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Chapter Fourteen

A week later….
Karakura Town Church

The four Kurosakis stood at the altar, nervous looks on the men's faces while the girls had happy faces. Today was the day that their family had been waiting for, the day that the emptiness that'd been left behind with Masaki's passing was filled.

Today was the day Isshin and Orihime married.

The church was filled with all of their friends, everyone eager to see the two lovers tie the knot. Along with their classmates, many of Ichigo and Orihime's Soul Reaper friends had come to witness the happy moment, having procured Gigais to blend in with the rest of the Humans.

Standing as his father's best man, Ichigo stood next to Isshin, seeing the nervous look on his face. He wondered if his father was this nervous when he married his mother. Still, he was happy for Isshin; he was happy that his father had found happiness and that they could finally cement their love. On the opposite side were the bridesmaids that Orihime had invited. Tatsuki, Yoruichi, Rangiku and Karin were asked to be bridesmaids while Yuzu got to be the flower girl. Looking into the church pews, Ichigo saw that among the guests were most of the captains, barring the Head-Captain, Kurotsuchi and Soi-Fon. He was even amused to see Kenpachi, dressed in a suit, sitting next to Unohana, who looked like she was keeping him on a tight leash.

The waiting was over when the doors opened up. Many a breath was taken away as Orihime was led down the aisle. Clad in a white wedding dress courtesy of Uryu, Orihime was the definition of beautiful. In her hands was a bouquet of white roses, complimenting her stunning dress. Orihime walked down the aisle looking the happiest in her life.

Leading her down the aisle was Byakuya Kuchiki, dressed in the finest suit money could buy. Because Orihime didn't have a family she didn't have a father to give her away. Byakuya, who'd come down to have a serious talk with Ichigo regarding his relationship with his sister, offered to give Orihime away to Isshin. Touched, Orihime quickly said yes, honored that Rukia's brother would do such a thing.

Reaching the altar Byakuya led her up the steps before turning away, giving Isshin a rare smile before standing next to Ichigo.

As the preacher took the stage both Orihime and Isshin held hands, looking into each other's eyes. Any fear that Isshin had melted as he stared at Orihime's happy, hazel eyes. The look on her face made him feel like they were the only two people in the world.

Getting the proceedings underway, the preacher began to speak, blessing the two's love in front of the crowd. Everyone endured the long-winded speech until he finally reached his end. "Isshin Kurosaki," the man said, turning to the groom. "Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?" he asked.

Taking the ring in his hand, Isshin slid it onto Orihime's finger. "I do."

"And do you, Orihime, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

Mirroring Isshin's actions, Orihime slid her ring onto his finger. The ring had been a gift from Kisuke who'd made it himself. "I do."

"Then by the power vested in me, I hereby pronounce you as man and wife. Isshin and Orihime Kurosaki. Isshin," he turned to the groom. "You may kiss your bride."

Isshin didn't need to be told. Lifting Orihime's veil he leaned forward. Orihime wrapped her arms around the man as they kissed, their first as husband and wife. The crowd cheered as they kissed, Kisuke letting out a loud whistle.

Turning to their friends, Orihime waved at everyone before turning around. A hush fell upon the crowd as Orihime tossed her bouquet into the air. When a hand reached up into the air and grabbed it, everyone turned to see who caught the lucky bouquet, earning a lot of laughs when everyone saw that Kenpachi had caught it. Both he and Unohana looked at each other awkwardly and chuckled….

Isshin and Orihime walked down the aisle together, Yuzu throwing flowers in their wake. Still on the stage, Ichigo stood next to the bridesmaids, happy for his father and new stepmother. "You know, it just occurred to me," he told Karin.

"What?"

"We're going to have to call Orihime Mom from now on."

Karin looked at her brother and shrugged. "It's not as weird as having a new baby brother or sister."

Ichigo nodded and continued clapping for the pair as they made their way out of the church.

"Um…Isshin?" Orihime whispered as the sunshine hit her, making her look like an angel wrapped in white with her dress. "Where are we going exactly?" So caught up with Yoruichi and Uryu in making the wedding plans she'd neglected on what happened afterwards. "Don't we…go on a honeymoon?" she asked, blushing.

Isshin grinned as a limo pulled up. "Way ahead of you. Yoruichi pulled us a favor and we've got a beach house reserved for us on a private beach. Just you and me for the next week."

Giggling, Orihime hugged her new husband. "I can't wait. Hold on…" Orihime blinked as the limo stopped. "Where'd the limo come from?"

