Chapter 19: O Valley of Plenty

"Speech"
'Thoughts'
"Zanpakutō"
"Hollows/Vizard"
"[Reading/listening to a message/letter]"
"{Speaking a different language}"

AN: Sorry for the long ass delay. Reasons why and a bonus lewd omake at the end of the chapter.

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Jumping from rooftop to rooftop, Ichigo was out on patrol for Hollows. His Soul Pager had thus far not alerted him to any, but he knew from his time under Nemu that they weren't always completely accurate. Better to actually look around himself than to rely exclusively on the device. 'Wonder who was handling things for the last month or so. Nemu mentioned Karakura would be overrun quickly if it didn't have a constant Shinigami presence. I kinda doubt Hat-n-Clogs or the others spent their time taking out low level Hollows.' A beep from his Soul Pager alerted him to an incoming Hollow. "Let's see, Yumisawa Children's Park in roughly five minutes? Geez, not exactly giving me a lot of forewarning for a location halfway across town." Tucking the device back into his robe, Ichigo took off in a flash of Shunpo.

Of course, for all his griping, Ichigo knew he had plenty of time. He wasn't as fast as Yoruichi, but he could still manage a few kilometers in only a few Shunpo. Sure enough, the young captain arrived well ahead of his deadline. Reaching out with his senses, he couldn't detect anyone close enough to need protecting. A Garganta opened up nearby and a low-level Hollow started emerging from its depths, only for its mask to get impaled by Eien-ō before it was even halfway through. Resheathing his sealed Zanpakutō, Ichigo couldn't help but remark, "These guys weren't difficult before, but after the likes of Mayuri and Yachiru, this is actually kinda sad."

"Oi! What are you doing in my jurisdiction? Karakura Town is under 13th Division's purview!" Ichigo turned towards the unknown voice, confused. The speaker stood atop the park's jungle gym for reasons Ichigo couldn't guess. It didn't offer that good a view and it looked more silly than dramatic. The man was clad in a standard Shinigami Shihakusho and had a large brown afro but was otherwise unremarkable both physically and spiritually. Or maybe his afro was just so distracting it was keeping Ichigo from noticing anything else. "Yeah, you! The punk with the weird hair! Who are you?!"

"Calling my hair weird when you've got a brown beachball on your head," Ichigo muttered under his breath. Louder, he called, "The heck you mean, '13th's jurisdiction'? Nemu's from the 12th Division."

The afroed Shinigami waved away such remarks, "Bah! That was a onetime thing because of Captain Kurotsuchi's interference. Karakura's been our responsibility for decades. Now answer my question, who are you?!"

With a roll of his eyes, the teen told him, "Kurosaki Ichigo, Captain of 12th Division. Now go away, I got things handled here."

"Ha! You expect me to believe such a fanciful boast?!" The still unnamed Shinigami laughed, "Everyone knows Kurotsuchi Mayuri is the captain of 12th Division! Besides, you don't even have a captain's haori!" Gripping his Zanpakutō, the man demanded, "Tell me who you really are before I make you!"

Far faster than he could react, the young Shinigami was directly in front of him. He jerked back in surprise but was caught in an iron grip as the imposter searched him before stealing his Soul Pager. "Hey, give that back!"

Ichigo ignored him as he quickly worked his way through his contacts list and dialed a number. Though the afroed man tried to fight him off, or at least reclaim his Soul Pager, his attempts were outright ignored. After several seconds, someone apparently answered the call, "Hello, this Kiyone? …Hm? Oh, it's Kurosaki. I borrowed this Afro-san's phone."

"My name is Kurumadami-"

"No one cares," Ichigo interrupted his attempted rant before turning his attention back to the phone call, "Yeah, I'm still here… No, he's not dead. Well, not any more dead than usual… I just want him off my back while I'm working… Yeah, that's fine. He can have the weak ones I guess… Huh? Oh." Turning back to the afroed Shinigami, Ichigo told him, "It's for you. See you around, Afro-san." Before tossing him the phone and vanishing in a blur of Shunpo.

Fumbling to catch his phone, the Shinigami held it up to his ear, "Hello, Kotetsu-san?"

He had to almost immediately jerk the phone away and hold it at arm's length as his superior roared, "DON'T PICK FIGHTS WITH CAPTAIN KUROSAKI, YOU IDIOT!"

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Being back at school felt surprisingly surreal for Ichigo. There was nothing trying to kill him and/or devour his soul. No imminent threats or battles to deal with. Well, there was Aizen once they learned what he was up to, but unless it affected Karakura, it wasn't all that big a problem in his mind. At any rate, he hadn't even been attacked yet today, unless you counted Keigo's overenthusiastic antics. "Oi Kurosaki! I'm talkin to yous!" A fist impacted the back of Ichigo's skull… to no effect.

Turning his head, Ichigo spotted his would-be assailant, some bleached blonde punk who looked vaguely familiar. Honestly, between being an outright nonentity to his spiritual senses and a generic "tough guy" to his physical ones, Ichigo had no idea who he was. 'Just some idiot looking for trouble.' Out loud, he irritably asked, "Did you need something?"

The other teen clutched his wrist at the agony coursing through his hand. "Fuck yous made outta?!" And that of course was why Ichigo hadn't noticed the attack before it landed: the amount of Reiryoku he passively leaked, even in his human form, meant something so weak couldn't hurt him. Grabbing the still unidentified punk by his face, Ichigo slammed him into a wall and kept on walking. 'Whatever his problem is, I've got shit to do.'

A few minutes later, he arrived at the outdoor track ready for gym class, already sensing a familiar presence, one that put a smile on his face. Sure enough, waiting for the class to start was Nemu, back in her navy-blue tracksuit and apparently teaching once again, though the rectangular glasses were new. "You barely made it in time; do try to be more punctual, Kurosaki." Seemingly ignoring his apology, she turned to address the rest of the class, "I apologize for leaving you all unexpectedly before summer vacation. I'm afraid I had a family emergency to deal with. But now that I'm back," Nemu reached into the bag at her feet and pulled out a red rubber ball. In response, much of the class felt their souls leave their bodies in dread.

The mood was obliterated when Chizuru couldn't hold herself back any longer. Leaping forward, she snaked her arms around Orihime's body and gleefully fondled her breasts. "Oh my darling Orihime, how I missed your luscious bounty!"

