Filling Hollow Holes

by The Sinful

A different Espada fixates on Ichigo and interrupts Ulquiorra's attempt to kill him. Smut ensues. Semi-surprise ending. Not a serious story at all.

2. A Long Time Coming and Cumming

Filling Hollow Holes Chapter 2

"Speech"
'Thoughts'
"Zanpakutō"
"Hollows/Vizard"
"{Speaking a different language}"

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Within her personal chambers deep inside Los Noches, the Cuatra Espada was enjoying some personal time. Or to put it more bluntly, Nelliel currently had three fingers buried in her pussy. As she hit a particularly sensitive spot, her naked ass raised from where she'd sat on her balcony. Though she knew it was unlikely any of the invaders would spot her, the idea that they might thrilled her nonetheless. And so, the verdette made sure to keep her legs spread wide, all the better to show off to her hypothetical audience, even as she savaged her breasts with her free hand. Having always been a masochist, Nelliel didn't settle for simple gropes and massages. No, she mauled her tits hard enough to leave bruises and twisted her nipples until she cried out. Shifting her right hand, Nel drove her last three fingers as deep as she could into her drooling quim and viciously pinched her clit between her thumb and index finger. With a keening wail, the verdette came, her hips lifting into the air to hump at a nonexistent cock as her fluids gushed out.

As she came down from her high, Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck lay back on her balcony, her sweaty chest heaving in the afterglow. Once more, her thoughts drifted to days passed. Just a few short years ago, she had been the Tercera Espada despite being far weaker than she was now. Back then, she still had Fraccion too. 'I should have killed Nnoitra years ago.' The previous Octava had been a pain in her shapely ass since she'd met him. If he wasn't challenging her to fights, he was slaughtering potential recruits to satisfy his bloodlust. But one day, he finally went too far. She'd returned to her quarters to find both of her subordinates, Pesche and Dondochakka, bleeding out from Nnoitra's cowardly attack. At the time, Nel hadn't even registered his words. But she had remembered his greatest desire: "To die on his feet in the heat of battle" and she knew exactly how to hurt him. Nnoitra did not die on his feet nor did he go down fighting. Instead, he found himself dismembered and pinned to the ground by her Zanpakutō as she ate him alive. Unfortunately for his collaborator, Nnoitra's last words (besides his begging pleas) were to wonder why Szayelapporo's device hadn't worked. The Arrancar scientist was devoured in her rage as well.

Now here she was in the present, stronger than ever, but without her beloved companions. She wasn't completely alone; a few of her fellow Espada were at least amicable, if not necessarily friendly. But it wasn't the same. Picking herself up off the floor, Nelliel headed inside to clean herself off. From the feel of her Reiatsu, Miya was done enjoying herself with one of the invaders, and the Cuatra felt obliged to check in on her. Some probably assumed the Primera had been fighting, but the verdette knew better; Miya's "opponent" had been far weaker than her at the start, only for their Reiatsu to climb until it nearly rivaled the Primera. Miya wouldn't have allowed an enemy she outclassed so vastly the time to grow that powerful, nor would she have dragged the battle out for nearly an hour. So, once she was presentable, Nelliel would seek out one of the few she might call a friend.

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"Hulghk! Hulghk! Hulghk!" Rukia choked and gagged. With an arrancar gripping her by her hair and forcing her to throat the largest cock she had ever seen and said cock belonging to her friend/roommate/undefined Ichigo and said arrancar claiming to be his mother, it was a bit of an understatement to say Rukia was having a weird day. Off to the side, another Arrancar laid on the ground, semen still flowing freely out of her backside as she quietly groaned. She had been Rukia's opponent up until about half an hour ago. Now, she was just another bitch, to use Masaki's words. Rukia herself might be well on her way to becoming one of Ichigo's bitches, but if she was, she was a very willing bitch. As far as she was concerned, the milf behind her wasn't so much forcing her to suck Ichigo off as she was helping her fit the whole thing in her throat. "Hulghk!" Rukia's eyes widened as she was pushed forward until her nose was pressed against Ichigo's groin, his heavy balls resting on her chin.

