Disclaimer: If you recognize it, I don't own it. Also, Miya isn't an OC. To find out who she is quickly, ask yourself "Who shares a Seiyuu with Miya Asama?" Finally, as this is a non-serious smut fic, expect hentai rules.
Filling Hollow Holes
Ulquiorra loomed over Ichigo, having utterly dismantled him after casually tanking the Shinigami's strongest attack. The Espada had taken no visible damage from the most powerful Getsuga Tenshō Ichigo could muster, only his torn jacket proving it had even happened in the first place. Still, Ichigo was nothing if not determined. Heaving himself to his feet, the teen stabbed his Zanpakutō into Ulquiorra's shoulder. Panting for breath, Ichigo said, "You must be the top Espada. So if I take you out, the rest will be a cakewalk."
In response, Ulquiorra grasped Tensa Zangetsu's blade with his bare hand and dragged it to the side, tearing open his jacket entirely. On his left pectoral was a large gothic 6. "Actually," the Espada stated, "I'm only the Sexta Espada." Ichigo legs gave out as he stared in shock and horror. 'He's this strong and he's only a single rank above Grimmjow?! Not even in the top half?! "I see you understand. There was never even a hope of you succeeding. Even if you could defeat me, there's still five Espada above me." Releasing Tensa Zangetsu, Ulquiorra drew back his right hand and thrust it forward towards Ichigo's chest.
At the very instant the pale Espada's hand made contact, another hand grasped his wrist with crushing force. A new voice spoke up, its tone deceptively calm, "I believe I told you that this one is mine." The speaker was a woman Ichigo swore wasn't there before she spoke. An instant later, a blindingly bright blueish-white flash originated from her chest. When Ichigo could see again, Ulquiorra was gone along with all traces of his Reiatsu. Ulquiorra, who had completely thrashed him, had been dispatched by this newcomer faster than he could see.
She turned back towards him and Ichigo got his first good look at her. The woman appeared to be in her early thirties with skin a couple shades paler than his. And she was tall; even from where he lay prone on the floor, Ichigo could tell she was considerably taller than him. Her orange hair, slightly darker than his own locks, was streaked with black stripes and reached just past her chin. Her face seemed oddly familiar, like an acquaintance he hadn't seen for a while. A white collar of bone encircled her throat. From there, Ichigo's eyes trailed downwards. The obvious arrancar wore a white leotard with a massive boob window, one barely able to keep her breasts from spilling out entirely. 'Holy shit! Those things must be the size of Matsumoto's!' Her chest wasn't the only thing that was enormous. From his position on the floor, Ichigo could easily see her ass through her thighs. Despite this, her arms were obviously muscular, though not enough to detract from her femininity. On her back, she wore a large bow. Finally, her legs were covered in thigh high boots with high heels that, given her natural height, Ichigo felt were completely unnecessary.
"Are you done eye fucking me yet? Or would you like a better look?" Her voice was somewhere between mockery and seduction. Ichigo tried to stand, whether to fight or flee, he didn't know. But before he could, the still unnamed Espada pressed him back down to the floor with a single foot. "No, no. Why don't you stay down there for now?" Despite how casually she kept her foot against his chest, Ichigo found he couldn't budge no matter how he tried. "I'm Miya. And you are Kurosaki Ichigo. I've had my eye on you for some time you know. You looked so… delicious." Miya smiled at Ichigo and leaned over her. Her colossal bust jiggled from the movement and Ichigo thought he could almost see her nipples. Despite himself, Ichigo found his body reacting to the sight.
Unfortunately for him, his captor noticed as well. Her smile turned predatory as she said, "Oh my~! What do we have here?" Her foot slid down the Shinigami's chest and across his abdomen to rest on his crotch. "Someone certainly likes what he sees. So, how about that better look?" Without waiting for a reply, Miya brought one hand up to the bottom of her leotard's boob window. Grabbing hold of it, she tore the whole thing off in a single quick motion. "Well? Was it everything you hoped for?"