However, the redhead's enjoyment of Orihime's body was cut short when a pair of arms snaked around her body. A moment later, her head met the dirt track as Tatsuki suplexed her. "Keep your hands off my damn girlfriend!" The tomboy roared.

Her declaration was met with shock by roughly half the class, though Mahana merely pouted as she passed Ryō a pair of ¥500 coins, which the taller girl accepted with a smirk. Chizuru appeared astonished only briefly before she broke into a wide grin. "Have you finally seen the light, Tsuki? Oh, Orihime's delectable curves with your taught frame! The thought of you and Hime in my bed together is more wonderful than anything I had ever considered!"

In a flash, the ball in Nemu's hand disappeared, now suddenly in Tatsuki's hand. In a frighteningly calm voice, she uttered, "I'm going to start beating you now. I don't know when I'll stop."

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"Class dismissed," Nemu announced, "Kurosaki, could you help me put away the equipment?" A number of the girls exchanged knowing looks at their teacher's request. Out of Nemu's line of sight, Mahana caught Ichigo's eye and made a rather… suggestive gesture with her hand and mouth.

Fighting down his blush, doubly so since his classmate wasn't necessarily wrong, Ichigo replied, "Uh, sure sensei." Which is how he once more found himself in the equipment shed with a Shinigami. "Well, this seems familiar," he quipped. Before Nemu could say anything, Ichigo wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a fierce kiss. The violette reciprocated just as passionately, grabbing his ass and pulling him closer.

Eventually, the pair were forced to break apart for air. Panting lightly, Nemu smiled, "I missed you too, Ichigo-sama." Pulling back slightly, she said, "I'll be staying here in the Living World for the time being. Akon will be handling our division's day-to-day affairs, minus the paperwork that requires our attention."

"Fuck, of course even the afterlife has a bureaucracy," Ichigo muttered in irritation. "Don't suppose I could somehow deputize Akon to deal with it?"

A soft amused smile on her face, Nemu answered, "I'm afraid not, Ichigo-sama. Not unless he was made captain, and I can assure you that he wouldn't be able to complete any of the three methods to do so. Although, there was something else I wished to share with you." Turning away from him, the violette pulled down her trackpants and underwear, showing off her heart-shaped pillow of an ass. Said ass has a new addition though: A tattoo of a shield crossed with a sword and a spear. Specifically, the shield, sword, and spear from his Bankai. Ichigo was dumbfounded. He knew Nemu was dedicated to him but he certainly hadn't expected something like this. "After you claimed my life, I found myself desiring someway to declare that I am yours. Just as you are mine."

Coughing awkwardly, Ichigo asked, "Then what was that about wanting me to have a threesome without you?"

Pulling her pants back up, Nemu turned around with a light blush on her face. "Ah, that. In truth, I had a number of reasons. First was that I personally believed you deserved it. Second was wanting to explore my own newly discovered voyeurism fetish. Third was that I wanted more data on what real sex was like as Ochi-san warned me that porn was unrealistic."

Still processing Nemu's claim of being a voyeur, Ichigo completely missed his paramour's reference to talking about porn with one of his other teachers. "Voyeurism fetish? Were- were you watching us have sex?" At Nemu's blushing nod, he thought for a moment about that. Nemu watched him have a threesome. Given her blush, she probably touched herself to it too. "That's actually kinda hot. Huh, didn't know that about myself." Changing the subject, Ichigo asked, "So, if you're back at work, that means you're going to be in Karakura for a while. Will you be sharing my bed again?" Though he tried to sound casual, he couldn't keep the hopeful note out of his voice.

A loving smile on her face, Nemu replied, "There's nowhere else I'd rather be."

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Within the 4th Division Barracks in Soul Society, Captain Unohana was finishing up her paperwork for the day. Thankfully, while her division did generate more paperwork than any other besides maybe 12th, the vast majority of it didn't require her input. Her various officers could handle things like supply requisitions, inventory sheets, and patrol routes, simply forwarding her brief summaries each day for her review. Nonetheless, Unohana found her mind wandering rather more frequently than she was used to. There was of course Aizen's and his henchmen declaring war on Soul Society, and wasn't that a nuisance. 'We were so close! Another 20 years and we'd have set a new record.' But more often, her thoughts landed on her newest colleague, one Kurosaki Ichigo, who she was certain was related to the Shiba clan somehow. More importantly, he gave her the best fight she'd had in far too long. He certainly had a ways to go before he could be a proper threat to her life, but their battle had nonetheless gotten her blood flowing again. Literally and metaphorically.

'A soul does grow the fastest when placed in extreme danger. So Kurosaki-kun would be stronger now than he was last time we fought. And given that it took him less than a week to go from having trouble with a lieutenant to easily defeating four before fighting me…' The second oldest captain found her nipples hardening at the thought of Ichigo's growth. Yes, perhaps a little break in the Living World was in order. Summoning a Hell Butterfly, she carefully recorded her message, "Kurosaki-kun, please meet me at Urahara-san's store in," the ravenette glanced at a nearby clock, "two hours. I wish to… continue our discussion from Sōkyoku Hill." With that, she sent off the Hell Butterfly to deliver its message while she returned to her paperwork. And if her thighs occasionally rubbed together with anticipation of the coming fight, well there was no one around to judge her anyway.

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Arriving at the Urahara Shop, Ichigo found Yoruichi lounging on the front deck in her cat form. Looking him over with the sort of superior amusement only a cat could manage, she quipped, "Right on time, boya. That's good; a lady doesn't like it when her booty call keeps her waiting."

Rather than take the bait, Ichigo instead asked, "She downstairs then?"

"Oh yes. She's quite eager to get down to business, I imagine." As the teen headed in, Yoruichi called over her shoulder, "Don't worry about wrecking the place. Kisuke's been paid plenty."

The trapdoor to the basement was already open and wafting up from the depths below was a particular smell Ichigo was more accustomed to than he was comfortable admitting. As he was already in his Shinigami form, Ichigo simply leapt down into the basement rather than take the ladder. As he fell, his eyes confirmed what his nose had already told him: the entire wasteland was covered in a sea of blood. Waiting for him in the center of the macabre sea was Unohana, her haori missing and her braid undone. "Ah, Kurosaki-kun. I see you're here to continue our… discussion?" The strange blend of bloodlust and, dare he say it, arousal in the captain's voice told Ichigo almost everything he needed to know about exactly why Uno- no, Yachiru wanted to see him. Almost.

