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Warning: Lemon! Threesome!

Chapter Nine

The Next Day...
Mansion

"Looks like the place is perfectly fine," Ichigo noted as he took a walk around the exterior of the palatial mansion, inspecting it for any signs of damage from the typhoon. Most of Ichigo's brides had arrived to fix up their rooms, minus Halibel who was still busy with Hueco Mundo "I guess we didn't have to worry after all. Kisuke fixed this place up good."

Orihime smiled while she walked beside her husband-to-be while they looked at their new home. She had on a green shirt and white skirt, wearing boots to keep her feet from getting wet from the puddles of water that littered the front lawn. "It's a good thing I was here with you. The area around my apartment is flooded. Good thing I lived on the second floor."

"Yeah. Thank goodness my house is good. Lost the sign on the front but that's easily replaceable Wonder how Kisuke's shop's holding up?"

Meanwhile...
Urahara Shop

Ururu fidgeted where she sat. "Do you think we should have gotten more sandbags?"

Jinta bristled while shouldering his baseball bat while sitting next to his best friend. "I can't believe that idiot didn't bother preparing for a flood. Why didn't Tessai use Kido to protect the shop?"

"It would have tipped off the neighbors if they saw all the water avoid the shop."

"Yeah but at least we wouldn't have to camp out on the roof!" screamed the irate Jinta, sitting on top of Urahara's shop. The section of the city, much like Kisuke's apartment, was flooded and now most of the shop was underwater. Evidently Kisuke hadn't put as much effort into storm-proofing his shop as he had to Ichigo's new mansion. Tessai ordered the kids to grab what they could and take it to the roof, the group having to wait until the waters receded until they could clean up the shop. Luckily for Kisuke, his lab was untouched by the flooding since he made sure the doors and walls were airtight.

If only he'd put such foresight into protecting the rest of his shop...

Back to Ichigo and his brides...

The two teens walked down the hallway, Ichigo holding Orihime's hand. His sharp senses picked up something from the kitchen and he sniffed the air. "Something's cooking."

"Oh yeah. Rangiku and Yoruichi said they were going to handle cooking lunch. I offered to help them but..." Orihime remembered Yoruichi angrily shoving her out of the kitchen, saying that Orihime was NOT allowed into the kitchen after she'd tried one of the girl's exotic dishes.

"Let's go see what they're cooking. Smells good." Still holding his bride's hand, Ichigo led her over to the kitchen. Opening the side door, the two teens peeked inside to see what was happening.

Rangiku hummed while she opened the oven, pulling out a perfectly cooked ham. The lieutenant had on a pink apron that covered the front of her blue shirt and black jeans. "Oooh, this is going to taste good..."

Stirring something in a bowl, Yoruichi smiled when she got a good whiff of the ham. The woman was dressed in her usual orange jacket and black pants. "Ichigo's going to love that."

Laughing, Rangiku set the ham on a table while reaching for a knife to carve it up. "Don't you know? The fastest way to a man's heart is through his stomach."

"That explains Orihime's bread," remarked a third voice who stepped into Ichigo and Orihime's view. The pair were surprised when they saw it was Tatsuki. "Maybe we should all get jobs at Orihime's bakery. Ichigo would come every single day, marriage or no marriage." Dressed in a simple white t-shirt and shorts, the teenager stirred a jug of lemonade. "You sure it's cool for you and Mashiro to be here, Rangiku? Aren't you guys, like, the right-hand women in your squads?"

There was a slight pause before Rangiku spoke, keeping her back to Tatsuki and Yoruichi for a brief moment before setting down the knife and turning around. "I'll be fine!" she replied back with a happy smile. "Captain Hitusgaya gave me time off to help Orihime prepare for her wedding. Mashiro's a co-lieutenant so Captain Muguruma still has Shuhei to help him out. You don't have to worry about little old me, Tatsuki."

"Wonder how Shuhei took the news when they told him you were part of the marriage deal?" Yoruichi wondered out loud.