Ichigo sputtered in shock, embarrassment, and horror. On the one hand, if he were honest with himself, Ichigo absolutely loved the view of the naked amazon towering over him. From her magnificent breasts, each delightfully pink nipple pierced with a bone white ring, to her surprisingly defined abs, to her smooth hairless pussy. On the other hand, he could now see the large 1 tattooed on her lower abdomen. Ulquiorra was vastly beyond him and she was several ranks higher, not to mention also working for Aizen. On the other other hand, it probably wasn't a good idea to deny a woman who currently had her foot resting against his dick, no matter how delicate she was currently being. While he was pondering his answer, Miya grew tired of waiting for a response. "Come now, I showed you mine. It's only fair that you show me yours~" She briefly flexed her power, breaking up the ground around them and, more importantly, obliterating Ichigo's clothing. Getting a proper look at her now nude prey, Miya let out a surprised and delighted coo, "My, my. Now that's a much more impressive sword than that thing you've been swinging around. In fact," She began stroking his cock with her boot, "Why don't we put this thing to work?"
At this point, Ichigo finally regained his wits enough to ask, "Don't I get a say in this?" Despite his previous reactions to Yoruichi flaunting her body, he was a man and was definitely interested. But having sex with an enemy, especially while still deep in enemy territory and with his friends' conditions unknown, was just ludicrous. There was a time and place for everything damnit!
The tiger haired woman stopped her ministrations and looked at him in slight surprise. "Well of course you do, Ichigo-kun~" She purred. "You see… I'm not leaving until one of us has been thoroughly impaled. You get to choose whether it will be this magnificent cock in my holes." Here, her voice and grin turned sinister, "Or my arm in your ribcage. I might be interested in you, Ichigo-kun, but you're still an enemy. So consider this a surrender-or-die situation."
Suddenly reminded just how outclassed he was, and honestly not that opposed to the idea, Ichigo nodded his acceptance. Her evil look evaporated like water in the desert. "I knew you'd see things my way. Besides, I really don't want to kill you. Especially not when you've gotten me so worked up." Miya ran one hand down her body sensually. Ichigo's eyes followed her hand as she went, pausing to grope one of her incredible tits then sliding down her toned abs. Once she reached her shaved pussy, the Primera lewdly spread herself with two fingers, showing her captive just how wet she was. She slowly rubbed her slit with her middle finger, her face contorting in pleasure and anticipation. After a few seconds of this, Miya stopped and said, "But enough playing with myself. It's always more fun to play with others."
The older woman moved around Ichigo's body until she stood with her feet on either side of his head. This new vantage allowed Ichigo to confirm that her ass was just as magnificent as her breasts. His view was then filled entirely by said ass as Miya lewdly squatted down to sit on his face, her pussy directly on his mouth. Without being told, Ichigo's tongue got to work. Starting with a tentative lick, he found he rather liked her flavor. His hands came up to squeeze her rear as his tongue probed deeper. "Oooh~! That's good, Ichigo-kun. Lick me just like that." Miya gazed forwards at Ichigo's throbbing erection, a hungry smirk on her face. "Of course, I'm not going to have all the fun. Momma's feeling rather thirsty after all." So saying, she leaned forwards, one hand grasping the base of Ichigo's cock and marveling at how her fingers couldn't quite touch. Brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear, Miya opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, letting her drool drip down over his member. Then, without a hint of warning, she slammed forward and swallowed his entire cock to the base in one go. She didn't stop until her nose was pressed against his balls.
Ichigo groaned loudly into Miya's juicy pussy. It'd been far too long since he had time to "tend to himself" and her hot, wet throat was far better than his hand. Not content to simply hold him in her throat, she bobbed her head vigorously, her tongue dancing across every inch of his pole. Then the Espada quickly intensified things further by cupping his balls in one hand and massaging them. Miya actually paused for a moment. She knew by sight the teens balls were big, but their weight surprised her. They were much heavier than she'd have guessed. Taking Ichigo out of her mouth for a moment, Miya continued stroking him and said, "Boy, you're feeling pretty backed up there, Ichigo-kun." She punctuated her statement by leaning down further and sucking one of his weighty balls into her mouth, lashing it with her tongue.
The Primera was more right than she knew. Between the Arrancar attacks, invading Soul Society, and all the training in between, Ichigo hadn't gotten off in months. Even when Rukia lived with him, he barely ever had time to masturbate, what with the midget living in his closet. Were he a less moral (or perhaps just less inhibited) person, he'd have made her pay rent with that lush ass of hers. Either way, he'd only been able to get some alone time maybe twice in the last six months. To end his dry spell with such an experienced and enthusiastic blowjob was beyond Ichigo's wildest dreams. And he showed his appreciation as best he could: by attacking Miya's pussy with the same vigor he usually attacked his enemies.
