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Surprise!!!! You will all receive a tenth chapter to "Complications" today. Most of you have been calling for longer chapters. This trend will not continue but for now, enjoy it.
Ichigo is soaking from head to toe as he drags himself through the rain. Soifon's blatant lies rewind and re-play rapidly inside his mind. He just can't believe she'd secrete a life altering circumstance such as pregnancy from him. "It's a lie, it just has to be. That scheming bitch has worked my last nerve."
Even for a lie, he cannot deny what the tabloids may say if she ever decided to go public with her information now that he has returned to Japan albeit for a few nights. Front headlines will read, Ichigo Kurosaki; star soccer player, deadbeat dad. "We all assumed this young star lacked down time due to the demands of his team, but we have discovered new evidence stating otherwise. Apparently, Ichigo's time is occupied with developing ways to evade a beautiful child and a mother, heartbroken, desperately searches for answers as to why he left along her journey to reunite child and father. Here with us right now is the mother of his magnificent offspring." Soifon then appears on the news, (bad attitude in tow), cradling his baby and lying to reporters about their alleged engagements on several occasions.
Was it just some abnormal twist of fate he now hears of this 'alleged pregnancy' in the heat of an international championship match? Probably, but for the time being, it's another of Soifon's many manipulative mind games. She'd commit just about anything to fuck with him as far as he was concerned. End of story.
Little does he realize, this is just…the beginning.
After trudging through the worst rainstorm to hit Karakura Town in over twenty-five years, Ichigo approaches the five-star hotel he and his team are staying at.
The bellboy eyes him curiously as he walks by him, tipping his hat despite being ignored. "What's eating him?" he wondered.
Inside, expensive chandeliers drape from the ceiling alongside hickory armoires containing upscale pieces of the finest jewelry money can buy. Roses and petunias atop every table further compliment the already fine display for the residents.
Many visiting celebrities stayed at the Belmont, solely due to the fact it is Karakura's only hotel that could guarantee their safety from vagrants and reporters alike. Luxury does have its perks, does it not? Of course, the young star never cared for luxury or wealthy titles or the demeanor that accompanies it all. He deemed it ridiculous.
Ichigo at the moment has no interest in anything that didn't involve him being in his room and tuning out the world. He hastily spots the elevators to his immediate right hand side and presses the up button. A door opens and he steps in without first allowing the occupants already aboard to exit. The young couple glares at him in response to his rudeness to which he retorted with a dismissive scoff.
The door closes and up he goes to the 35th floor. He personally requested a room on the top floor to ensure the ultimate privacy as he always does when he travels to a foreign country. But, this is his home, before the stardom---before the glamour and fame. Why would his coach request he remain in a hotel here of all places? None of that matters right now.
He arrives to the 35th floor, squeezing through the door before it has an opportunity to open completely. What's so important he has to hurry one must wonder. He scurries straight down the hallway to the very last room. It reads 3535. Ichigo reaches into his pocket, retrieving the keycard and jams it into the slot below the handle. An indicator light switches from red to green and he steps inside. There he sees a modest room lined with two beds, a large nightstand, a chair across from the beds, and one bathroom on each side.
The young soccer star steers left through the first door on the left, slamming the door as he enters. Water drips from his clothing onto the floor in the bathroom and commences stripping down to his 'birthday suit.' After every stitch of thread was removed from his athletic toned body, he switches on the shower. He steps in moments later, closing the curtain behind him.
The showerhead spews scorching hot water over the young man as he hangs his head low, undoubtedly feeling sour. Soifon remained fresh on his mind against his will. Why can't he just move on and forget about her? After all, she's committed a high degree of duplicity and treachery over the years that anyone would deem unforgivable and yet---he cannot reduce himself to despise her. Why?
"I don't love her, I know I don't. She's a manipulative, self-serving cunt who pisses me off."
Ichigo's blood boils and once again his anger flares up. He's so focused on his rage; he fails to notice someone joining him until hardened nipples attached to gigantic breasts press against his back side.
