Chapter 31: Explanations and fun

Lime

As Ichigo continued to leap through the air with Quorro in his arms and Yamma following very closely behind him, the entrance of the two espada did not go unnoticed. Kisuke and Yoruichi felt the two entering the park and decided to meet them face to face in order to asses the situation. Once they arrived though, they saw a rather interesting sight as Ichigo had also arrived and was twirling one of the espada in his arms. The sight caused the two to grow jealous, especially Yoruichi who hasn't gotten any from Ichigo in weeks now. It seemed like Ichigo had everything under control as the two didn't even bother to attack him, obviously too attracted to him to fight. Kisuke was about to drag Yoruichi away from wanting to beat the pale woman off of her strawberry when suddenly the trio down below leapt into the air. Kisuke became curious as to just what was Ichigo's play here. He was indeed powerful and could easily take care of himself, but something just felt off to the dirty blond. Something about that pale one in Ichigo's arms felt strange. It was the same feeling she got from Yoruichi but much stronger and definitely more potent. It seemed stronger the more that arrancar was near Ichigo.

'Just what in the world is going on nowadays with that boy?' Kisuke asked herself as she watched them leave. 'Whatever it is, I doubt even Aizen will figure it out.' Kisuke sighed as she had to hold Yoruichi back from chasing the three down, no way was she going to let these two have a taste of HER strawberry.

As the group of three continued, Ichigo felt that both Kisuke and Yoruichi weren't following them and was a bit disappointed to say the least. He hasn't really seen them around all too much for a while now and was starting to get a bit worried. Did they just not want to spend any time with him or were they busy with something? Whatever the case may be, he was sure he would find out sooner or later.

After a few more minutes, Ichigo landed on a grassy plain about a mile away from town and set Quorro down, much to her disappointment. Yamma landed next to the two as Ichigo sat down net to a tree with Quorro following not far behind. She sat next to his right side and snuggled into him as he placed his arm around her protectively. Ichigo looked up towards the much taller and muscular espada and slowly patted the spot next to his left. Yamma, seeing no reason to object to any of this, sat next to him rather quickly.

"So," he started, getting both of their attention, "just what exactly are you two doing here, besides to see me of course?" Ichigo looked to Quorro then Yamma with smirk on his face as he knew the two were completely charmed by him.

Yamma was surprisingly the one to answer him, despite the apparent annoyance in her tone from having to discuss business now. "Well, Aizen wants us to bring you in and have ya join us to fight the soul reapers."

Ichigo raised a brow at what he was just told. Why would this Aizen woman want him to join her all female group in order to fight against another female group and potentially just have sex with?

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Ichigo lowered his head as a large tear drop appeared behind. 'Well I guess I just answered my own question.'

Quorro saw his lowered head and raised a brow herself. "Ichigo, are you alright?"

"Yeah." He answered her while lifting his head back up and leaning back to rest on a tree. "Just, somehow I'm not surprised why Aizen would want me to join her."

"Well it's mainly so every one of us can fuck you for the most part." Yamma said with a big toothed grin.

Ichigo narrowed his eyes at her for a second before sighing. "Yeah that figures." He looked back to Quorro and saw her fidgeting under him a bit. "What's wrong Quorro?" He asked in a genuine tone but felt as if he already knew the answer judging from how she kept shifting her thighs around.

"N-nothing." She quickly answered only to feel Ichigo gently grab her by the chin and tilt her head so her eyes were locked onto his. She blushed heavily as Ichigo looked deep into her eyes.

Ichigo smiled to her. "You can always tell me what's on your mind Quorro." He leaned forward and kissed her lips gently, causing Yamma to become a little jealous herself.

Quorro leaned into his embrace and felt whole. Ever since that night of passion she had with Ichigo, she had felt like she was missing something. When she left his side without even saying goodbye to him, she felt as if the emptiness inside of her had grown. When she was with him, that emptiness wasn't even a factor, but the second she left, that emptiness returned twofold.