Drawing Eien-ō from her sheathe, the younger captain found himself asking, "You said something before, when we first fought. 'When one great warrior meets another, they must seek to either kill them or nurture them'. Which is this?"

"Come now, Kurosaki-kun. There's no reason it can't be both." Her statement was punctuated by a thrown dagger, which skittered harmlessly off his Bankai, summoned even as she was talking. "Good, you're learning." In lieu of a reply, out of the smoke kicked up by Ichigo's Bankai came a Hyapporankan, aiming to pin her in place. Dodging backwards, Yachiru's offhand made a halting gesture as she intoned, "Bakudō #81, Dankū." The remaining rods harmlessly struck her barrier even as her opponent ran to the side, apparently seeking to flank her. Yet, Yachiru cut him off in a single Shunpo, instantly appearing before him with her Zanpakutō already cleaving downwards. Rather than block directly, Ichigo slammed his shield into the side of her Zanpakutō even as his own blade stabbed through her chest. Knowing such a minor injury wouldn't even phase her, Ichigo didn't hesitate for a moment. Ripping his sword out of her side, he swung his blade for her neck.

A knee to the groin knocked Ichigo backwards before his attack landed, though his armor protected him from any serious damage. "Hadō #78, Zangerin." With a swing of Minazuki, Yachiru conjured a yellow ring of energy that rapidly expanded outward in every direction. Jumping above the attack, Ichigo attempted something new. He charged a Tenka-Ichiken and rather than let it fire out as a single beam or wave when he swung his sword, Ichigo focused as countless needles of Reiryoku rained down on the battlefield. Naturally, Yachiru simply charged right through, ignoring the resulting injuries even when one of the needles pierced her eye. By the time Ichigo landed, she was already upon him, slashing and hacking away like a woman possessed.

'Damn! She's ridiculous at range and close up. I suppose it was too much to ask that she actually have some crippling weakness I could exploit.' As he fought to block his assailant's attacks, Ichigo silently conjured a trio of Yūrei no Heishi. Each golem attacked from a separate direction even as Ichigo launched his own attack. Yachiru blocked the attack on her right with Minazuki and the one on her left with her bare hand while kicking out at Ichigo. Unfortunately, this cost her most of her left hand as well as her leg. Worse, she wasn't able to block the attack from behind her, which carved deeply into her back.

Of course, with Minazuki still active, such injuries lasted but a moment. But Ichigo had learned from his previous battle against the first Kenpachi. Rather than allow her time to recover, he instead followed up with a new combination. "Bakudō #63, Sajō Sabaku." A yellow roped flew from the teen's shield hand and bound Yachiru, pinning her arms to her sides. At the same time, the two golems on either side of her charged their swords with Reiryoku. After a moment, they each fired a Tenka-Ichiken, trapping the older captain between their two attacks. The two beams collided against her body in a massive explosion of power, forcing Ichigo and his Yūrei no Heishi to leap away.

For a brief moment, Ichigo worried he might have actually killed the woman. But his senses told him she was still alive (for a given value of the word) and much healthier than he had hoped. Indeed, when the smoke cleared, he could see the fractured remains of some sort of barrier collapsing around Yachiru. Granted, she didn't come out unscathed either; her body was covered in blood from injuries that had healed while she had been hidden from sight by the explosion. "You're learning rather quickly, Kurosaki-kun. That last attack almost felt like you were genuinely trying to kill me."

"Well, I'm not strong enough to nurture you, now am I?" Ichigo quipped. As he spoke, he summoned his last two Yūrei no Heishi. Then, in a surprising move, he and one other of his golems switched to Eikō no Yari, leaving the two unarmored and topless, while the other four remained in his Bankai's base form.

"Come now. Didn't I warn you about using that form last time?" Despite being clad in nothing but her own blood, Yachiru still sounded exactly like a disappointed parent.

"Way I remember it, you said I was too inexperienced with it. Only one way to fix that." With that, Ichigo and his soldiers charged into the fray once more, the two spearmen between the four armored soldiers. Taking one hand off his spear, the young captain casts another Kidō, "Bakudō #61, Rikujōkōrō!"

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In another part of the city, eight people lounged around the warehouse they had called home for the last few months. For over a century, they moved from safehouse to safehouse around the nation, plus a few in other countries. Until recently, they had been in Naha, but then Urahara had contacted them, saying Aizen was likely going to make his move soon. "So… Urahara confirmed the kid's got a mask," One of them, a tall man with a spiky afro, commented offhandedly as he turned the page of his manga.

"About damn time!" A tiny blonde girl scoffed, "What took that dumbass so long? It should have been obvious ages ago!"

The afroed man shrugged noncommittedly, "Apparently he never manifested it early on. Not a peep of Hollow Reiryoku from him. …Damn, volume's over." Sitting up from where he had been lounging on a sofa, he addressed another member of the group, "Hey Lisa, the next one out yet?"

From where she sat on a nearby end table, Lisa, a young woman dressed in a high school uniform, answered, "I told you, Love, that's the last one for another month. At any rate, who's gonna make contact with the new guy?"

As she looked around, no one seemed interested in volunteering. Well… almost no one. "I'll do it! It'll be a Super Mashiro Recruitment!" The speaker was a young woman with lime green hair and dressed in a white bodysuit. As she spoke, she struck a pose straight out of a Sentai series.

"I'll do it," The group's ostensible leader, Hirako Shinji, offered, "I can pose as an exchange student at his school and bring him in that way."

Lisa didn't even look up from her erotic manga as she scoffed, "Really? I know you don't get out as much as some of us, but you do know you look like a grown ass man, right? How are you going to pose as a high schooler?"

"Would you rather we use Mashiro?"