Miya popped Ichigo's testicle out of her mouth to moan erotically, "Oh god~ You certainly know how to treat a lady." Refusing to be outdone, and still wanting her creamy treat, Miya slammed her mouth back down on his cock. As she bobbed and sucked and slurped passionately, her thick ass wobbled and jiggled in front of Ichigo's eyes. Though her cheeks clapping together made for a magnificent view, what truly caught his eye was her cute little rosebud nestled between them. Running two fingers along the Arrancar's slit, Ichigo got them slick with her juices before sticking both into her asshole up to the second knuckle. His reward was a whorish scream ripping its way from the older woman's throat and vibrating along the length of his cock.
Unnoticed by Miya, her control over her Reiatsu started slipping due to the sheer pleasure she was experiencing. Having far more power than her boytoy, it pressed down on him like an ocean. Ichigo was aware of the pressure but his distraction resulted in him believing it was simply the weight of her body lying atop him. His own Reiryoku fought back, pushing against the Espada's in an attempt to protect him. However, both were too caught up in their own pleasure to truly notice.
Ichigo continuously pumped two fingers in and out of Miya's backdoor as he ravished her pussy. While he had started out with the old strategy of tracing the English alphabet with his tongue, the teen was quickly finding what the woman sitting on his face liked most. Such as when he used his lower teeth to gently scrape at her clit, or when his free hand spanked her luscious ass. Each drew another obscene moan from her throat. For her part, Miya was hardly resting on her laurels. Her hands and mouth worked every millimeter of Ichigo's cock. Whether she was deepthroating him while massaging his balls or slurping on both of his balls at once while she stroked the shaft, the Primera showed more ardor and passion than any two women could together.
At this point, it had become an unspoken competition to see who could make the other orgasm first. Miya knew she was going to come undone soon. While it was almost certainly beginner's luck, Ichigo had precisely hit her weak point by targeting her ass. 'I don't care that he's my plaything. I have my pride as a woman! I refuse to cum before him!' It was time to unleash her secret weapon. While her hands continued massaging Ichigo's balls and her tongue danced madly across his shaft, Miya began purring. The vibrations from her throat constantly hit every part of his cock at once and finally pushed him over the edge. With a loud groan into her drooling pussy, Ichigo erupted. The first salvo completely filled Miya's mouth with the thickest cum she could ever remember tasting. 'Oh god. His cum. It's… delicious!' She didn't have long to savor it as the next shot came and caused her mouth to overflow, running down her face. She swallowed as quickly as she could, more hot sticky ropes of cum shooting into her mouth and filling her stomach.
Even as she gulped down his seed, Miya squealed in pleasure as a powerful orgasm tore through her. As her body spasmed in ecstasy, her back arched and she pulled off of Ichigo's dick. The last few shots of his own orgasm ended up splattering across her face and chest, painting her white. Panting, both from being out of breath and her sheer arousal, Miya lustfully exclaimed, "Wow! I said you were pent up, but I didn't think you'd try to drown me!"
Lifting her ass off Ichigo's face, Miya heard his stammering reply, "Sorry. It's been a while since I could-"
However, his apology was cut off by Miya's laughter, "Kyahaha! Don't go apologizing for giving me what I want; I did say I was thirsty after all." At that moment, she realized the dick in her hands hadn't softened in the slightest. "What's this? Still raring to go after filling by belly so much? Well in that case," Miya moved off of Ichigo to lay on her back on the floor. Spreading her legs, she placed her feet down on the floor and lifted her hips off the ground, supporting her weight on her feet and upper back. Reaching down, the Primera spread her positively overflowing pussy and leered at Ichigo, "Why don't you stuff that thick meat between these lips this time?"
Lust overwhelmed any rational thoughts Ichigo might have had. Aizen, Soul Society, the other Espada, all of it was drowned out by his need to fuck this succubus of a woman in front of him. He had to have her. He had to breed her. He had to break her. With those thoughts in mind, Ichigo took his place between Miya's legs, cock in hand. While most certainly not needing any additional lubricant, he still takes the time to rub his cock along her slit a few times. The orange haired Shinigami takes extra care to grind the length of his member along Miya's slit, making the tiger haired woman groan in pleasure and anticipation. Just before she can growl a demand that he hurry up and fuck her already, Ichigo slides the head of his dick into her sopping depths. He pauses, just for a moment, before sliding his arms under her legs and bending them backwards. The Espada's flexibility is put to the test as she's nearly bent in half, her boot clad feet by her ears. Only then does he slam his length deep into her, nearly hilting himself in a single thrust.