"Oh, that edge lord?" Rangiku simply shrugged. "He's still burying his misery in a bottle. At least, that's what Ikkaku's told me. Anyway, I never had any thoughts or feelings towards him, so I didn't give him a second thought."

"Yowch..." muttered both Ichigo and Orihime while they continued eavesdropping.

Yoruichi checked the clock on the wall. "I'd better go and see if everyone's ready for lunch. I also need to call Kisuke and see if he needs me to canoe him more fresh water." Pulling out her cellphone, Yoruichi turned and stepped out of the kitchen, closing the door behind her while she made her call to Kisuke.

The two spying teens were about to enter the kitchen and make their presences known but stopped when both saw the look on Tatsuki's face as she stared at Rangiku. Having known her long enough, the two teens bristled as the memories of when they were subject to that look came back to them. Rangiku noticed the stare Tatsuki was giving her and cocked her head in confusion. "Huh? What's wrong, Tatsuki?"

"You're a bad liar, you know that?"

"Excuse me?"

Leaning against one of the islands inside of the kitchen, Tatsuki crossed her arms. "That way you were talking to Yoruichi earlier? How you said that everything was fine with you being here? You had the same look on your face when Ichigo and Orihime tried to keep something from me."

Rangiku said nothing, merely leaning back against the counter. Ichigo was surprised that the normally feisty and defensive Rangiku had no rebuttal to the accusation. From the way she was staring at the floor with somber expression, the lieutenant had indeed not been forthcoming with Yoruichi.

Realizing that maybe she'd struck a nerve, Tatsuki put her hands up. "It's alright. I'm not going to say anything to Ichigo and I'm not going to pry. But whatever's going on, you should really tell Ichigo and Orihime."

Silence filled the kitchen. From behind the side door, Ichigo and Orihime exchanged worried looks before turning back to peer inside. At last, Rangiku gave a loud sigh before slowly running a hand through her strawberry blonde hair. "Well, I suppose you're right. I've been lying and trying to put a brave face on for so long; I keep trying to convince myself if I keep lying, it'll eventually become real but..." Rangiku looked up at Tatsuki, who watched as the mask Rangiku kept up crumbled until only sadness remained. "I suppose you deserve to know the truth, being that we are going to be sisters in a few weeks."

"What's wrong?" asked Tatsuki with genuine concern. She knew that Rangiku had been hiding something but the look on her face told her that she had done more than just touched a nerve. "Is everything okay?"

"No," Rangiku said with all the bluntness of a hammer to the face. "I am both useless and broken, Tatsuki. Did...did anyone tell you about what happened during the Soul Society's war with the Vandenreich?"

"Ichigo kind of gave me the cliffnotes. Why?"

"During the first invasion, my captain had his Bankai stolen from him. I was powerless to do anything at the time. After the Stern Ritters retreated, Captain Hitsugaya and I worked together to try and compensate for the loss of his Bankai. But when the second invasion came...it was all for nothing." Rangiku hung her head. "Despite our teamwork, the Stern Ritter we were fighting tore my captain apart. We couldn't even touch him. Before he was overwhelmed, he ordered me to retreat to a safer location." Rangiku couldn't help but give a morbid chuckle. "As if there was anywhere that was safe. It wasn't even a minute later before I was attacked by the Stern Ritter who stole my captain's Bankai. I want to say I fought back but..." Rangiku shook her head, her hand going to her neck. "He took me down as easily as a child swats a fly." Her fingers grazed her throat, remembering the cold steel of Cang Du's claws. "He tore open my throat right then and there. I died almost instantly," she confessed, horrifying the three teens listening to her.

Turning away, Rangiku couldn't stop the shiver that came from the memory of her own demise. The sudden attack from Cang Du, the icy kiss of his claws as they tore through her throat and ripped through her jugular, the swift darkness that followed as she collapsed to the ground in a bloody heap, dying in a pool of her own blood.

"That bastard didn't even give me the dignity of leaving me there. He took my body and dumped me in front of my captain after he was defeated. Kisuke was able to figure out a way for Captain Hitsugaya to get his Bankai back and he defeated the Quincy who killed me but then...his body gave out and he collapsed."