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Back in Urahara's basement, Ichigo panted for breath, having returned to his Bankai's base form once he no longer had the energy to summon more Yūrei no Heishi. He had been doing better than his first fight against Yachiru, but he was still pretty sure he wasn't actually winning. Minor injuries littered his body, though his chestplate was surprisingly intact all things considered. On the upside, he was pretty sure there were a lot more severed limbs laying around this time. Sure, losing an arm or even both legs didn't stop her, but it did slow her down until they regrew. "You know, hah, this infinite regeneration you've got is total bullshit."

From where she stood a few meters away, the first Kenpachi smiled. "It's hardly infinite. My regeneration is fueled by enemies I've previously slain. You didn't think all this blood was for aesthetics, did you?" Yachiru waved a blood-soaked hand towards the ocean of blood around them. In Ichigo's mind, she vaguely reminded him of that American horror movie he watched once, though the girl in that film had been a teenager in a prom dress, not a nude milf of a woman.

Fully willing to accept the current lull as an opportunity to catch his breath, Ichigo asked, "And how many enemies have you slain?"

Yachiru's answer was an indifferent half shrug, "How many breaths have you taken?" Moving her Zanpakutō back into a ready position, she offered, "You seem rather worn out; how about one last exchange?"

Gathering himself, Ichigo readied his blade. "Works for me. Don't blame me if you die though." Charging as much power as he could into Eien-ō Tenmai's blade, Ichigo sped forward, his opponent moving to meet him halfway. At the last second, Ichigo did something truly unexpected. He kicked one of Yachiru's own severed arms upwards and into her face. Though she gave no outward reaction, the splattered blood nonetheless blinded her for a brief instant, allowing Ichigo's attack to land.

The pair clashed… and parted, moving past each other with the momentum of their strikes. After a second where neither party moved, Ichigo collapsed to one knee. His shield and chestplate split and blood gushed from his body as a slash across his chest opened. Behind him, the first Kenpachi stayed motionless for a moment longer… before her head fell from her shoulders and her body toppled to the ground. The schoolboy barely registered the sound as he dispelled his Bankai, too busy trying to keep his lifeblood inside himself. "Fuck… should've learned healing."

So distracted was he, that he didn't notice the ocean of blood disappearing, nor did he hear the sound of wet footsteps behind him. It was only when a hand glowing green with Kaidō pressed against his chest wound that he noticed that he wasn't truly alone. "Well done, Kurosaki-kun," Unohana complimented him, "That last maneuver was unorthodox but impressive. It's also why I merely sliced through your ribs, rather than your lung and heart as well."

Looking up, Ichigo saw the 4th Division captain was completely unharmed. A glance behind him showed she had apparently grown a whole new body rather than regenerate her head. "Really?" He grunted as his ribs knitted back together. "You can survive decapitation too?"

Unohana smiled. "It takes roughly five minutes for your brain to die after decapitation. Far more time than I need." She pointedly ignored his mutterings about 'bullshit healing' to pursue a different topic. "You never did call upon that power from before. When you gained a Hollow mask and that other being took over."

Ichigo glanced away. "I don't know how I did that. Even if I did, I wouldn't want someone else intruding on the fight. When I was like that… it wasn't me. It was like someone else was driving and I was locked in the trunk, barely knowing what was going on."

"Hm, I'm afraid I can't help you there, Kurosaki-kun. I've never encountered such a thing before." Pulling her hand away from his chest, she moved to heal his other injuries. "I will say, however, such a power could only be a boon if you can learn to take control of it for yourself." As she spoke, the older woman quickly and efficiently healed the various minor wounds she had given him. "There is just one more thing, Kurosaki-kun."

Standing up, Ichigo looked down to meet Unohana's eyes. Now that they weren't fighting, and her resealed Bankai had gotten rid of all the blood, it took him considerably more willpower to keep his eyes from wandering. Though different from the other women he knew, no one could deny that she had a killer body in every possible way. "Not another fight, is it? I don't think I could do that again for at least a week."

In lieu of answering, Unohana grabbed the back of Ichigo's head and pulled him down into a searing kiss. His gasp of surprise allowed her tongue to entwine with and completely dominate his own. The ravenette's free hand moved down to cup his crotch through his Shihakusho, fondling him with surprising gentleness given the violence they had inflicted on each other previously. Before Ichigo could properly get his bearings, she released him with a satisfied smirk on her face. "Hm~ Maybe we should see more of each other off the battlefield~"

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"{Hey Candice!}" The Irishwoman looked around curiously at the sound of someone calling her name. After a moment, she spotted Ichigo waving at her. Figuring she had nothing else going on (indeed, she'd been wandering town aimlessly for an hour now) she walked over to see what he wanted. Looking him over, she realized he must have gotten out of school recently. That or his dress sense looked exactly like a school uniform. Honestly, she had no idea how he looked so comfortable wearing slacks and two shirts in this heat. Candice was wearing a salmon spaghetti strap top with blue short shorts yet she was still frying. 'Good thing I'm not wearing white. I'd be giving everyone a show.' Once she got close enough, Ichigo asked, "{You free? I was going to visit the arcade and thought you might want to come along.}"

Candice found herself surprised at his English. It was accented and kinda formal for normal conversation, but a lot better than she expected. Normally, she was stuck sounding like a spanner trying to talk to anyone, doubly so if she was trying to find something at the store. "{Hell yes! I'll kick your ass at Dancing Stage!}" Granted, getting out of this heat wouldn't matter if she promptly worked up a sweat dancing, but that thought didn't occur to her at the time.

A few minutes later found them entering one of the local arcades. While Ichigo had no clue what Dancing Stage was, he figured Dance Dance Revolution was probably the same thing and was going to lead Candice over to the machines when she tapped him on the arm and pointed at the sign above a separate room. "{Please tell me that's laser tag,}" she implored, her eyes lighting up. Glancing at the sign, Ichigo confirmed her suspicions and was rewarded by a sharp tug in that direction. "{Dancing Stage is good but nothing beats laser tag! C'mon, let's go wreck everyone!}"

Speaking as fast as she was, Ichigo couldn't quite understand her exact words, though he was pretty sure he got the gist. Paying for a round, the two geared up and Candice made a point of getting them assigned to the same team. Once they were given the go-ahead, the pair went in and completely obliterated the competition. Or, more accurately, Ichigo did fairly well while Candice demolished the other team so thoroughly, they might as well not even had their guns.