Ichigo was wondering the same thing as he and his sisters stepped out to see them off. When he saw the driver's door open up he gaped. "Ikumi?" He stared at his boss, standing there wearing a chauffeur's uniform. "What are you doing here? And where'd you get the limo?"

"I pulled a few strings. Your friend with the hat hired me to take these two to their honeymoon. You refused to show up to work so I had to come."

"I'm at my dad's wedding!" Ichigo retorted.

Ignoring the quarrel, Isshin helped his bride into the limo before getting in behind her. Waving goodbye to his family, Isshin closed the door. Ikumi got back in the driver's seat and sped away, leaving the son with his friends and family….

Later that afternoon….
Private Beach

The ocean waves crashed onto the shore as Orihime sat on the beach, dressed in a white bikini courtesy of Yoruichi. After Ikumi dropped them off, the two entered their honeymoon spot before getting out of their wedding clothes.

Hearing footsteps, she turned to see her lover approach her, wearing black swim trunks. Sitting down next to her on the beach towel he pulled her close. Orihime laid her head on his shoulder as they watched the tide come in. Wrapping his arm around her, Isshin kissed her forehead. "Beautiful, isn't it?"

"Yes…" Orihime reached for his hand and slipped her fingers in between his. "I love it." She looked up and kissed Isshin's cheek. "It's almost hard to believe. We're married!" she giggled.

"How do you feel, Mrs. Kurosaki?" her husband teased.

"Good."

"And the baby?"

Orihime patted her stomach. "Perfectly fine. Unohana gave me an exam earlier and said I should be perfectly fine."

Isshin gave her another kiss. "That's good to hear." Looking around, Isshin was reminded that there were completely isolated on the beach and smiled. His hand slowly trailed up her back, toying with the knot to her bikini top. "So are you ready, Mrs. Kurosaki?" he teased, pressing his lips to her ear and breathing heavily.

A seductive smile graced Orihime's lips. "Oh I am…are you?" she teased in return, putting her hand on the bulge in his swim trunks.

Throwing away his restraint, Isshin cupped his wife's face and gave her a passionate kiss. Orihime wrapped her arms around his naked shoulders and gave herself over to her inner desire. As the sun turned orange in the afternoon's light, the newlyweds entwined their tongues before Orihime climbed into Isshin's lap. The man made quick work of the knot to her bikini and tossed it away, exposing her breasts to the open air.

Smiling with lustful passion, Orihime stood up and fingered the knots to her bikini bottom. Grinning, Isshin reached down and grabbed it with his hand. With no restraint he ripped off her bikini bottom, tossing it to the sand. Orihime's cheeks burned as she stood in the afternoon sun in all her glory, her hair billowing in the wind as she smiled down at her newlywed husband.

Getting onto his knees, Isshin ran his hands up and down her smooth, elegant legs and caressed her body, lavishing her with his attention. Pressing his lips against her thigh, Isshin slowly kissed his way up her front until he reached her moist honeypot. Orihime's eyes became glazed when Isshin pressed his face into her muff, licking her pink folds. Her hands went to her husband's head as she stood on the sands, panting as her husband licked her pussy. Her head tilted backwards while her fingers ran through his dark hair, enticing him to pleasure her more. Orihime bit her lip as her husband caressed her thighs with his hands, bending over and gasping in ecstasy when Isshin turned his attention to her clit. "Ohhh!" she moaned, sweat beading down her back as the sun's heat mixed with the fire in her loins. "Isshin! I'm cumming!" she shouted into the open sky before climaxing all over her husband's face.

To Isshin, Orihime's love juices was like ambrosia, the sounds of her cries mixing with waves. As Orihime's legs wobbled Isshin quickly stood up and scooped his beloved off her feet, kissing her passionately and giving her a taste of herself on his lips. Orihime melted into her husband's lips while her arms and legs wrapped around him, grinding her naked pussy against his clothed bulge. The thought of doing it with Isshin out in the open like this turned on more than any video could.

Setting his wife down on the towel Isshin quickly pulled down his trunks, letting his cock free for his wife to stare. Orihime rubbed her legs and licked her lips as she stared at her husband's manhood. She got up on her hands and knees and turned around, pointing her luscious booty at her husband. "Isshin," she purred as she reached behind her. "Here," she cooed as she slid a finger into her backdoor. "Fuck me here," she pleaded lewdly. This was going to be the first time she and Isshin had sex as a married couple and Orihime wanted it to be as wild as she'd dreamed of.