"Rukia!" Ichigo groaned, grasping her hair tight.

"Hm~ You look so cute with my son's cock in your throat, dear," The Arrancar purred as she leaned down to kiss her cheek. As the taller woman fondled her body, Rukia's mind drifted back to how she got where she was now.

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It had started with her helping to infiltrate Las Noches alongside Ichigo and their friends to rescue Orihime. Then they had split up (in hindsight, that was a phenomenally stupid idea) and she ended up fighting the Diez Espada, one Cirucci Thunderwitch. Their fight had barely started when an ocean of Reiatsu threatened to crush them both. Shortly after it started, another Reiatsu rose up to meet it. Slowly and weakly at first, but it grew in intensity until it was akin to a dam holding back the first signature from drowning them. Rukia and Cirucci had resumed their fight then but it was half-hearted at best; both were still too wary of the clashing Reiatsu in the distance. For both, it was like knowing a pair of tigers were fighting just out of sight; they might be preoccupied for the moment, but eventually one would win.

Once they were sure both Reiatsu signatures had truly settled down and weren't about to flare back up, their battle truly began. Shikai, Resurreccion, Kidō, Cero, all had been utilized in an attempt to slay their enemy. Cirucci had lost her left wing and her arm was encased in ice. Meanwhile, Rukia had a number of minor injuries herself but she was confident in her victory.

Then those monstrous Reiatsu signatures stirred. Not long after, the pair arrived at the ongoing battle. Rukia's and Cirucci's latest attacks were deflected before either had even registered the newcomers' presences. Rukia recognized Ichigo by sight instantly, his appearance the same as ever. But somehow, he was far more powerful than he'd been just earlier that day. His Reiatsu was… denser, heavier than it had been before. And he had what could only be an Espada by his side… who was nude for some reason. A few words had been exchanged. The Espada introduced herself as Kurosaki Masaki, the Primera Espada. And then she had introduced Ichigo as her son and lover, declaring he had equal authority to herself in all things.

But more interestingly, as Ichigo stood nearby, Rukia noticed Cirucci… panting? The violette's face was flushed as she seemingly struggled to catch her breath. Even as she watched, the other woman tried to surreptitiously rub her thighs together, glancing at Ichigo repeatedly. Yet at the same time, she also grew… angrier? She was blatantly turned on, but also glaring at the newcomers. Finally, Cirucci exploded, "The fuck's this bull?! I'm not taking orders from another Shinigami no matter what you say, Primera!"

Masaki's answering smile was outright predatory. Reaching into Ichigo's robe, she fished out a cock that Rukia could scarcely believe was real. The size, the girth, both of which grew even more incredible as the Primera confidently stroked him. "Mom, what're you-" Ichigo tried to ask, only to be cut off.

"Call me Masaki, dear. Or maybe bitch. After all, you already made me yours," Masaki purred. Soon the teen reached full mast. 'And damn if there isn't a lot of mast,' Rukia's mind supplied.

Smiling in satisfaction, Masaki turned towards Cirucci. The shorter Espada alternated between glaring at her superior and glancing hungrily at Ichigo's dick. In a move that surprised everyone but herself, the Primera forcibly resealed her junior's resurreccion before her hand flashed out and lodged three fingers in Cirucci's cunt, not even having to worry about her clothing getting in the way thanks to the earlier battle. "Holy shit, you crazy- !" The Diez Espada's words were interrupted and the air driven violently from her lungs as Masaki effortlessly lifted her up by the hand that was violating her before harshly impaling the violette ass-first on Ichigo's cock.

Rukia gasped in shock, and perhaps more arousal than she'd like to admit, as Ichigo groaned in surprise and pleasure. As Cirucci's expression wavered between shock, pleasure, and pain, Masaki grinned fiercely. With her grip on her junior, she fucked the other Espada on Ichigo's dick, using her free hand to tear off the remains of Cirucci's clothes. "You wanted to know what I was doing, Ichigo? I'm reminding this cunt of her place." Smirking down at her junior, she explained, "She's an uppity little thing who sometimes forgets to respect her betters. But with a bit of effort, she'll learn that if she's going to open her mouth, it better be to suck your cock." She moved faster now, roughly slamming Cirucci into Ichigo's pelvis. Condescendingly patting the smaller woman's cheek, she grinned, "Isn't that right dear?"