The following match, she asked to play solo to "hopefully make things more challenging". So, Ichigo joined nine other players facing off against a single foreign woman. The others, confident in their ability to simply overwhelm Candice with sheer numbers, all rushed her as one. Nine shots later and every one of them had been eliminated, leaving Ichigo skulking around on his own in an attempt to sneak up on her. For nearly three minutes, he did his best to dive from cover to cover towards Candice, all while avoiding her line of sight. Peering around a column (padded to minimize injuries), Ichigo strained to spot his quarry among the fog and neon lights. Just as he prepared to move towards a low wall, his vest suddenly blared, indicating he'd been hit. Standing up in frustration, Ichigo turned around and saw a cocky Candice standing behind him. "{That's match, Ichigo.}"

Thankfully, after that, Candice had apparently gotten her fill of humiliating others with her marksmanship. Instead, they took up a pair of open Dance Dance Revolution machines. As they got ready, Candice smirked at Ichigo, still high off her overwhelming victory. "{Tell ya what, we compete each song. First to five wins and gets to name a prize from the loser.}"

"{You're on,}" Ichigo answered. The song started and the pair were off. It quickly became apparent that Candice had considerable dancing skill, able to weave and flow naturally between each step. Ichigo on the other hand, had his former karate practice and his new combat experience to fall back on, showing less artistry but just as much accuracy. While he couldn't flow from a onehanded handstand into a split like his date, his feet matched the beat seemingly on instinct. The pair quickly drew a crowd, with other teens cheering on each of them. Ichigo managed to pull an early lead, winning the first two dances. But his victories only seemed to spur the Irishwoman on. She quickly rallied and won the next four dances. Pulling himself together, Ichigo pulled out all the stops to win another dance. But it was for naught. Candice claimed her fifth and final win on the next dance, marking her as the winner of their bet.

As the audience clapped, Candice took a theatrical bow before grabbing Ichigo by his shirt and hauling him off. Glancing around to make sure no one was watching them, she quickly pulled him into the ladies' room and into an unoccupied stall. "{Candice, what are you doing?!}" Ichigo hissed.

Her victorious smirk still in place, Candice turned away from him to pull her shorts and panties down to her knees before leaning forward and placing her hands against the back wall. "{Claiming my prize. I get what I want from you. And I want a creampie.}"

Blinking at the unfamiliar term, Ichigo asked, "{Creampie?}" It was obviously something sexual but he'd definitely never learned that phrase in English class.

Rolling her eyes, the Quincy wiggled her ass at him and clarified, "{Fuck me and paint my womb.}"

Ichigo's eyes widened in surprise, though his dick was certainly eager to agree to her demands. Pulling down his pants and underwear, he held her hip with one hand as he lined himself up. "{Somehow, this feels like I won too.}"

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It was late at night when Isane made her way towards her captain's quarters. It wouldn't be the first time she had shared the other woman's bed, though like every other time, she doubted anything inappropriate would occur regardless of her wishes. As she neared Unohana's quarters, the young woman wasn't surprised to find her moon gazing and drinking tea. Though she had seen it many times before, the sight of her captain bathed in moonlight with her hair unbound always made the older woman's beauty seem otherworldly. Said woman turned to look at her with a soft smile on her face, "Another nightmare, Isane-chan? Come, sit with me."

Obediently, Isane sat down on the other side of the tea set, accepting a cup when her captain offered. For a time, the two sat in silence, simply enjoying their tea and gazing at the stars. As she took another sip, Isane couldn't help but glance at the scar on Unohana's chest. The lieutenant knew full well it was the only scar on her captain's body and that she was likely the only non-captain to know about said scar, yet she had no idea who had given it to Unohana nor when. Though far more than her scar, it was her eyes and lips that captivated Isane so. During the day, the ravenette's eyes always held a measure of stress, her smile a touch artificial. But here, under the moonlight, she was so at ease. Her eyes held nothing but appreciation for the view. Her smile was one of simple contentment. Though, there was another time Isane had seen her (not very) secret love this happy. Namely, in the days following her fights with Captain Kurosaki. 'Sigh. Could I ever do that for Captain Unohana?' Her ruminations were interrupted by the subject of her thoughts. "Is something wrong, Isane-chan?" To Isane's ears, Unohana's voice reminded her equally of a doting mother and an affectionate lover.

Her face red at being caught, Isane stammered her reply, "N-n-no, it's n-nothing. I just-" But a part of Isane's mind that didn't speak up nearly often enough punted her insecurities through a metaphorical wall. 'Damn it! Who dares, wins!' "Actually… there was something I wanted to talk to you about, Captain Unohana. I've admired you for decades now, but you always seemed like the moon. Distant. Unattainable. But then Kurosaki, I mean, Captain Kurosaki came and it's like he lit a fire within you that I never knew existed. I shouldn't but sometimes I feel like he's stolen the moon from the sky and taken it for his own." Isane knew she was rambling, but she found herself unable to stop. "You might be closer than ever but somehow you feel even more out of reach. And I find myself afraid I've already lost my chance without even realizing it. And I- I-" Unable to continue, but unwilling to simply give up here, Isane instead threw herself across the miniature table between them. Wrapping her arms around the target of her affections, the taller woman claimed Unohana's lips with her own, pouring every fiber of her love, hunger, and admiration for her captain into that single act.

Unohana's eyes widened in surprise, not at Isane's feelings, which she had known about for years, but at her boldness. While her lieutenant was certainly physically imposing, her personality saw her fading into the background more often than not. Of course, no amount of surprise was going to keep her from showing her cute subordinate how to really kiss someone senseless. With one hand in her lieutenant's hair and another at the small of her back, Unohana quickly turned the tables on Isane, thoroughly dominating her mouth in a show of aggression and experience the other woman hadn't a prayer of matching. After nearly a minute of cleaning her lieutenant's tonsils with her tongue, the ravenette finally pulled back for air.

As Isane struggled to regain her breath, Unohana informed her, "You should know that I've recently decided to pursue Kurosaki-kun romantically. However," That one word stopped Isane from falling to despair at losing her chance, "If you're willing, I see no reason he can't share me with you. Or perhaps, we could even all share each other." While Isane wasn't sure how she felt about Soul Society's newest captain on a personal level, she would admit he was quite attractive. The thought of both of them sharing Captain Unohana between them, perhaps even servicing her together, resulted in a blush that extended past her neck and underneath her sleeping robe. With a quiet 'eep', she passed out. For the rest of the night, she'd dream of beautiful women sensually eating strawberries.