"And then that...that freak of a Quincy gathered our bodies up. Captain Hitsugaya was still barely alive, but I was nothing but a corpse at that point. The Quincy, the one Candice and Bambietta call Gigi, used her blood to turn us into zombies. Then she threw us at Captain Kurotsuchi and his own zombie Arrancars. I...was drugged and immobilized after that."

"But...but..." Tatsuki's lips were shaking and her heart seemed to pound in her chest from listening to this horror story. "But if you died then...just how are you still here? I mean, you don't look like a shambling zombie." None of this made any sense to her, even beyond the impossible stuff her friends had already told her about.

"Well...that's the thing. After he subdued us, Captain Kurotsuchi placed me and my captain into special pods to dezombify us. It worked, as you can see," she said with a small smile, gesturing to her fine, curvaceous body.

Again, Ichigo and Orihime looked at each other with horror in their eyes. They'd no idea that their good friend had gone through something so traumatizing. The two of them thought Rangiku's story couldn't get any worse. They were wrong.

"But...well...there was a catch. Captain Kurotsuchi dezombified us and brought me back to life by stuffing us into special recovery pods but there was a price to pay."

"What...what price?"

Rangiku looked the young girl in the eye and her sad smile betrayed her true feelings. "I've lost most of my lifespan."

The proclamation was like a shot of lightning to the three teens. Tatsuki, however, was still just as confused. "You've lost most of your lifespan? I thought you guys don't really age."

"If only that were true, Tatsuki. Yes, Soul Reapers have extended life spans. Lieutenant Sasakibe, Captain Unohana and Head-Captain Yamamoto lived for millennia before they all died in battle. But even we age. In about a hundred years, Captain Kuchiki went from a teen of about Ichigo's age to a man in his prime."

"So...so how long do you have left? Are...are you going to be alright?"

Rangiku paused for a moment, unsure of whether to keep telling the truth. But again, the need to come clean after hiding the truth of her condition was too overwhelming. "I'll be alright...for now, anyway. But thanks to Captain Kurotsuchi's machine, I've lost probably around eighty to eighty-five percent of my remaining lifespan. Captain Hitsugaya is still young, so he'll live for a few more centuries before he suffers the repercussions of what's been done but for me...not so much. I asked Akon earlier just how long I had left and he gave me a rough estimate. It...it wasn't a big number..."

Seeing the horrified look on Tatsuki's face, Rangiku put her hand on the girl's shoulder. "Don't look so glum. I'm not going to drop dead in a few weeks, if that's what you're worried about. I'll outlive both you and Orihime at the very least. I've still got a good century left in me. Maybe..." she quietly added, although all three teens heard the doubt in her voice.

"But then...why did you agree to marry Ichigo? Shouldn't you focus more on yourself while you still have the time?"

Rangiku's expression hardened and she shook her head. "I've lived for myself for long enough. I owe Ichigo a deep debt of gratitude. The man I once loved...he died in peace because of Ichigo. And Orihime has been like a little sister to me. She means the world to me and I want to be there to support her and make sure that things here run smoothly. I've made my decision. Whatever time I have left, I'm going to spend it with them."

"I...wow. Just...wow. That was..." Tatsuki didn't know what to say. She didn't know if there was anything she could possibly say after hearing all that. "I...I'm sorry," she finally said, bowing her head in apology. "I shouldn't have pried like I did. I am probably the last person you wanted to tell that to."

Patting Tatsuki's shoulder gently, Rangiku gave the girl a reassuring smile. "It's alright. I needed to get that off my chest. I'm just sorry I dumped all of that on you all at once. Can we keep this to ourselves for now?"

Tatsuki quickly nodded, taking a deep breath to calm herself. "I promise I'll keep it a secret. But...you should probably let Ichigo and Orihime know at some point. They need to know the truth."