"Gah!" That single thrust drove the air from Miya's lungs. She couldn't remember a time she'd ever felt so… full. Ichigo took a second to savor the feeling of her tight, velvety depths before pulling out almost all the way and plunging back in. He quickly set a brutal and punishing pace as he slam fucked her. The mating press he held the Primera in only made it easier for him to thrust as deeply as he wished, the head of his dick pressing right against her cervix. Looking down, Miya was amazed to see a small bulge in her stomach form with each of his thrusts. Schlop! Schlop! Schlop! The noises billowing forth from her cunt were matched by the equally obscene sounds emanating from her mouth. "Uwaaa! Ooooh~~~! F-f-fuck… me! …Harder! Pl-please!"
Ichigo promptly obliged. Taking his hands from her legs, he leaned over Miya's body further until he was nearly laying on her. One hand came down to roughly play with her clit while the other moved to toy with a nipple ring. All the while his thrusts increased in both speed and intensity. His mind wasn't focused on his own pleasure nor on hers. Instead, Ichigo's thoughts all fixated on just one thing: Conquest. He wanted more than to just fuck this beautiful sexy woman. He wanted to conquer her, to make her his. Perhaps it was Hueco Mundo making his Hollow more active. Or maybe the rough sex awakened his darker impulses. Either way, in that moment, Ichigo had a vision.
-]Vision[-
In what could only be called a throne room, Ichigo sat atop an ivory throne, Zangetsu leaning against the side of his seat. Though he was completely nude, Ichigo felt no shame or vulnerability. Indeed, he felt invincible. He knew that he was master of all he surveyed. Aizen had ruled Hueco Mundo because he was fearless. Ichigo ruled it because he was strong.
All around Ichigo were various women, many arrancar but many not. All of them were as nude as he and sporting obviously pregnant bellies. And all were engaging in one form of debauchery or another with each other. Yoruichi lounged on a couch as Soifon joyously lapped at her pussy, the werecat patting her student's head like she was a favorite pet. On the opposite end of the couch, Tatsuki held onto the armrest for dear life as Lisa stuffed her ass with a strap-on, one hand slapping her ass while the Visored groped herself with the other. Two Arrancar Ichigo didn't recognize, one with long turquoise hair and another with blonde hair and chocolate skin, scissored furiously on the floor. Both pinched their nipples as they moaned wantonly. Unohana stood off to the side, another pair of unknown Arrancar women on their knees and lapping at her holes. The one licking the older woman's pussy had short, spiky blonde hair while the girl rimming her had black hair tied in pigtails. Both Arrancar had collars around their necks, their leashes held by Unohana, who took great joy in tugging them deeper into her holes.
Orihime lay on the ground on her back, Chizuru atop her and sharing a double ended dildo with her as she sucked on the busty schoolgirl's nipples. Two Arrancar women were busy double stuffing a third, the green haired woman in the middle going full ahegao as the tomboy under her and chocolate amazon behind her pounded her holes with their strap-ons. A violette Shinigami with a bust that surpassed even Rangiku was sitting on the face of a black woman wearing thigh high boots, the only article of clothing anyone present was wearing. The violette mewled and groaned as she tugged on her rings piercing her nipples. Meanwhile a young woman with her magenta hair in twin-tails assaulted the black woman with anal beads. Next to them, a woman with pure white hair and some kind of catgirl were enthusiastically eating each other out. An older brunette woman stood behind Rukia, nibbling on her ear as she felt up the smaller woman's nubile body.
Nanao hung from the ceiling, suspended by ropes that kept her legs spread. Two purple haired women, one buxom with her hair done up in drills, the other more slender and with much shorter hair, teased the lieutenant with a pair of hibachi wands. The bespectacled woman moaned and shrieked around the ball gag in her mouth. Another, rougher, show of dominance from a violette was being performed by an Arrancar with teardrop markings on her cheeks. In front of her were three young women, a brunette, a verdette, and a pinkette, all face down and ass up facing away from her. The arrancar gleefully whipped the asses off all three as they moaned in masochistic ecstasy. Kūkaku and a woman Ichigo vaguely recognized as Keigo's older sister were on all fours, enjoying a large double ended dildo stuffed up their asses.