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Ichigo was walking downstairs when he heard an increasingly familiar voice coming from the kitchen. When he entered the room, he saw his little sister Yuzu sitting at the table, drinking tea and chatting with Unohana Retsu. That Ichigo couldn't sense her until he was in the same room as her and that Yuzu was talking to her told him she must be in a Gigai. Though what really caught his attention wasn't the woman's presence but her appearance. Having never seen her out of her Shihakusho (minus when their fights destroyed her uniform), Ichigo found himself taken back at seeing Unohana wearing a tight fitting blue sleeveless turtleneck and sturdy looking green pants. Oddly, what was most surprising to him was that her hair was braided in the back for once rather than the front. "Ah, Ichi-nii! You didn't tell me you had taken up rock climbing! Unohana-san said she came to pick you up for your first lesson."

Confused, but catching Unohana's eye, Ichigo decided to roll with it. "Yeah, I thought it sounded interesting. I guess I forgot it was today."

"That's quite alright, Kurosaki-kun," Unohana interjected. "But I'm afraid we must get going if we're to arrive on time." Setting her teacup down, the ravenette stood and bowed politely to Yuzu, "Thank you for the tea and conversation, Kurosaki-chan."

Once they were outside, Ichigo asked, "So what are we really doing?" He knew she wasn't there for a fight or she'd have just sent him another Hell Butterfly.

"Rock climbing, were you not listening? Come, we'll be taking a shortcut through the Senkaimon." Two short trips between worlds later found the pair standing before an unfamiliar cliff face. Bizarrely, unless Ichigo missed his guess, the sun was far from where it had been a few minutes ago. Not to mention, it was much hotter. "Here, you'll need these," the older captain said, passing Ichigo a bundle of clothing. Taking it, he found it contained a purple singlet shirt, sturdy blue pants, some odd shoes, a canteen, and a… bag of powder? "You don't want to try mountain climbing in your current clothing."

Seeing no one around, Ichigo shrugged and changed into the new clothing. "Okay, but what's with the powder?" Ichigo couldn't help but ask as fitted on the shoes.

"It's rock-climbing chalk," Retsu answered, reaching into the bag on her own previously unnoticed belt to coat her hands. "We use it to maintain a grip on the rock."

Coating his own hands, he couldn't help but ask, "I don't know much about rock climbing but isn't there usually a lot more equipment?" Ichigo was pretty sure he remembered something about helmets, ropes, and harnesses.

"Usually yes," Retsu replied casually, "But this is known as free soloing. We climb without any safety gear but our shoes and chalk." Before Ichigo could voice his unease, she grabbed her first handhold and started making her way upwards. "Do not worry. Even if you fall, I can heal you before your injuries kill you. Assuming you can't stop your fall yourself."

With an almost resigned shrug, Ichigo followed after the woman, making a point of watching where she put her hands and feet. "I don't know why I'm doing this."

"And that is your greatest problem at the moment, Kurosaki-kun." Pausing so she could look down at him, the ravenette asked, "Why are you doing this? Why did you agree to fight me again? There was nothing to be gained and no one to be protected, so why did you willingly fight someone who killed you before?" When he didn't answer, indeed all he could do was stare in shock at the questions, Retsu suggested, "Ponder it while we climb. It shouldn't take more than an hour or so to reach the summit."

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The pair climbed mostly in silence after that, barring the occasional tidbit from Retsu, such as sharing that she mountain climbed in Soul Society in what free time she had, making a point to collect any medicinal herbs she gathered. Finally, and with muscles Ichigo wasn't aware he had groaning from overuse, they reached the top of the cliff. Taking in the impressive view, Ichigo turned towards Unohana, who was taking a long pull from her canteen which she then offered to him. Taking it gratefully, Ichigo took a swig of water, eager to replenish what he'd lost on the way up.

"Now, you've had plenty of time to think on your answer but let me share a story with you first," Retsu insisted. "I'm sure you've heard of Captain Zaraki Kenpachi." Though it wasn't a question, Ichigo nodded anyway. "You should know that 'Kenpachi' isn't a name; it's a title. One given to the strongest swordsman in each generation, each one killing the previous wielder. Zaraki is the eleventh to hold it, and one of only two people alive in Soul Society to survive a fight with the first Kenpachi: Myself. When I was young, I had so many titles, some given to me, others I took. I called myself Yachiru to declare that I had mastered every form of swordsmanship in existence. Some called me Death Sword for the countless that had fallen to my blade. Others called me the Kenpachi. A thousand years ago, I came across a child whose bloodlust matched my own. Naturally, we fought and bled. He was strong, incredibly so. Given another century to grow, he'd have overwhelmed me." Retsu paused for a moment in her reflection. "But he didn't. Over nine hundred years later, he came to Soul Society to fight the tenth Kenpachi. He won and claimed the title for himself, but he had barely grown at all. Zaraki stagnated, fearing a lack of challenge so much that he never even learned his Zanpakutō's name. I was disgusted. All that strength and what ruled him was fear."

Something from early in her explanation caught Ichigo's attention though. "If each Kenpachi earns the title by killing the previous, shouldn't you still be Kenpachi?" He asked, confused.

"Technically, yes. But I also faced a lack of worthwhile battles. A couple centuries after my battle with Zaraki, I grew weary of battle against uninteresting opponents and retired. I became the first head of the medical division and dedicated myself to saving lives rather than taking them. It's ironic. I originally learned how to heal in order to prolong my battles so I could fight more. Regardless, sometime after I abandoned the mantle of Kenpachi, someone else took it up, declaring themselves not only the greatest swordsman but also the daughter of the first Kenpachi." Retsu laughed softly in amusement, "She was lying of course; I'd like to think I wouldn't forget having a child. At any rate, she was eventually killed in battle by the next one seeking my title. As was her killer. On and on it went. After a time, everyone forgot the origins of the title, knowing only that you earned it by killing the previous Kenpachi."