Giving a reluctant nod, Rangiku turned away. "I know. I'll tell them after we're all married and settled in. But I don't want them to worry me before Orihime's big day. If I spoiled it by having them worry about me while they're standing at the altar, I'd never forgive myself. It wouldn't be fair to them." Giving one more sigh, Rangiku turned back to the ham. "Now, let's get this to the dining room before it gets cold."

Rangiku grabbed the ham and carried it out of the kitchen. Tatsuki followed the woman, still shaken from the woman's horrifying story. Meanwhile, the two teens closed the side door to the kitchen and just stood there, chilled to the bone.

"Ran...Rangiku..." Orihime couldn't fight back the tears. To hear her best friend go through something so horrifying was beyond appalling.

Leaning against the wall, Ichigo closed his eyes, trying hard to fight back tears himself. He didn't know. He didn't know that a good friend had gone through so much pain and had come out the other side changed for the worse. "How horrible..." He now fully understood why Gigi was so hated by everyone after hearing both Bambietta and Rangiku's stories.

"Do you think...do you think I could heal her?" Orihime weakly asked, wiping her eyes. "Maybe I could give her back her lifespan?"

Ichigo sadly shook his head. "I don't think that'll work. If it could, Rangiku would have brought it up by now," he reasoned. Orihime's powers worked on wounds but this...this was beyond just injury. He wasn't sure if there was anything Orihime could do to fix this.

The two hugged each other, both trying to still the sadness that was eating away at them from hearing about Rangiku's tragic fate. Ichigo could understand why Rangiku had never told them about what happened, but he wasn't going to simply just keep quiet about it after hearing her story. "Orihime?"

"Yeah?"

"We should talk to her. Not now, where everyone could hear us. We should talk to her tonight. She's here for us. We need to let her know we're here for her too."

Later that night...

Rangiku walked to the door of her bedroom, exhausted after helping with the flower decorations to Orihime's wedding. "Good grief, I never realized just how many flowers go into a wedding. I wonder what the Quincies and Arrancars have planned for their weddings?" she muttered to herself. "Need to pick out a pair of shoes. Maybe I should go shopping with Mashiro tomorrow..."

"Hey, Rangiku?"

The strawberry blonde lieutenant turned to see her betrothed and her future sister walking up to her. "Oh, hey guys? What's up?"

"Mind if we talk? We've a couple of things we need your input on," Ichigo said with a smile.

"Well sure. Come on in." Rangiku opened the door and invited the two inside. "Sorry for how sparse it is in here," she said, feeling a little embarrassed at the state of her bedroom. The woman hadn't moved most of her stuff to the mansion from her squad barracks so her room was quite bare of furniture besides a wardrobe and a bed.

Pulling up a couple of chairs for the pair to sit in, Rangiku took a seat on her bed. "So what'd you two want to talk about? Don't tell me you're getting cold feet about getting married."

"N-no," said Orihime nervously. "We just wanted to ask you about some things for my wedding."

Orihime's face already told Rangiku that the two were not just hear to talk about their wedding. After a few minutes of small chatter, the lieutenant decided that she'd had enough of the young couple trying to keep up the poor act. "Guys, look. I can already see on your faces that something's bothering you. What's wrong?"

Ichigo and Orihime looked at each other, their expressions betraying their nervousness before Ichigo gave Orihime an encouraging nod. Taking a deep breath, the orangette decided to speak. "Rangiku. Ichigo and I...earlier, we wanted to know what you had cooking for lunch and we...overheard what you and Tatsuki were talking about..."

The color drained from Rangiku's face. This was the worst thing that the woman had imagined. As if ashamed at herself, she turned away from them, hugging her arms. Thinking of that conversation brought up the memory of being dead and it was not a fond one. "I...I see. I'm sorry for not telling you. I didn't want you to know. At least, I didn't want you to know yet..." Turning back to them, she looked at them with sad eyes. "I didn't want to ruin your big day by making you worried about me. But like I told Tatsuki, you don't have to worry about me. I'm not going to wake up an old hag tomorrow, if that's what you're worried about."

Hanging his head, Ichigo balled his hands into fists from impotent rage. "Rangiku...I don't...I don't know what to say..."