"Master Ichigo," a female voice addresses him in a quiet, formal tone. Her slender arms encircle his rib cage lovingly.
Immediately recognizing his company, he turns his body to face her.
Before him is a naked woman he met in Brazil who stands to be about 5 feet 7 inches tall, weighs in the 135-140 lb range, long blonde hair, and has silky caramel skin. Her breast size---well, let's say she's gracefully blessed.
"Tia, I'm not in the mood right now," he snapped. "Also, would you quit calling me master? You're not my slave for the umpteenth time!"
"I know master. I do not mean to pry in your affairs but, I grow worried when I sense you are down like this."
"There's nothing to worry about. I'm fine," he tried to convince her but realized it's probably all for not, much to his chagrin.
"Please master; I merely wish to eliminate whatever darkness shrouds you." Despite the politeness she portrayed, Ichigo understood her intentions.
"What did I just say? I'm not in the fuckin'-''
The young Brazilian woman allowed her king to say no more, lovingly pinning his body to the wall and kissing him. She does not wait for him to accept her advances, no; she imposes her ministrations, no matter the repercussions. Her tongue melds in conjunction with his causing her to moan. She moans once again as his hands cup her breasts in retaliation. Both of his middle fingers brush against her erect nipples upon rotating his hands, caressing what he was enabled to hold. Tia loved when her master participated with full cooperation. It made the whole experience more enjoyable. It made her feel wanted, important.
Satisfied, she disengages their oral connection. She looks deep into his eyes, feeling, observing the rage he held within himself. She attacks the left side of her master's neck, latching onto it like a vice-grip. She wastes no time suckling on his sensitive flesh. She is delighted to hear the young soccer star moan.
"Tia---stop…," he commanded in a pleading manner.
She does not speak, opting to communicate with lust rather than words. She sucks on his neck hard, mimicking a succubus feasting on her prey.
"Fuck…," Ichigo growled. He knows if she keeps this up, a hickey will surely be featured on his neck, arousing suspicion of a misses. The longer she maintained her position however, the less caring he became.
His hands grip the wall behind him as Tia releases the left side of his neck with a loud pop. She then alternates to the opposite side of his neck and attacks with the same fervor. "Oh God," he bit his lip, "mmm…"
The water mingling in her blonde hair doesn't phase the young woman one bit. Most women fume when any trivial circumstance obstructs their beauty. They practically experience a mental lapse, but not Tia. No, nothing seems to badly influence her. Perhaps that's because she has never paid too much awareness to her looks having been bestowed with the charms of a Brazilian goddess since birth, thus she saw no reason to invest the time or effort.
After five minutes, she removes her mouth from his neck followed by another pop. She immediately trails kisses down his chest, bringing herself to her knees as she draws closer to his member.
"Tia," her master moans again, encouraging her further. She strokes his rigid tool while lifting it up in the same motion. Her tongue reaches out to lick the teabag concealed beneath. She glides her tongue from top to bottom, then the underside, before reverting back to the beginning.
Ichigo experiences pleasurable agony. Each second that ticks by, tips him closer to the edge where if he looses his footing, his self-control is void. Of course, he already knows Tia well enough to recognize this is her purpose. She's deliberately plotting to force him to relieve his aggravation through her body and her devotion.
She suddenly decides to up the ante by accepting every inch of his teabag into her warm mouth. His eyes widen before gasping in surprise. "Oh my fuckin' God, Tia---damn it…guh…"
Her right hand leisurely pumps his member up and down while her mouth lightly suckles his teabag. The feel of his beans in her oral cavern are a bit awkward, but she adjusts. Her master's pants and mewls are all the motivation she needs. During her movements, she notices her hand become drizzled with pre-cum leaking from his mushroom tip. She releases his sack from her mouth and licks her way from the shaft of his tool to the oozing tip. "Master…," she sounds off as sultry as she can manage.
Her tongue glides over the tip, tasting his pre-cum. She licks around the edge in circles, moaning in satisfaction as his delicious, clear liquid continues to emanate from him.