"Hnnnggg!" Cirucci's reply was growled through clenched teeth as she endured her first orgasm of the day. Though the Primera didn't realize it, her underling was both a sadist and a masochist. She couldn't get off without inflicting or enduring pain, and with a cock the size of a club being driven into her ass like they were trying to kill her, she was most definitely getting off.

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Now here they were. Cirucci passed out naked while Rukia herself knelt before Ichigo, her hands resting on his thighs as his pillar of a cock stuffed her throat. The young woman wouldn't lie and say she'd never considered being in such a position before. She had lived in Ichigo's closet for months and had seen him naked more times than she could count (and far more times than he knew). The Kuchiki had pleasured herself to thoughts of Ichigo many, many times. Perhaps her favorite fantasy was one where Ichigo demanded she pay rent with her body before stuffing her magnificent peach of an ass. Or ones where he'd creampie her before school then steal her panties, forcing her to attend class with his cum running down her legs. Now, even if things ended here, the young Kuchiki's fantasies would be so much better now that she knew what Ichigo tasted like, not to mention how he sounded when he was cumming… Which happened to be identical to how he sounded right now.

Rukia barely had time to realize what was about to happen before Ichigo groaned and Masaki pushed her down until her son's balls rested against the ravenette's chin once more. An outright torrent of cum poured down her throat as Ichigo came. With him so deep in her throat, she didn't even have to worry about swallowing as it flooded her stomach. 'How can there be so much?' Yes, the balls contracting against her chin were certainly enormous and definitely felt heavy, but Ichigo had already dumped so much into Cirucci that Rukia could scarcely believe he had anything left in the tank. Right as the oxygen deprivation was getting to her and the darkness was closing in on the edges of her vision, Masaki finally pulled Rukia back. The last few shots splashed all over her face and hair, not to mention stained her uniform, though she was hardly in the right state of mind to worry about such things. Especially when Ichigo's mother bent way over at the waist, making damn sure to point her massive ass towards her son, and started licking Rukia's face clean. Once the Shinigami's face was cleaned of cum, Masaki promptly kissed her. It took Rukia only half a moment to realize what the Espada was doing as she shared the thick seed with her. The taste was magnificent. Rukia's own tongue promptly shoved its way into the larger woman's mouth, seeking out any hints of the delicious fluid.

When the Primera pulled back, Rukia followed her for a moment, trying to taste more. Giving her a smile that was almost motherly, she asked the Shinigami, "Was there something else you wanted, dear?"

But her response wasn't addressed to the Espada. Instead, she moved to stare up at Ichigo, her eyes dark with lust. "Fuck me, Ichigo. Let's make up for the months I could've spent with your dick inside me."

Stunned by her plea, Ichigo looked towards his mother, only for the woman to chide him. "This is about the two of you. Don't look to me for an answer. I didn't make her do this; I just gave her the opportunity." Turning back to Rukia, Ichigo answered her with actions rather than words. Sweeping Rukia up into his arms, he kissed her fiercely, supporting her weight easily with his hand on her ass. The much shorter woman would forever deny that she squeaked in response. Both of them pawed at each other, pulling at each other's robes without breaking their liplock. For her part, Masaki smiled. "I can see you two are busy; I'll just go handle some other business."

Just before she left via Sonido, she witnessed her son throw Rukia to the ground in a mating press and slam into her. "ICHIGO!" The petite woman cried out as she was filled to the brim in a single thrust.