"Ichigo, what can you say? You don't need to say or do anything for me. It's all right."

"But-"

"Ichigo, Orihime. Listen to me." Reaching forward, she took hold of Ichigo and Orihime's hands. "We were at war. And in war, people die. That's the reality of it. What happened during the battle could not have happened any other way. So don't you two start thinking, 'Oh if only I'd been there to help her'. Odds are that the two of you could have ended up just like me." She gave their hands a squeeze, looking at them both intently. "As I told Tatsuki, I'm here for you. Both of you. You don't have to be here for me."

"No..."

It surprised both Rangiku and Ichigo when they saw Orihime staring at the strawberry blonde with determined eyes. "That's wrong. You shouldn't be here for just us. We should be all here for each other. I...I want to show you that we don't care about what happened to you." Taking Rangiku's hand, Orihime brought it to her chest, letting the woman feel the beat of her heart.

"Orihime..."

"No, tonight...let Ichigo and I take care of you. You mean the world to me, Rangiku. I don't want you to feel like you have to be part of this family out of obligation." She leaned forward until Rangiku could see her reflection in the girl's hazel eyes. "Ichigo and I want you to know that we'll love you no matter what happens."

Tears ran down Rangiku's face. The heartfelt words from her young friend helped ease the pain in her heart. Rangiku had been holding it in her inner turmoil for so long that she feared everyone's reaction to her, fearful that they'd treat her like a fragile porcelain doll. "Orihime..." she muttered.

Acting on sheer instinct, Orihime closed the distance between them and pressed her lips against Rangiku's. Both Soul Reapers were stunned by the girl's boldness but it was the most pleasant of surprises. Orihime deepened the kiss, her tongue slipping inside the older woman's mouth. Orihime never considered herself someone of Chizuru's persuasion but she felt an erotic thrill in kissing the older woman right in front of Ichigo.

When Orihime broke the kiss, the busty women both panted for breath. "Wow...guess you aren't that little girl I had to cheer up anymore, huh?" Rangiku hugged Orihime tightly, running a hand through the girl's burnt-orange hair.

"Heheh! Nope!" Orihime's hazel eyes glanced over at Ichigo, giving him an encouraging nod.

Ichigo's arms wrapped around both women, trapping the pair in his strong embrace. "We're here for you, Rangiku. I promise that we will never let you feel alone..." he told his bride.

Tears continued to spill down Rangiku's face as she leaned forward and pressed her lips against Ichigo's, melting in his and Orihime's embraces as her heart warmed from their kindness. Ichigo deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into her mouth. Not remaining idle, Orihime nuzzled her friend's neck, peppering it with small kisses.

The busty lieutenant was gently pushed down onto her back by the two teens. Giving Orihime a smile and a wink, Ichigo reached for his shirt and tugged it off, making Rangiku blush from seeing his toned chest. Giggling, Orihime whipped off her shirt, her tits jiggling while restrained in a white bra.

Rangiku chuckled. "Well now, this is certainly a twist. I'd always imagined this situation in reverse when we got married."

Smiling down at Rangiku, Ichigo leaned down and cupped her cheek with his hand. The lieutenant and Substitute shared another deep kiss, their tongues meeting in a lewd waltz. Orihime rubbed her legs together while watching her beloved friends make out, licking her lips while staring at Rangiku's huge chest. 'Heh...I guess I have more in common with Chizuru than I thought...' she thought to herself. While Orihime never considered herself a lesbian or bisexual, the situation she'd thrown herself in was opening her up to new ideas.

Orihime's nimble fingers went to Rangiku's shirt, working her way up the buttons until she opened the front to expose Rangiku's blue bra. Sensing what Orihime was intending, Rangiku arched her back to let the girl's hands slide underneath her to undo the clasp to it. Putting a hand on Ichigo's chest to signal him to stop, Rangiku sat up and shrugged out of her useless shirt and bra, her upper half completely naked aside from her necklace.