"I can't fuckin' take this shit no more Hallibel. Stop this---right now," the soccer star groans, refusing to surrender no matter how badly he desired to.
"Master obviously enjoys this. Why does he repudiate me?" She contemplates. "Perhaps it's time I be more direct." Granting no warning, she slides his stiff member slowly into her mouth.
"Aaawwww….." Ichigo holds on for dear life. His eyes roll to the back of his head. "I'm going to freakin' lose it," he states without thinking. Lust has clouded his brain.
The young woman bobs her head back and forth, gradually picking up the pace when she feels him thrusting in her mouth. His cock twitches in her mouth, indicating he will indeed ejaculate in mere moments.
The soccer star's mind is on overload as he screams. Blood courses through his system quickly. "Tia, I'm cumming. Ooh God I'm cumming," his hands unconsciously clutch clumps of her long, blonde hair.
She then commits the unthinkable. Just as he is set to release his seed, she disavows, accepting the heavy growl of anger following such a vile act. "My apologies master, I humbly wish to bequeath you the paramount of satisfaction. Please forgive me."
"Damn you," he cursed under his breath.
"Allow me to—"she places his cock to her chest and encloses his manhood between her enormous breasts prior to completing her statement, "redeem my transgression to your standards master."
Her tongue licks the tip a few times before her mouth envelops the head. Ichigo moans, prompting her to instigate stroking her 'twins' back and forth. She bobs her head in rhythm with her stroking, preferring to remain at a medium pace throughout the duration.
The orange-haired young man can't possibly stall too long. It's inevitable he will blow his load momentarily. He bucks, his bare ass slapping against the wall. Feral rage coursed through his being. "Hallibel," he growled. "God, damn it!" he snarls out of desperation.
The young woman quickens her pace, not wanting to disappoint or anger him more. She decides to finish him off gracefully, of course not without consequence as she will soon learn.
She takes as much of him inside as she can. Once his cock makes contact with the back of her throat, she retracts to the top only to repeat the process. She hums a bit, enjoying the throbbing his member offered under her ministration.
Ichigo palms a handful of her gorgeous blonde hair. "Tia, I'm going to fuckin'……..cum. I'm going to fuckin' cum," he thrusts into her mouth.
Barely allocated ample time to react, she settles her throat for what she predicts to be a waterfall at hand. "I'm pleased I could be of service to you once again, Master Kurosaki."
Her head held in place by his calloused hands, Ichigo fires a thick line of sperm, causing her to cough.
Tia somehow manages to battle through it successfully as he spouts more of his salty seed down her hatch.
The soccer star's legs wobble before giving out, forcing him to the dampened shower floor. Amazingly, he still hasn't finished releasing his liquid as of yet.
Moments later, the last remnants are finally expelled from his rod. His companion removes his dick from her oral cavern, kissing it before backing away from him completely.
"I hope I was not a burden tonight, Master Kurosaki," she gazes into his eyes.
"Do not call me, master. You are not beneath me by any means. I've told you this time and time again. I see you as someone I take huge responsibility to protect. I will do so with everything I have until it is complete, no matter what," he proclaimed.
"I thank you for everything you've done for me. I shall return to bed now. Goodnight," she stands to retreat, only to be halted.
"You don't seriously think you can take me to town and not receive your just desserts, do you?" he smirked with a lustful grin.
Her nether region's temperature scorched instantaneously. It was so rare of him to speak to her that way. Each time it occurred, her pulse raced knowing the type of lover he can be when the right buttons are pushed. "Master---it's been too long. Please take me in any fashion you desire. I am everything you wish. My body is your will."
Catching his captive off guard, Ichigo pulls her body closer to him. Once their bodies are intertwined, he assaults her ferociously. The soccer star plants a bruising kiss to her lips before abruptly embarking a trek downward to her pulsating lips between her mocha thighs. Her moans only feed his aggression that much more. Right now, he's a very hungry young man.
