shock as the older woman kissed Orihime. Orihime's eyes widened to their very limit as the woman's lips touched hers, her hands dipping beneath the water to cup her breasts. As much as Orihime was shocked and appalled at being fondled, Aizen's warm embrace and her teasing tongue made her relax into her arms. "Mmmmmhhhh…"

Breaking the kiss with Orihime, Aizen looked up and smiled at Ichigo. "See? Now you try."

Blushing, Ichigo moved over to the two women, leaning forward. Orihime closed her eyes as Ichigo kissed her, Aizen continuing to massage her breasts while they made out. Ichigo ran a wet hand through Orihime's soaked hair. His tongue slid into her mouth and teased her own pink organ and it made the hot spring around them feel even hotter. As if being corrupted by Ichigo and Aizen's influence, Orihime reached down beneath the water and gripped Ichigo's dick, gently stroking it.

Aizen could see that the two were getting aroused and smirked. She slowly began to lick and suck on Orihime's soft skin, her tongue grazing the teen's sensitive scars while her hands left her breasts. One hand went to Orihime's womanhood while the other joined Orihime's hand in stroking Ichigo to hardness.

Ichigo wrapped his arms around Orihime's shoulders and pulled himself closer to the two women, loving how their soft hands stroked him. Orihime could feel herself get sandwiched between the two Soul Reapers and despite the awkward touching from Aizen she enjoyed it. She broke the kiss between Ichigo for need of air only for Aizen to take her next kiss.

Once she felt Ichigo was fully hard, Aizen decided that it was time to move things along. Breaking the kiss, she looked at Ichigo and smile d. "Ichigo, why don't you sit on the edge of the spring? I think it's time I gave Orihime some instruction for today." When Ichigo stood up out of the water, his cock fully erect and throbbing, she whispered into Orihime's ear, pressing her cleavage into the teen's back. "Orihime, you know as well as I do how much Ichigo has suffered thanks to the women of the Soul Society," she whispered, "He needs a gentle touch from you."

As Ichigo sat down on the edge of the spring Orihime crawled over to him, following Aizen's instruction. "Orihime…" he gasped as his friend wedged his cock between her large breasts. Squeezing her breasts together, Orihime cooed as the thick cock in her tits heated her cleavage.

"Very good, Orihime," Aizen said, licking the girl's neck while reaching below the water the teens' pussy. "Now rub your breasts up and down, nice and slow…."

"Ahhhhhh…" Ichigo moaned as Orihime began to give him a paizuri. Her tits were so soft that his cock felt like it was about to blow at any moment. He'd been given paizuris by Unohana several times during his stint as her prisoner but Orihime was being so soft and gentle that it made all thoughts of his previous experiences fade away into the recesses of his mind. "Don't stop…."

"Wow, Ichigo," Orihime moaned, biting her lip as Aizen's fingers slipped inside her wet hole. She could feel her body becoming more and more aroused thanks to Aizen's ministrations. Without even being told, Orihime leaned down and wrapped her lips around the head of Ichigo's cock and licked the head eagerly as she squeezed her tits tighter, her paizuri quickening as Aizen began to pump her fingers in and out of her snatch. Her tongue ran along the slit at the top of Ichigo's cock, tasting his pre-cum and humming delightfully at the warm flavor sticking to her tongue.

Ichigo put his hands on Orihime's head and leaned back, sighing in ecstasy as his balls tightened from the pleasure. 'I never thought…I'd ever feel true pleasure again…' was the last thing Ichigo thought before he shot his load. "Ahhhh!" he cried out as a hot feeling surged through his cock.

Orihime took her lips off of Ichigo's cock just before he exploded, white ropes of cum covering her face. She threw her head back and wailed in pleasure as Aizen rubbed her clit. The girl shook in Aizen's arms as she orgasmed magnificently, her sex-face on full display for the two Soul Reapers.

Dazed, Orihime leaned back into the woman behind her, who ran a hand through her wet hair tenderly. "Not bad, Orihime." Aizen turned her attention to Ichigo and gave him another devious smile. "Ichigo, it's time you pleasured her, don't you agree?"