Rangiku reached around to undo the clasp to Orihime's white bra; the orangette shrugging out of it and joining the strawberry blonde in showing off her twins to Ichigo. "Ooh!" The teenager let out a cute squeak when the Soul Reaper's hand reached up to squeeze her boob, playfully thumbing her nipple.

"Heheheh...who would have thought that little girl I had to cheer up could blossom into such a woman. Ichigo is lucky..." said Rangiku while taking in just how much her young friend had grown since that night she first stayed at Orihime's apartment.

Leaning down, Ichigo cupped her cheek again to get her attention. "And we're lucky to have you with us, Rangiku." He captured her lips in another sensual kiss before he started to kiss his way down her front. Orihime put her lips to her friend's smooth belly, kissing her way up until she and Ichigo started to give the biggest chest in the Soul Society some tender love and care.

Laying in the middle of the bed, Rangiku felt her chest melt from the heat of Ichigo and Orihime's mouths as they licked and sucked on her tits. "Oooohhhh..." The lieutenant rubbed her legs together, arousal flourishing through her. Her hands went to Ichigo and Orihime's heads, her fingers digging into their orange hair while she arched her back, her mouth hanging open to let out another deep moan. "Ichigo...Orihime...that feels...ohhhhh..."

Orihime's small lips wrapped around Rangiku's pink nipple, suckling her best friend like a baby would to her mother. Her hands cupped the woman's chest, fingers sinking into her soft tits. 'Wow...they're even bigger than before...' thought the girl while feeling just how firm yet heavy Rangiku's melons were. 'My own boobs are heavy. I always wondered how Rangiku coped with boobs so heavy.' Hearing Rangiku moan while groping her spurred Orihime to keep it up, nibbling on her tit lightly.

Ichigo's hand slipped down Rangiku's naked front, creeping his way down until he reached the lieutenant's black pants. Taking his mouth away from her abused titty, the horny teen unbuttoned Rangiku's pants and slowly undid the zipper. Rangiku lifted her hips, letting Ichigo slide her pants off her long legs to leave her in a black thong.

Stopping her groping and suckling, Orihime looked down at Rangiku's underwear before looking back up at her friend. Rangiku gave the two a smile of consent and let the pair take off her underwear, lying before the two teens in all her splendor.

Orihime looked over at Ichigo. "Mind if I go first, Ichigo?" she asked her fiancé. Ichigo gave his bold girlfriend another encouraging nod. Sliding off the bed, Orihime pulled down her skirt, letting it fall to the ground before taking off her white panties, joining her friend in the nude.

Ichigo sat back and watched with lustful eyes as the naked beauty got back onto the bed, climbing on top of Rangiku. Their soft, warm bodies connecting, Orihime hugged Rangiku tightly while giving her another loving kiss. "Mmmmmmh!" Rangiku eagerly yielded into the kiss, her hand exploring the teen's naked back before they cupped Orihime's soft ass. Their breasts heaved against each other as the kiss grew lewd and sloppy, Orihime showing off just how much of a lover she'd become.

Panting for breath when their lips parted, Orihime gave the Soul Reaper a happy smile. "Heheh, I guess those lessons you and Yoruichi gave me are really paying off."

"Yes, but I never imagined you'd turn my own lessons against me." Rangiku leaned up and gave Orihime another kiss before spreading her legs. "Go on..." she breathed.

Shifting her legs, Orihime pressed her knee against Rangiku's soft, pink womanhood; Rangiku responded in kind, holding onto the young woman as she laid on top of her, soft arms wrapping around Orihime's waist. A soft gasp filled the bedroom as the two women began to move, their naked bodies heaving against each other while grinding their knees into each other's pussies.

"Ah! Yes! Ooooh!" Orihime's face twisted with loving pleasure, her body on fire as it rubbed with Rangiku's. The bed started to gently rock as the women continued to pleasure each other. Sweat dripped down their soft skin, moans growing ever louder. Orihime smashed their lips together, tying their tongues together with the same passion that fueled their lower halves.