Isshin grinned from ear to ear. "You don't need to tell me twice." He was already planning on fucking his wife in the ass from the start. Reaching into the bag he'd brought when he'd first joined Orihime on the beach, Isshin pulled out a bottle of lube and slickened his shaft with the gel, getting it nice and slick for fucking Orihime's tight hole. Spreading her cheeks, Isshin pressed the head of his manhood into her tight ring of muscles, teasing her gently as he rubbed it against her entrance. Leaning forward Isshin pressed his broad chest into Orihime's back, making her feel completely dominated as his hands cupped her breasts. "You ready, darling?"

"Yes! Please!" Orihime pleaded, unable to take the teasing any longer. "Fuck my ass, Isshin!"

The man eagerly obliged his wife and slid into her ass. Orihime's eyes rolled into her head as her asshole was invaded. Her tight muscles were stretched around Isshin's cock, making her shake in his arms. In order to avoid limping for a week every time she and Isshin indulged in anal sex Orihime would use her healing powers to heal her sore bottom, returning her to her natural tightness. The benefit for Isshin was that every time he pounded her ass it would always feel like the first time.

Isshin squeezed Orihime's breasts as he pushed into her backdoor, his mind threatening to cave in on itself from how her hot hole clenched around him. "Ohhhh, 'Hime," he moaned as he slid in the last inch.

A gasp left Orihime's opened mouth as Isshin bucked his hips, the tip of his cock feeling like it was inside of her stomach. "Oh god!" she groaned, her mind turning to mush as Isshin pulled out, her insides burning from his absence; it was painful but it was the good kind of pain. She could only moan one word. "More!"

Isshin's sweaty body clung to Orihime's as he pumped in and out of her. His strong, sharp thrusts made Orihime quiver with each slide of his cock, her arms threatening to give out as his heavy weight continued to bear down on her. Isshin sensed Orihime's struggling and decided to try a new position.

Orihime was taken by surprise when Isshin's strong arms wrapped around her and lifted her up into the air. Still buried balls deep inside of her asshole, Isshin hooked his arms around her legs and started to bounce his wife up and down, her sweaty back grinding against his chest. "How do you like this?" Isshin teased.

The raunchy exposure of it all made Orihime's body burn up with excitement. Despite the emptiness of the beach, Orihime's face turned red from the idea that they reveling in anal sex in such a dirty position, with Orihime exposed for all the world to see.

It made her love it all the more.

"Yes!" Orihime cried out, throwing all shame to the wind. Her face twisted with ecstasy as Isshin's cock pounded her ass. "So good! My ass!" she groaned, "My ass feels so good!" She reached up and hooked her arms around her husband's neck. "I love you!" she shouted, her mind going blank as her lust for Isshin grew. "I love you fucking my ass!"

If there was one thing that never got old, it was hearing Orihime talk dirty to him. "I love you too, Orihime!" he grunted, thrusting up into her tight hole as she bounced up and down on his shaft. "I love your tight ass!"

"Ahh! Ohhh! Yes!" Orihime moaned, her breasts swaying with each thrust. She threw her head back and clenched her teeth when Isshin let go of her legs and wrapped his arms around her waist, fucking her asshole with raw abandon. As the sun began to set, Orihime was brought to absolute bliss. "YESSSSS!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. "ISSHINNNN!" Her eyes glazed over and she tightened around her husband's cock before her pussy gushed madly. "Ahhhh!"

Isshin followed his wife's orgasm with his own. Orihime's beautiful body was too much for one man to bear, especially with an asshole as hot and tight as hers. "Ahhhh!" he cried out in ecstasy with his wife before blowing his load. Orihime quivered in Isshin's arms as he filled her insides with white cum.

"Oh god," Orihime moaned as heat filled her belly. Isshin continued to pump her full of cum until he felt like she'd milked his balls dry. "I feel so good…" she turned her head and mashed her lips with her husband's.

The husband continued to hold his wife, balls deep inside her ass as the sun dipped under the horizon. Isshin carried Orihime over to the towel and sat down, holding her close.

Orihime cooed as Isshin's cock shifted inside of her, leaning back against her husband's chest. Her hand touched his and she looked down at their rings. "We're married," she said, the joy inside her making her heart flutter.

"Yes," Isshin said, kissing her cheek. "I'll always be there for you, Orihime. For you," he reached around and put a hand on her stomach, feeling their child growing inside of her, "and the baby."

"I know. And I'll always be there for you. And for Ichigo, Yuzu and Karin."

As the dusk settled Isshin shifted his hips, moving his cock still inside of her and making her groan. "Are you ready for some late night loving?" he teased.

Orihime merely smiled. This was going to be a very enjoyable honeymoon….

To be continued