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Within the Primera's palace, Loly was anxiously pacing, not that she'd ever admit to feeling anxious. "Where is Miya-sama? She said she wouldn't be long but it's been hours!" Nearby, Orihime sat on one end of a rather nice couch, white like it seemed all the furniture was in Los Noches. Idly, she wondered if they ever had trouble with stains. She'd a white quilt once but then she'd accidentally got some of her peanut butter, wasabi, and natto sandwich on it and the stain never came out no matter what she tried. The teen glanced over at the other end of the couch where Menoly was sitting. Curiously, the blonde Arrancar had one foot neatly tucked behind her head, seemingly quite comfortable despite the contortion. When her sole visible eye met Orihime's, she pointedly glanced at Loly then back at her before rolling her eye. The teen had to suppress a giggle at her clear exasperation. The final occupant of the room was the purple haired Michelle, who didn't seem to be paying any of them the slightest attention from where she regally sipped her coffee in a nearby armchair.

Just as Loly was gearing up for more anxious ranting disguised as anger, a fifth woman appeared directly in her path, causing the fraccion to collide face first with the other woman's cleavage. The first thing Orihime noticed was that this newcomer was tall. Absurdly so even, probably even taller than Sado. The second thing was that she was very naked. Besides a pair of thigh high boots (which, Orihime distractedly noticed, ended in three-inch heels), the new Arrancar was clad in nothing but a considerable amount of some viscous white fluid. As Loly sharply pulled back, it was clear that said liquid was now splattered all over her face as well. "What the fu- Miya-sama! You're back!" In a heartbeat, Loly's outrage turned to stammering subservience upon recognizing her mistress, "Uh, I, we retrieved the human as ordered, ma'am!"

Even if not for Loly's words, Orihime would've realized who this was. She knew the Espada all had their rank tattooed on their body, and this woman, under her breasts that dwarfed even her own and defined abdominal muscles, had a gothic 1 right over her womb. "Well done dear," the Primera stated as she rubbed Loly's cheek. The Arrancar noticeably pressed herself against the hand rather like an affectionate cat. When the hand pulled away, she briefly followed after it before catching herself. "You as well, Menoly. My own efforts were wonderfully fruitful." Miya ignored Michelle lightly snorting into her drink. The rabbit Arrancar knew full well how 'fruitful' her lady's time was. "But before anything, I'm afraid that I'm in desperate need of a shower. Oh, Loly, I got you dirty too. Come along, we can shower together." As she left the room, Loly all but skipping after her, she tossed over her shoulder, "It's nice to meet you Inoue-chan. We'll talk more later!"

From where she still sat, Orihime looked at the other two, "Um… is that… normal of her?" She wasn't entirely certain what exactly she was talking about, or even necessarily who. Both of the women who were apparently leaving to shower had acted rather oddly in her opinion.

Menoly answered her first. "Loly? Absolutely. Ever since Miya-sama selected us as her fraccion, she's been aggressive with everyone else but a loyal dog to Miya-sama." Folding her other leg up, the tomboy crossed her ankles behind her head, still looking perfectly comfortable despite being twisted in a way that made Orihime's hips hurt just looking at her. "Or to put it more bluntly, she's a bitch in every way that matters. As for Miya-sama? No, that was… bizarre."

"It's because of the intruder," Michelle chimed in, still sipping her coffee and not looking at either of them. "She went to confront the one known as Kurosaki. Something happened and the two ended up having sex. A lot of sex." Quietly enough the other two couldn't hear her, she muttered, "It was everywhere!" Remembering something, she spoke louder, "Oh, and Miya-sama says her name is actually Masaki. She claims that Kurosaki-san is her son."

That revelation struck the other two like a meteor. Menoly's legs slipped back down, her feet hitting the ground loudly as she stared at her comrade. As for Orihime, her mind was filled with countless conjured images of Ichigo and his apparent mother having sex. The carnal imaginings were further fueled by the state Masaki had been in when she'd arrived. 'If that white liquid was Kurosaki-kun's… stuff. Then they…' The poor girl's face flushed a deep crimson mere moments before she fainted.