Ichigo sat with his back against the wall, watching the erotic scene with a smile on his face. The tension in his pants started to become too much of a bother so he quickly unzipped them and tugged them and his boxers off, stroking his cock gently while he took in the sight of two women he cared for making love to each other. As much as he wanted to butt in and get a piece of the action, this was Orihime's moment, and he wanted to let her have it.

Orihime arched her back, her breasts jiggling in front of Rangiku's face while her sweaty body moved with a mind of its own. Her stomach started to clench from the twisting pleasure in her loins. "R-Rangiku! I'm...I'm about to-"

"I know!" Rangiku gripped Orihime's soft ass, her fingers digging into her booty while she smiled up at Orihime. "Me too. Let's come together!" Eyeing Orihime's jiggling titties, the lieutenant buried her face in them, sucking on them as she ground her knee against the girl's pussy harder.

Rangiku's bedroom rang with Orihime's cry of ecstasy as she climaxed, her pussy gushing all over her best friend's knee. Moaning into the teen's titties, Rangiku quickly followed suit, hugging her tightly while she let her body submit to the pleasure. All the while Ichigo watched with a hungry smile on the face.

Rolling off of the older woman, Orihime panted for breath, her chest heaving while taking in a lungful of air. Recovering more quickly, Rangiku rolled onto her side and cupped Orihime's cheek. "Your sex face is so beautiful, Orihime."

"Heheh...so is yours, Rangiku." Orihime shared another kiss with her friend, slipping her hand into hers and threading their fingers together.

Remembering that Ichigo was still in the room, the strawberry blonde peeled herself away from Orihime's loving arms and turned towards the naked boy. Immediately her eyes were drawn to her fiancé's cock, shocked by just how big he was. "Well, Ichigo? Are you going to sit there and watch?" Laying before him, Rangiku opened her legs wide and spread her pussy, showing him her pink hole. "Put your sword in my sheath."

Gripping his cock, Ichigo crawled over to the beautiful lieutenant and laid down beside her, turning her on her side and lifting her soft leg up. A shiver ran up Rangiku's spine upon feeling the large tip rub against her wet entrance. Preparing himself, Ichigo gently pushed into the strawberry blonde's pussy, her folds easily giving way to let him inside of her. "Oh fuck!" gasped Rangiku, her pussy feeling so full from just one thrust of Ichigo's cock.

Feeling the tight hole grip his cock, Ichigo gave slow thrusts to let Rangiku adjust to his girth. It wasn't long, however, before he started to pick up the pace. "Ah! Ahh! Ohh! Oooh!" A lewd moan left Rangiku's soft lips every time Ichigo bottomed out her pussy. The soft lovemaking was making her body melt in his arms.

Laying next to them, Orihime watched the pair fuck in front of her. The sight was the most erotic thing she'd ever witnessed; even those videos Chizuru tried to show her before Tatsuki put a stop to it didn't compare. Licking her lips while lying on her back, her hand snaked down her naked front until it reached her pussy. "Nggh!" She bit down on her lower lip while fingering herself, unable to take her eyes off of Ichigo and Rangiku. Two fingers entered her cooch, quickly finding the right spots inside her to make toes curl with delight.

"Ichigo! Don't…don't stop!" The cock in her pussy was too much for her. Ichigo's flings with his other brides had given him the experience to know how to make love to a woman. To her shock, a sudden emptiness replaced the clam hammer that was thrashing her insides, making her groan from disappointment. She was going to ask why Ichigo pulled out but when she turned her head she saw Ichigo lying on his back, gesturing for her to get on top of him.

Touched by his willingness to let her take control, the strawberry blonde crawled on top of Ichigo and pressed her sweaty body against his. Hooking her arms around his shoulders, Rangiku raised her hips and let her pussy slide down Ichigo's cock, that pleasurable fullness returning to her loins. "Ichigo…fuck…" slurred the lieutenant once she started moving her hips. Her large bubble butt smacked his strong hips, the room filling with the dirty sound of skin slapping skin.

Ichigo didn't just hit her sweet spot, he hit all her spots. Clinging to him, Rangiku moaned into his face. Her body felt like it was melting from the heat in her loins. Putting her hands on the bed, Rangiku pushed herself up, enticing the teen beneath with her swaying breasts.