She is unprepared as he kneels between her legs and lifts her to rest atop his shoulders. One leg on each side, the towel rack behind her is her lone support for what she knows will be the greatest of pleasures she's ever experienced. "Master, you needn't please me like this. I am mere-," her thought process grinds to a halt as Ichigo's tongue starts to glide along her soaked slit. His organ licks her as a dog would feed itself on a bowl of water. "Oh, Master---Kurosaki," she mindlessly groaned. "Thank you."
"I wish she'd stop calling me master. She also doesn't need to thank me. After all, these last few years haven't been easy to deal with. I'd probably be dead without her."
Of course, Ichigo has never expressed his inner emotions to Tia, Soifon, or anyone else for that matter. It isn't a guy thing to be in 'tune' with his feelings, unless he was homosexual. He felt no ill-will towards gays; he just didn't partake in their quote-on-quote 'lifestyle,' whatever that's supposed to imply.
After five minutes of untamed flicks of the tongue, he finally settles on her clit, rolling his tongue around the swollen nub. He can instantly sense she's close to releasing her juices. In response, he coats two of his fingers with the essence already present, and then he proceeds to slide these two digits inside her. He feverishly pumps them back and forth, deliciously relishing her incessant whines and cries for God and him.
Through all this, never paid any wherewithal to the precious towel rack one inch above Tia's head. It's currently hanging by one single screw that appears to be set to fall any moment now. Apparently, the Brazilian woman showcases her strength even during the many times she and he have had sex.
Her eyes shudder as that coil has just about sprung inside her belly. "Master…Kurosaki---oh my God, I'm going to---cum!" she screams.
Making love to her master forces her to do and say just about anything she normally wouldn't dream of otherwise. God, she adores this man unconditionally.
Her hands nestle his orange hair and her thighs claps chicken-wing style against his cheeks. "Master, master, master, oh my God master!!!!!" her voice hoarse as she gasps, mouth open wide.
Ichigo's face is painted with her juices moments later. Her nectar is exhilarating, divine in taste.
Her orgasm completely controls her body. She unconsciously humps his face as more of her liquid drips from her honey pot. To date, this has to be the most powerful release she's ever had.
Ten minutes later…
"Mast-"
"Don't say anything. Let's just go to bed." Ichigo works his way back to his feet, amazingly while Tia's legs remained hooked around his shoulders while her feet dangled along his back. He takes two steps backward and reaches one hand behind him to disable the shower from running any longer.
Tia remains silent as they make their way to bed. Once he placed her on her back, Ichigo back away from between her legs and positions himself beside her. She thought to ask him once more to inform her of his troubles but decided against it. She figured he wouldn't tell her either way so it's best to leave it alone.
The soccer star plants a kiss on her forehead before nodding off to sleep.
"Whatever is disturbing you, I want you to know I will always stand by your side until the day I depart from this world master."
However, she remains to have a burning itch yet to be extinguished. She respects her master's decision to decline sex but, she fears her lust may override all rational judgment. For now, she can only hope and wait for him to oblige her needs.
With Ichigo already sleeping however, she settles for holding him close tonight. "I love you, Master Kurosaki," she kisses him before nodding off to sleep.
Author's Notes: There you have it, the ending to a double update. I know it's perhaps fluffy and some smut was thrown in but let's face it, I'm ZZeronorth, you all knew it would come eventually.
I decided to add Tia Hallibel as a character. Yes she will have a recurring role from here on in as will Marechiyo Omaeda. One more character will enter the cast before this baby is complete.
I hope you all enjoyed these two chapters. Next chapter will redirect focus to Soifon before shifting back to Ichigo in chapter twelve.
Warning: chapter twelve will be filler featuring Tia and Ichigo and the circumstances in which they met. I probably should've covered it here but I wanted a little smut for our orange-haired young man to take his mind off certain revelations. I might add smut there too. Key word---MIGHT!
Anyway, I'd like to thank all of you for reading and as I said, hopefully you enjoyed it.
Take care everyone.