To top it all off, Rangiku and Isane knelt before Ichigo's throne. They worked their massive tits over his shaft as they adoringly licked the head of his cock. Right behind them were two final women, enthusiastically licking their holes. Behind Isane was a blonde Ichigo thought he recognized as her sister while Rangiku was being rimmed by a busty woman with red-violet hair and glasses he might have seen around town. Like every other woman present, when the quartet looked at him, it was with worship and adoration. A voice spoke up from Ichigo's side, "Magnificent is it not, my king? Your harem is even more impressive than your dominion." Turning to his right, Ichigo saw Miya, nude as the rest, leaning against the side of his throne. She looked out at the ongoing orgy with both pride and lust in her eyes. But when she turned her eyes towards him, they showed more than the worship of the others. They held something Ichigo couldn't quite place. If anything, it was like she was proud of him. A look that only intensified as she rubbed her pregnant belly.
-]Vision End[-
The vision faded after only a moment, though it felt like it'd lasted far longer. 'Wha- What was that? The future? A hallucination?' Regardless of what it was, the scene called to Ichigo on a level he barely understood. Before he could get too lost in his thoughts, the clenching of Miya's pussy brought him back to reality. His lust redoubled from what he'd scene, Ichigo didn't waste a moment resuming his plundering of her depths.
His renewed ferocity was most definitely appreciated. "Oh FFFFUUUUCCCKKkkkk!" Miya cried out in ecstasy as her lover's brutal thrusts didn't so much send her over the edge as hurl her off it. Another mind-blowing orgasm tore its way through her body, her juices erupting onto Ichigo's member as her pussy convulsed. Yet he didn't pause for even an instant. Instead he kept right on drilling her like he was digging for oil. Each hammering thrust struck every single one of her sensitive spots and drove the amazon to further heights of pleasure. It felt like her first orgasm had barely ended when the second struck her.
It felt like her whole body was on fire. The Primera was burning up with ecstasy and each brutalizing thrust only stoked the flames higher. She was adrift in a stormy sea of ecstasy as wave after wave of orgasms crashed into her. A puddle of her juices formed underneath her as she weakly egged Ichigo on further, "Don't… stop… Never stop." Luckily for Miya, Ichigo had no intention of stopping. He was in it for the long haul. He fucked her like he hated her, and she desperately wanted it to last forever. Ichigo's cock battered against her cervix until finally, it gave way and he hilted himself fully inside Miya for the first time. The bulge in her stomach grew as he finally fit every last inch inside her. Schlop! Schlop! Schlop! Her cunt squelched louder than ever as her teenaged lover did his damnedest to outright tenderize her pussy. Ichigo's balls slapped against her ass heavily, adding a loud clapping to the lascivious orchestra that was their rutting.
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All across Los Noches, others looked up in confusion and/or terror at the ocean of Reiatsu they could sense. Even miles away, it pressed down on them like a mountain. Fights ground to a halt as combatants struggled to stand, or even breathe in some cases. Within a particular cell, two young Arrancar women stared into the distance in shock. Loly Aivirrne, proud fraccion of Primera Espada Miya Asama, uttered in awe, "Miya-sama is… fighting? Who could possibly stand against her for so long?"
Nearby, Menoly Mallia steadied their prisoner, one Inoue Orihime. The poor girl had no experience with such overwhelming power. Their mistress had sent them to retrieve her and bring her to Miya's suite, though with the unusual addendum to "take their time". While Menoly had no affection for the girl, she knew better than to let her be harmed; Orihime was too valuable a prisoner. Besides, if Miya wanted them to rough her up, she'd have ordered them to do so. The Primera might laud initiative when they didn't have any standing orders, but she was quite clear that her orders were to be followed to the letter. "It doesn't matter. Whoever it is will be dead soon," She told her sister, "Let's get this one back to Miya-sama's rooms."
With that, the pair of Arrancar escorted the young woman out of her cell.