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Fucking Ichigo, Rukia decided, was definitely worth the wait. The intensity of his thrusts was only matched by the intensity of his eyes. His strong hands exploring her body, his muscular chest like iron beneath her hands, and of course his fat cock splitting her in two. His balls slapped wetly against her cute peach of an ass, slathered in her juices as he ravaged her. 'If I could start again, I'd have introduced myself to him by shoving his dick down my throat.' At the very least, she wouldn't have waited nearly half a year to get her legs wrapped around his waist. "Rukia," He gasped, "I'm… getting-"

In response, her legs grasped tighter, seeking to pull him even deeper inside. Something she doubted was possible given he'd already managed to fill her womb, not that she cared. What mattered was that Ichigo didn't stop pounding her. "Ins-side, dammit! Give me… every… drop!" She panted. In her lust addled mind, Rukia decided that even if she wasn't pregnant by the time they finished, Ichigo was damn well going to pump her full of cum until she looked like she was.

Ichigo didn't need any more encouragement. He briefly sped up even further before bottoming out entirely as his balls tightened up and he erupted. The first salvo was enough to coat Rukia's womb. The second filled it. The following several shots pumped her impossibly full of cum. At the same time, Rukia's juices spurted out, causing the puddle beneath them to grow that much more as she orgasmed yet again. Ichigo pumped slowly, making sure he got every last drop inside Rukia like she demanded, before stopping entirely. As the two panted, Rukia felt his seed start to slowly leak out of her, even the plug made by his massive cock not enough to keep it contained. 'Well then, we'll just have to put some more in me. Won't we?' She decided lasciviously.

Putting her hands on Ichigo's shoulders, Rukia rolled them over so she was straddling him. "You're still hard, Ichigo. I said I wanted every drop."

Smirking up at her, he gripped her ass tightly in both hands and gave a single thrust upwards, enjoying the lewd moan she let out. "Then you had better get to work, Rukia," He challenged. Regaining her composure, she smirked down at him and placed her hands back on his chest, giving her the leverage she needed to properly bounce her hips. With this new angle, he went just as deep, but he rubbed against her insides differently than before. And of course, her mildly swollen belly added another dimension to things, letting her know just how full of her lover's cum she was. 'Not full enough.' With that, her hips quickly picked up their pace. Her ass slammed down against him hard enough to sound like she was being spanked. But then she'd pause and instead rotate her hips, grinding in a circle so Ichigo's member rubbed against every last inch of her insides.

Had she a thought to spare for him, she might have felt bad for Renji, her childhood friend whom she knew carried a torch for her. But he'd never made a move in nearly half a century and if she had her way, Ichigo was going to break her pussy and absolutely ruin her for other men. So he was fucking his mother, so what? She'd eat a load out of the milf's ass if Ichigo was stuffing hers while she did so. Nothing was going to take this feeling away from her. And so, Rukia slammed herself against Ichigo's hips, crying out like a woman possessed, her shrieks redoubling as Ichigo began to match her thrusts and drove himself that tiny bit further into her that much harder.

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As she finished dressing in one of her spare outfits, Masaki took a moment to admire her fraccion's cute little butt as she pulled her skirt up. The younger woman was exceedingly eager to help her get clean, especially when told to use her tongue. She understood why of course. Aizen gave Loly power, but "Miya" had given her purpose and, perhaps more importantly, affection. She didn't have to worry about Loly speaking against her new plans; if she suggested it, the other Arrancar would happily die for her. She wouldn't of course; even when she'd been just Miya Asama, she wouldn't have thrown away her underlings so callously. Now? Well, Loly did have a rather nice set of child-bearing hips, didn't she? Reaching out, she gave her subordinate's butt a playful slap, enjoying the squeak she let out in response.

The pair re-entered the main lounge area of her palace, only to find Menoly still contorting herself in ways that made Masaki's spine hurt just watching, though now on the floor. Orihime however, was now passed out on the couch and Michelle was nowhere in sight. A questioning look at her blonde subordinate earned an extremely painful looking shrug, the back of the girl's head almost touching her ass. "She didn't take it too well when she heard you fucked your son, Masaki-sama." Yeah, Masaki supposed she couldn't blame the girl for that. There'd been suggestions that the girl had feelings for Ichigo, so hearing he was seemingly off the market would be a pretty harsh slap in the face. That, or maybe it was the incest. Hopefully not; she fully intended for her darling son to have as many women as possible (and men if that was his thing; she'd have to ask) and young Orihime was a stunner.