Aizen wrapped her arms around Orihime, just beneath her large bosom and hoisted her up out of the spring with her ungodly strength. Orihime yelped in surprise as Aizen carried her out of the spring and laid her down on a set of conveniently placed towels on the ground. Her blush deepened as the woman put herself behind Orihime's head, knees touching the side of Orihime's head as she reached down and spread the girl's legs. Getting into the mood, Orihime reached down and started to rub herself.

Aroused to no end by the two women in front of him and thankful that at least he had some control over the situation, Ichigo got out of the spring and crawled over to the two women. Aizen's smile widened as the boy stroked his still-hard erection and rubbed the entrance to Orihime's tight flower with it. "Ooooohhh…" Orihime cooed softly from the sensual act, her nails scratching the stone beneath her as Ichigo slow pushed into her. "Ah!" she gasped as Ichigo bottomed out her pussy. "So big!" she moaned.

"So, Ichigo," Aizen leaned forward until her face was inches from Ichigo's, her hands palming Orihime's tits, "How does it feel to be in control?" she teased.

"Good," Ichigo nodded before pulling out of Orihime, sighing at the feel of her tight walls sliding around his shaft. Orihime gasped as Ichigo pushed back in, her body shaking as he gently began to pump into her. "She feels good."

Smirking, Aizen leaned forward and pressed her lips against Ichigo's before lifting her hips up. Orihime's vision became clouded by Aizen's womanhood as it hovered over her. The two Soul Reapers moaned as they kissed each other, Ichigo from the feel of Orihime's pussy and Aizen from the feel of Orihime's tongue as she licked her.

Emboldened by Aizen's kiss and Orihime's moaning, Ichigo began to move faster. His newly regained strength worked to his advantage as he fucked Orihime. Aizen let go of Orihime's breasts to fondle her own as the girl beneath her licked her snatch more, her pink tongue flicking against her clit as Ichigo brought her pleasure. Ichigo's thrusts became more and more harsher as he picked up speed. Orihime arched her back as Ichigo banged on the door to her womb. This was so much more intense than last night and yet…she loved every second of it. Her hands grabbed Aizen's smooth thighs and slipped her tongue deep inside the woman's snatch, making the woman moan more into Ichigo's mouth.

Breaking the kiss with Ichigo, the older woman cupped his face as she began to grind her pussy against Orihime's face. "Are you close, Ichigo?" she teased.

Sweat rolled down Ichigo's back as he pumped into Orihime as hard as he could; he couldn't think of anything except for the two naked women before him. "Yeah!" he panted, his balls tightening even as he slammed into her. "Gonna cum again!" he said quickly, his eyes squeezing shut.

Tracing his jaw with a finger, Aizen whispered into his ear while circling Orihime's belly with her other hand. "Go ahead, Ichigo. Cum inside Orihime," she whispered, feeling close herself. Beneath her, Orihime rolled her eyes into the back of her head as she felt the knot inside her begin to come undone again.

Ichigo reached forward and gripped Aizen's shoulders, planting his lips on hers as he exploded inside Orihime. The two women moaned muffled moans as they experienced bliss together with Ichigo, Orihime's pussy gushing around Ichigo's cock and Aizen's gushing all over Orihime's face. Orihime's vision swam as her mouth filled with her mentor's love juices, her body seizing up as she felt a hot rush fill her.

Pulling out of Orihime, Ichigo wiped his brow and sat back, only for Aizen to sit down next to him. "Now, Ichigo," Aizen said, turning his head to face his, smiling sinfully. "I hope you realize this changes nothing. You two are still my students until we battle the Soul Society."

"I know," Ichigo nodded. "As long as you hold up your end of the bargain."

"Oh, I will," she said. Orihime lay in front of them, moaning uncontrollably as she rubbed her filled cunt. Getting up, Aizen helped the girl up, running her hand through her hair tenderly. "You feel better, Orihime?"

"Yes…" she breathed, resting her head on Aizen's bosom as she panted for air.

"Good." She turned to Ichigo. "When she comes out of her daze, you may return to your rooms to rest. For you, Ichigo, I will have my Espada train you to master your new Hollowfication."

"What about you?" Ichigo asked out of curiosity.

Looking down, Aizen stared at the scarred girl in her arms. Her eyes looked over each and every imperfection on the girl's body. "I will be with our dear Orihime. It's time I instilled in her something vital if she is to have her revenge."

Orihime blinked wearily. "What is it?"

"The will to kill."

To be continued