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With a shriek of whorish rapture, Miya plunged into her strongest orgasm yet. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her fingers clawed deep gouges in the floor. Her pussy's pulsating convulsions as it frantically tried to milk Ichigo of his seed finally bore fruit. With a lustful roar of his own, Ichigo came undone, his cock pulsing as ropes of cum fired into his lover's womb. A single shot filled her womb. The next swelled her belly up as her pussy struggled to contain it all. After two more shots, Miya was looked three or four months pregnant. The Arrancar's cries had barely passed their crescendo when the sensation of being filled with so much hot, potent, sticky cum kicked her climax into overdrive. If she were still capable of thought, Miya would've realized it wasn't just Ichigo's semen that was driving her wild, but also his Reiryoku that was flowing inside of her as well. So out of it was she, that she didn't even notice him pulling out of her. Stroking himself to prolong his orgasm, Ichigo's cock continued spewing rope after rope of seed all over the woman. Her hair, face, and open mouth took the brunt of his fifth shot. While her neck and breasts were splattered by the sixth and seventh. The last three loads coated the undersides of her breasts along with her stomach and boots, her legs still folded up from where Ichigo had placed them.
As his orgasm faded, Ichigo felt like he was about to collapse. He barely maneuvered himself to sit on the ground rather than simply collapse atop Miya. That had been more intense than his fight against Byakuya. 'Though, looks like I'm better off than she is.' Miya lay on the floor, completely insensate, only her labored breathing revealed she was still alive. Moreover, her front was covered in cum. Some deadpan part of Ichigo's mind quipped, 'I think she's wearing more white now than when she was dressed.' The more rational part of his mind was amazed at the sheer volume of his loads. The first one certainly felt large, but the proof of how massive they were was currently coating the woman in front of her. Not to mention leaking out of her well fucked pussy. 'Maybe it has something to do with being a Shinigami? Or a Visored? Or maybe-'
Ichigo's thoughts were cut off by a wet smacking sound. Looking back to Miya, he saw the Primera had apparently regained enough of her wits to change her position. Though she now laid on her stomach, she was otherwise as out of it as ever. More importantly though was the fact her fat, jiggly ass was now on full display. Unable to help himself, Ichigo reached over and gave it a resounding smack. Clap! Miya moaned weakly but otherwise gave no response. But for Ichigo, watching her ass ripple from his strike was all he needed to be reinvigorated. His cock, though having yet to actually soften, was throbbing with need once more. And he knew exactly where to put it next.
Moving between the prone woman's legs, Ichigo grabs hold of one massive ass cheek and takes a moment to appreciate the feeling. Despite her otherwise muscular build, Miya's ponderous chest and juicy, plump ass were absolutely outstanding. They made him think of the various milfs in some of the hentai he hid from his family. 'Come to think of it, some of my stash went missing even before Kon started looking at it.' (Little did Ichigo know, while he had barely gotten off in months, Rukia most certainly had) Spreading the older woman's magnificent ass with one hand, Ichigo guides his cock with the other, aiming for her last unclaimed hole. Fortunately, his previous toying with Miya's asshole had loosened her up enough for him to find purchase, though his fingers weren't nearly as thick as his member. Her rosebud resisted, but after a moment of work, the Shinigami managed to slip the head of his cock inside.
Too lustful to take things slowly, and having already experience Miya's enjoyment of being fucked roughly, Ichigo buried the entirety of his cock inside her with one thrust, not stopping until his hips meet her ass. The sudden violation awakened the Arrancar from her stupor. Her head shot up and her mouth drops open in a silent scream. For his part, Ichigo could hardly believe how tight her ass is. If her pussy was like a vice, then her bowels were like an anaconda trying to strangle his dick. Still, no rest for the wicked or the horny. In a display of dominance he wouldn't have considered normally, Ichigo grabbed Miya by the back of her neck, not choking but firmly enough to let her know who was in charge. Once she submissively lowered her head, he proceeded to punish, plunder, and pound her perfect, pert, plump posterior.
"God, your ass is just perfect!" Ichigo growled, watching her butt shake and jiggle with every movement. Drawing back a hand, he harshly slapped Miya's ass, drawing forth a ragged moan from her quivering lips and making her bowels clench down on him. Thoroughly reveling in her reaction, he did it again. And again. And again.
In response, Miya positively howled her ecstasy. Her ass was by far her most sensitive part. Though Ichigo was too engrossed in ruining her to notice, her slit was spasming in orgasm every few smacks, gushing out a mixture of their juices each time. 'If this keeps… up, he'll kill… me with pleasure. …But… I never want it to end.' Outwardly, the tiger haired woman was too overwhelmed to speak or even properly moan. Though she'd long since lost count, she knew she'd had more orgasms in the last hour than she'd experienced in all her time as an Arrancar. "C- c- c- cu- c-" She chanted, unable to even finish the first word. Still, Miya hoped Ichigo got the hint. She needed him to cum inside her. She'd give anything for it to happen, anything at all.