There was a drawn out, though not quite awkward, silence at the end of the first Kenpachi's tale. After a couple minutes, Ichigo spoke quietly, his gaze still locked on the horizon where the sun was starting to set, "When you first asked why I fought you again, I wanted to say something like 'I was obligated' or 'I didn't feel I had a choice'. But thinking on it, those were just excuses. Deep down, I had two reasons though I couldn't tell you which was more important. First, fighting you would make me stronger. So I could protect everyone."

"And the second?" Retsu asked, turning her head from the sunset to look at him.

Even without looking at her, Ichigo knew the answer was important to the woman. Not to mention, likely the reason why she had told him her story. "Because… I wanted to. I wanted to fight you again. And again and again. It wasn't a matter of duty like Kuchiki or Shunsui. It wasn't because you needed to die like Mayuri. I just… wanted to enjoy fighting you again."

When Ichigo turned to look at Retsu, he saw a smile that was equal parts joyous and hungry. Before he knew it, she tackled him (away from the ledge, thankfully) and captured his lips in a kiss that was all fire and lust and passion. The ravenette pawed at his body, ripping off his shirt when it got in her way. Unwilling to be passive, Ichigo flipped them over, putting himself on top as his hands mauled her breasts. His roughness did nothing to deter her; indeed, it seemed to spur her on more than anything. Retsu's shirt was torn from her body as she yanked down his pants. Once Ichigo's clothing was out of the way, she pulled back from their frantic kiss to push up her sports bra and pierced him with her smoldering gaze. "What do you think, Ichigo-kun? Up to scale some more 'mountains'?"

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While Ichigo was enjoying his date with Retsu, doubly so once he determined she wasn't going to spontaneously switch to Yachiru and start stabbing him while they scaled a mountain, a portal opened up in the skies above Karakura Community Park. Out of said portal stepped two men dressed in white. While the shorter and paler of the two gracefully floated to the ground, his larger tanned companion crashed to the ground like a meteor, leaving behind a significant crater. As he emerged from the resulting dust cloud, a crowd of people gathered around, trying to see what struck the ground. The tan man, sporting a jawbone over his own jaw, sneered at the humans. "Goddamn humans! What're you lot staring at!" He snarled.

His companion, who had what appeared to be half a bone helmet atop his head, rolled his eyes. "They can't see you, Yammy."

But Yammy wasn't listening, instead he started inhaling deeply. As he did, the souls of nearly everyone within the park were drawn into his mouth, killing them instantly. Once he had devoured every soul, Yammy nearly retched, "Disgusting. I hate how weak souls taste."

Any response from the other man was cut off as a blast of yellow lightning struck Yammy in the face, engulfing his upper body in an explosion. "Oi, fuckface!" Landing within the clearing was the sole survivor of Yammy's Gonzui technique: Tatsuki, already transformed and pissed off. She had been practicing in the park when she felt those two arrive, then moments later, everyone around her dropped dead. Her inhuman eyes burned with her rage over the senseless slaughter.

As the smoke cleared, Yammy emerged, his face slightly burnt but otherwise unharmed. "You're going to regret that, trash! Ulquiorra," He called to his comrade, "Is this the one?"

Once more, Ulquiorra rolled his eyes at Yammy's idiocy. "Our target is a male Shinigami," he replied, "What makes you think this woman is him?" At the moment, Ulquiorra found himself regretting not being allowed to bring a different Espada with him on this mission. Any of them would have been better than Yammy. 'Well, perhaps not Grimmjow or Barragan.'

Turning back to the human woman, Yammy grumbled, "Not my fault all these damn humans look the same." With a roar, he swung a punch at Tatsuki with bone-crushing force, only for his attack to be stopped cold by an orange shield.

Sprinting into the clearing were Sado and Orihime, the former with his Brazo Derecho del Gigante already activated. "Hime, Sado! Careful, this guy's strong," Tatsuki warned her friends. The trio took up a loose formation of sorts, Orihime standing in the back to act as support while Sado and Tatsuki were up front to handle melee combat. Yammy once more threw one of his massive fists at Tatsuki. When Orihime's shield intercepted him again, Tatsuki and Sado split, seeking to attack him from either side. A backhand from the giant struck Sado, who raised his transformed arm to block and was sent hurtling backwards. While he was distracted, Tatsuki lashed out with a taloned foot, catching Yammy in the side of his head. Sadly, all she managed was some minor cuts.

"Ha! You trash can't harm me through my hierro! We Arrancar have skin like iron!" Yammy arrogantly bragged. The Arrancar's boasting was cut off as Orihime's Koten Zanshun streaked towards him. A casual slap knocked the fairy out of the air, to Yammy's smug amusement, "Pathetic. You call that insect an attack?"

But Yammy's arrogance left him open for a counterattack by the returned Sado. Charging his fist with power, the teen launched a devastating punch with a cry of, "El Directo!" The attack caught Yammy directly in his back and sent him crashing to the ground, creating a new crater that was even larger than the last and kicking up a massive dust cloud. Tatsuki charged up another Dragon's Roar, but before she could attack, a crimson orb flew out of the cloud at incredible speeds and struck her in the face. Two more struck Sado and Orihime before the giant Arrancar stomped out of the smoke. Bloody, his jacket burnt away, and his left arm hanging limp, Yammy snarled in absolute fury. "Fucking trash! You think this will stop me?! I'll show you all!"

Opening his mouth wide, Yammy charged a cero in his mouth as he prepared to vaporize the three humans that dared injure him. All the while, Ulquiorra watched in boredom. Whether these humans lived or died was irrelevant to both him and his mission. Yet, he did wonder where the one called Kurosaki was. He had expected the Shinigami to come running the moment they had arrived, especially with Yammy indulging his gluttony. Maybe if Yammy killed his friends, he'd appear.

Just before the tan Arrancar could fire, two blasts of energy collided with him head-on, one crimson and the other a bright shining blue. The combined attacks blasted him backwards, carving deep into his skin. "Maa, sorry we're late," came the voice of Urahara Kisuke. Three new fighters appeared in the clearing: Urahara, Yoruichi, and, to the surprise of everyone present, Kurosaki Isshin in full Shinigami garb.

"Kurosaki-kun's dad is a Shinigami?" Orihime gasped in shock. All three teens shared a look of confusion, confirming that none of them had any idea of the man's powers. Did Ichigo know?