Speaking of which, the girl stirred and groaned as she awoke. Slowly sitting up, she rubbed sleep from her eye rather adorably. "No more jelly on my toast; it gives me weird dreams."

"Any wet dreams?" Masaki playfully teased. Orihime 'eeped' in surprise as she looked at her, eyes wide and face scarlet as she remembered why she fainted to begin with. "That's not a no~" The older woman purred, "Ara ara, you're so cute when you're flustered. I could just eat. You. Up."

"Are you dominating your fraccion again, Miya-san?" A new voice called from the next room. Michelle entered the room and trailing her was someone Orihime hadn't met before: A green haired woman with a horned mask perched atop her head. She was actually the most modestly dressed female Arrancar Orihime had seen, having the entirety of her body from the neck down covered. It struck her as odd, given how much skin some of the others, such as Miy- er, Masaki-san showed. Upon spotting her, the newly arrived arrancar asked, "Hm? What is Aizen-sama's prisoner doing here? Wasn't she placed in Ulquiorra's care?"

Masaki smirked, the action transforming her face from a lewd older woman into something far more dangerous. "She was but I'm afraid I had to relieve the Sexta of his prisoner and his life. You see," Here her smirk widened to show an uncomfortable number of teeth, "I've decided that Aizen-sama needs to die."

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AN: We finally have a second chapter. I think the inevitable Chapter 3 would be the end of Hueco Mundo, with Chapter 4 being everyone back in the Living World, Aizen dealt with, and more girls handling Ichigo's oversized Zanpakutō. So since I wrote a second chapter, here's the Espada list I promised along with their Aspects of Death and the locations of their Tattoos (for those that don't have canon ones).

Masaki (Chance) (Womb tattoo)

Starrk (Loneliness)

Baraggan (Age) (Back)

Nel (Mercy)

Harribel (Sacrifice)

Ulquiorra (Nihilism)

Grimmjow (Destruction)

Zommari (Intoxication) (Left thigh)

Dordoni (Pride) (Right bicep)

Cirucci (Rage) (Left ass cheek)

Figured I should mention, just because I include a fetish or sex act, doesn't mean it's something I'm into. There's some stuff I'm absolutely not at all into and refuse to write (pegging, scat, watersports, and vore for example). But other stuff like say BDSM or footjobs? Even if I'm not a fan, it doesn't put me off and I'm willing to write it if I think the characters would do it. And yes, I'm fully aware that you can't breach a woman's cervix (and succeeding would be RIDICULOUSLY painful for her) and that semen would dry after mere minutes, but I'm going full hentai logic and I can do what I want, like have Ichigo's cum still be liquid some two hours after he and Masaki started fucking.

Orihime's comment about weird dreams was too good to pass up. If she normally eats really weird combinations, then the idea that totally normal ones give her weird dreams seemed… funny, if not sensible.

Very Minor Omake:

Holding her bow high, Masaki declared, "Terrorize, Ganso!" A cloud of white feathers burst into being from her Reiryoku, temporarily blocking the Primera from view as she erupted with light. The feathers were seemingly reabsorbed into Masaki's body and the light faded as two pairs of white wings burst from her back, revealing her transformed body. Her hair had grown, reaching almost down to her butt as it spilled out of a helmet that covered the entire top half of her head, including her eyes. A Quincy cross was engraved over the front of her helmet. Masaki's left arm was covered by a glove that reached almost to her shoulder and from its wrist sprouted two long thin wings, like the limbs of a bow. To say her body was covered by her white clothing would be misleading. While the Primera's left leg was covered from her high heeled shoe all the way up to her hip, the right was had only the shoe and was otherwise bare up to her hip, with even her ass cheek exposed. A gaping hole in either side of her body suit exposed the entirety of Masaki's abs and back. Finally, her breasts were contained by a strapless bra with undersized cups designed to look like golden wings. Ichigo wouldn't be surprised if she "spilled out" from a particularly sharp movement. All in all, she looked like a cross between an angel and a dominatrix.