Luckily for her, Ichigo couldn't withstand her divine derriere any longer. "Oh fffffuuccckkk!" Feeling like someone turned his pleasure all the way up to eleven, the teenager unleashed a torrent of cum inside the Primera's bowels. Her stomach, having almost entirely deflated from her earlier creampie, swelled once more as her guts were flooded with semen. For her part, Miya's pleasure had been turned up to twenty. She couldn't even utter a sound as her lights burst behind her eyes until the world whited out and she fainted. More drained than ever, Ichigo didn't even manage to pull out, simply collapsing atop Miya as he passed out.
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A lone woman picked her way through the mess that was once a sizable building in Los Noches. The walls and ceiling had since been obliterated and the floor was little more than gravel. 'It's been over an hour since Miya-sama's Reiatsu settled down. Why hasn't she returned yet?' She and her fellow fraccion had thought Miya-sama was in battle, but as she came across the still unconscious forms of the Primera and her "opponent", she realized the truth. Between the white pools of liquid, their naked forms, and the overwhelming smell of sex (and something else that was making her nethers itch), it was blatantly obvious the pair had been fucking like rabbits. An ironic sentiment perhaps, given her own bunny themed mask fragment. Brushing aside an errant strand of purple hair, Michelle Angelo carefully lifted her dress and approached her mistress.
Though she knew the boy, Kurosaki Ichigo, was Aizen-sama's enemy, Michelle dared not attempt to slay him herself. If the Shinigami still lived, it was because Miya-sama deigned it so. And if he was alive against her wishes, then there was nothing Michelle could possibly do against him. Instead, the violette squatted down and shook her mistress's shoulder. "Miya-sama? …Miya-sama?" Hopefully, she'd awaken soon; the sight of their naked joined bodies was arousing the fraccion more than she cared to admit.
Both the Primera and the Shinigami awakened with a groan. The female Espada found herself with a splitting headache, the likes of which she hadn't experienced since that time she first tried western liquor with Ryūken. 'Wait. Ryūken?' The body atop her shifted causing her to look back and see a face she recognized for a wholly different reason than she had only a couple hours ago. For the young man pulling his bitch breaker of a cock out of her ass was none other than, "Ichi-chan?"
Hearing his name called in that particular way made Ichigo shoot up, fully alert. His memories of his precious activities hit him like a cero. He had fucked the Primera Espada in all three holes before passing out atop her. But looking at her face now, seeing that familiar expression, and hearing her speak the way she had. All Ichigo could say was, "M-mom?"
Michelle watched the two in silence, not sure how to react to what she'd just heard. She barely knew how to react to what she'd stumbled upon before they woke up. Gripping her Zanpakutō, a Chinese trident, she waited for orders or at least a cue from her mistress. After several seconds, Miya, no Masaki finally broke the silence. "Hrnk! Gyahahahahaha!" She laughed loudly and mirthfully, occasionally interrupted by a snort. Ichigo and Michelle shared an awkward glance, not sure what to make of the woman's outburst. Once she regained control of herself, Masaki said, still chuckling, "Ahh, I can't believe it. I've seen a lot of porn, but I've never heard of a woman getting fucked so hard her mind unbroke. I got reversed ahegao'd!" She promptly burst into another peel of laughter.
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AN: Why/how is Masaki an Espada? Simply put, when Grand Fisher ate her, he went back to Hueco Mundo and was happened upon by Yammy as an Adjuchas who promptly ate him. In the ensuing evolution, Masaki took over as the dominant personality, but her mind was warped by the experience. Aizen knows who she is and thinks she's a good Ace in the Hole against Ichigo and Isshin. Oh and Masaki's stronger than Yammy because she has all his canon power plus her own (still no Yhwach because that was stupid. Instead, much like Vow, Masaki simply didn't have access to her power).
Michelle also isn't an OC. She's that unnamed arrancar from the Karakura Raizer episodes (just look up Unnamed Female Arrancar on the wiki). Since a lot of arrancar are named after architects and designers, I named her after Michelangelo. Lastly, Masaki's costume is basically a leotard version of Orihime's TYBW costume. And the rest of the Espada will be revealed if I ever do a follow up (only about half of them are the canon lineup).