Yamma gritted her teeth as she saw just how well Ichigo was working Quorro's lips so easily. She was starting to get pissed off at being left out of the action and decided not to just stand there anymore.

Right as the two parted for much needed air, the tall espada struck in a sense. She quickly grabbed Ichigo by his collar and pulled him into a bruising and sloppy kiss. Ichigo was surprised at first, but expected this to happen as Yamma was practically seething every second he gave Quorro all of the attention. He leaned into it and even slipped his hand into her coat to cop a feel on her muscular stomach. This caused her to moan slightly as Ichigo began to rub her surprisingly smooth skin. Yamma gasped loudly as soon as he reached her breast, causing her mouth to open and Ichigo to dominate her tongue with ease.

Quorro for the most part was upset that Yamma had just taken away her moment with Ichigo, but at the same time she was getting aroused by what she was seeing. Ichigo was working over the much larger woman with ease now and she was starting to feel hot and bothered from the sight. She was getting wet just from watching their interaction and she wanted more, right now.

Ichigo felt his arm being pulled towards something warm and wet. He turned his attention towards Quorro and saw she had his arm buried deep against her moist womanhood. He smirked as he knew exactly what these two wanted.

And he was going to give it to them in spades.

[Las Noches, Quorro's room]

While Quorro was away along with Yamma to bring Ichigo back with them, the sound of soft snores could be heard within the forth espada's room. Quorro was usually a woman of rather spartan-like taste when it came to her room. Everything was usually a stark white from the small, one person bed to the singular drawer that held only the bare necessities for someone to live with. Everything about her personality was shown in her room, which held just as much of a personality as she did: none.

But that was before she met Ichigo Kurosaki, the only male soul in the spiritual worlds.

Her room was now a bit of a mess with her now much larger, queen sized mattress having many stains from sleepless nights ever present. The shelves on the drawer being strewn about all over the room, clothes laying everywhere, and the sheets for said bed bundled up at the foot of the bed itself. This is where the soft snores could be heard from.

Lying there, sleeping peacefully as can be, was a baby girl of sorts. Her skin was slightly paled with a slight tanned color to her, black fingernails upon her hands that were gripping the sheets around her, and the most unique feature of all, dark orange hair atop her head. Hair that went just past her ears and smoothed out.

The little girl continued to sleep, enjoying the quietness of the room and the calmness in her soul. Until a faint energy began to resonate with around her. The energy was black with wisps of dark green and red around it. The energy continued to encase her slowly and steadily rose with each passing minute. The energy began to flare about within the room, causing a bit of a strong breeze to whirl inside the room. This continued on as the energy seeped inside of the baby girl for over an hour, until it finally died down and stopped suddenly. Once it did, the energy encasing the baby girl broke away to reveal child no older than five or six, laying there in the bed. Her skin had a bit more of a tan while still having a pale shine, her dark orange hair reached all the way to her hips and when she opened her eyes, they were a deep chocolate color. The girl slowly sat up, grabbing the sheets to cover her nude and petite form, before looking around the room in confusion. She knows this place, but does not know where they were. She opened her mouth to speak, and could only say a few words.

"Mommy? Daddy?"

If you were expecting a lemon chapter, sorry to disappoint you there. Also guess what...

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I FINALLY GRADUATED COLLEGE YA'LL!

Now I'm not gonna be too swamped with things to write. I will be posting as often as two or three times a week on all of my stories that are unfinished and will eventually get to that mass crossover event involving my Ichigo's of other fics. Glad to know everyone still very much enjoys my stories.

You guys kick ass!

Anyway, the next chapter here will be about said child that has just grown up. I know it may seem cliché to use this kind of trope, but I promise you guys that it'll have my own spin to it to make it seem unique. With that being said, what do ya'll think I should call her? I may do a poll as I have some ideas but I wouldn't mind feedback of any kind. There's no such thing as a bad answer here. Lol.

Till next time, and as always...

PEACE!