It did not take much to get Ichigo's attention. Rangiku cooed when the boy, gripping her soft ass, buried his face in her tits. Ichigo had always fantasized about Rangiku's chest, he was a teenager after all, and found them to be much softer than he'd ever imagined. With his face smothered by her heavy melons, Ichigo gripped her ass tighter and started to thrust up into her snatch, her ass shaking from his sudden thrusting.

"Ah! It's so good!" Rangiku threw her head back, toes curling as the pleasure got the better of her. Unable to withstand the pleasure, the lieutenant's face twisted with ecstasy while she climaxed like a bitch. "Ichigo, I'm…I'm cumming!" Her pink honeypot tightened around his thick manhood, lewdly squiring around him while shaking in his embrace.

Orihime could tell from the way that Ichigo was moaning into Rangiku's cleavage that he was going to come soon. Scooting closer to the pair, she waited until both of their hips came to a halt before reaching for her fiancé's cock. Ichigo let Orihime's hand grab his cock but leaned up to kiss Rangiku, letting her swallow his moan. Orihime let the young man's cock slip out of Rangiku's cunt before she started to lick his slickened shaft, tasting Rangiku's juices on it.

Feeling Orihime's hot mouth pleasure his sensitive cock, Ichigo let the tension in his body come undone. Moaning into Rangiku's mouth, the Substitute let his orangette bride get a good taste of his seed, coming in her mouth. Orihime hummed from the thick taste of Ichigo's cum, swallowing every drop.

A sense of quiet calm filled the room. Rangiku rolled off of Ichigo, lying on her back. Orihime laid down on her unoccupied side. The Soul Reaper bride found herself hugged by both teens, feeling her heart warm from their loving embrace. Hugging them back, she kissed them gently on the lips, first Orihime and then Ichigo. "Thank you. Both of you. Ichigo...Orihime...I love you," she said softly."

"We love you too," said both teens together, kissing her back.

"We're here for you, Rangiku. You don't need to shoulder your burdens alone," Ichigo reminded her.

"We'll always be here for you," said Orihime, snuggling with her friend.

"Ichigo, may I ask something of you?" When the young man nodded, Rangiku grabbed his hand and brought it to her womb. "When you're ready, may I have your first child?"

Understanding the significance of her request, Ichigo nodded and gave her another kiss. "Of course," he said to her, letting her lay her head on his shoulder.

A tear running down her face from the love the two had shown her, Rangiku hugged them tightly. The trio quickly fell asleep on the lieutenant's bed, Rangiku the last to enter dreamland. Looking at the sleeping pair, she felt happier than she had in a long time. For the first time since the war, she felt like everything might work out...

To be continued

Omake

No Lemons, No Fun

Later the next day...
Urahara Shop

Bambietta and Yoruichi walked along the sidewalk, carrying supplies for Kisuke to help repair his shop now that the floodwaters had receded. Approaching the shop, Bambietta noticed something in front of it. "Is that a lemonade stand?"

"I guess Jinta and Ururu are trying to raise money."

But Yoruichi was only half right. Instead of the kids manning the lemonade stand, it was Nel and Sung-Sun. "Hey, guys? Wanna buy a cup?"

"Nah, we're good." Bambietta set down the box she was holding to let the blood flow back to her arms. "Need any help?"

"That depends. You have any lemons?"

The two brides looked at each other before shaking their heads. Nel simply wagged her finger at the pair. "Sorry. No lemons. No fun."

Nel was interrupted when footsteps came closer. To Bambietta and Yoruichi's surprise, the saw Rangiku, Halibel and Orihime, all holding boxes of lemons. "Hey guys! I just got some lemons! Mind if we help?"

"Sure!"

The Quincy and the Flash Goddess stared with dumbfounded expressions as the three pulled up lawn chairs to join them. Stomping her foot, Bambietta felt like she was going to literally explode with rage. "Dammit! Why didn't we get lemons earlier?!"

END