Ulquiorra was wary of the new arrivals; he'd been warned about engaging Urahara and his allies by Aizen himself. Perhaps it would be best to label the mission a failure and retreat. Sadly, his imbecilic partner had other ideas. "You trash! I'll fucking kill you all!" Yammy hauled himself to his feet, his bad arm now gone entirely and his body bleeding heavily.

"Huh. I must still be recovering. That attack should have cut him in two," Isshin mused idly, completely unconcerned with the Arrancar's threats. "Oh well, just means I need to try harder."

Yoruichi blocked his path with one arm. A cocky smirk on her lips, she insisted, "Let me handle him. After all, you wouldn't want to throw your back out, old man." As Isshin overdramatically reacted to her teasing, insisting Yoruichi was older than he was, the woman did a few quick leg stretches even as Yammy continued blustering. Completely serious now, she said, "Here goes," and vanished from sight at the same moment Yammy drew his Zanpakutō. A moment later, twelve of her appeared and kicked Yammy from several different angles all at once. He staggered but didn't fall, causing the various speed clones to all mule kick him upwards simultaneously. The attacks knocked the brute into the air as another Yoruichi appeared above him, her foot held high for a devastating axe kick. Yammy looked up just in time for her heel to slam into his face with overwhelming power. The Arrancar's head burst like an overripe melon as his entire body split in two vertically.

Yoruichi landed at the same time the two halves of Yammy's headless corpse crashed into the ground with a wet thud. While the teens stared in shock, the ebony woman shook out her legs and Urahara addressed the remaining Arrancar, "I'm afraid you'll have to leave emptyhanded today. Do give Aizen my regards, won't you?"

Ulquiorra stared at each of the new arrivals in turn, apparently sizing them up as threats, and having already dismissed the teens as irrelevant. After several long seconds, the pale man took one hand out of his pocket and tapped the air beside him. The air itself neatly drew back, not unlike a curtain, to reveal a Garganta. "We will meet again, Shinigami," Ulquiorra warned before stepping into the void between worlds. The Garganta closed behind him, leaving no evidence it had ever existed in the first place.

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AN: Honestly, there's all kinds of reasons why this took so long: General burnout, wanting to start Serpent Empress, neck injury, death in the family. Point is, I'm back and we should be returning to our normal update schedule. Was gonna start my Code Geass fic too, but after binging the series (a few episodes I never saw and the rest I hadn't seen since the series was new), I realized my plans would not so much change the script as wipe my ass with it then set it on fire. So that'll be a long ways out as I'll need quite some time just to write down a general story plan. Don't expect to see that until Aizen's dealt with.

Trying, and possibly failing, to use a bit of Irish slang when dealing with Candice's words/thoughts. If any Irishman could tell me whether I'm making myself look like a fucking idiot, lemme know. Fun fact: Until 2009, the European releases of Dance Dance Revolution were titled Dancing Stage. Also writing this chapter taught me that there's a form of rock climbing called buildering, where you scale skyscrapers with no safety equipment. All I can say is: At least one of those fuckers better have found work as a Spider-man stunt double.

Yes, I know that in canon, Zaraki was much stronger than Unohana as a child. Personally, I felt Kubo was wanking Zaraki off too much with that. Dude was introduced as incredible power but handicapped because he didn't fight alongside his Zanpakutō, leaving him weaker than he could be. The idea of Unohana teaching him how to properly fight was intriguing but the reveal that "Oh he sealed away all his power and she's going to fight him until he releases it" sucked. So I instead chose to go my route: Zaraki's fear of never having a good fight again caused him to stagnate. Also, Unohana is lying a bit to Ichigo, but she's lying to herself more. It'll be explained further in a later arc.

Anywho, Yammy is dead as hell now. Much like the update delay, there's several reasons but the main one is that Yoruichi is a captain level fighter facing someone who, outside of resurreccion, is around lieutenant level. That I dislike the bullshit reveal of "Oh, I'm actually the 0th Espada even though two different people confirmed that the Espada are 1-10" certainly didn't help his odds of survival. Though I did originally plan to have him survive this battle then use his resurreccion in Hueco Mundo where Orihime is the one to kill him. Don't worry, she's still got badassery coming.

You know, had I realized I was gonna fold two chapters together, I'd have made a joke about Unohana fisting herself in my last preview. Or maybe giving Ichigo head. Speaking of which, what does it take to kill Unohana? Well, anything that'd kill a captain quickly when she's not in Bankai. When she is, I reckon you have to destroy or at least severely damage her brain. Most "instant deaths" in real life are actually more along the lines of "You'll be (almost) instantly knocked out and then die before you wake up".

Next time on Vow of the King! Ichigo has to deal with a real nasty pussy while Rangiku discovers she doesn't like getting huge balls in her face.

Bonus Omake: Nel's Punishment (also first lemon I ever wrote)

"C'mon, right… there. That's the last one." Wiping his brow, Ichigo admired his handiwork. Hogtied and hanging from the ceiling before him was a completely nude Nelliel, a bit gag in her mouth. Attached to her nipples were a pair of clamps and the end of a string of anal beads poked out of her full, luscious ass. While she definitely looked sexy like that, especially with the sheer wanton lust in Nelliel's eyes as she looked up at him, Ichigo couldn't see himself doing this often. Even getting past the sheer embarrassment of buying everything Nel wanted, it had taken nearly twenty minutes to get set up. Reaching down to pick up the final item, a riding crop, Ichigo went over the rules one last time with his girlfriend, "Alright, normally the safe words are 'Banana' for ease up and 'Strawberry' for stop. Given the gag, instead snap your fingers once for ease up and twice for stop. Understand?"

Nel nodded eagerly, impatient to start. "We'll start with ten strikes per cheek then." At this, Nel shook her head before holding up two fingers. "Twenty?" Nel nodded. "Have it your way." Ichigo lightly swung the crop down on Nel's ass, causing a pleasant jiggle and small slapping noise. In response, Nel let out a muffled groan of frustration. Getting the message, Ichigo pulled back his arm and brought the riding instrument down hard on her ass, the resulting slap echoing throughout the room. This time, Nelliel's cry was part wanton moan and part whorish scream. It was easily the most erotic sound he'd ever heard, causing his cock to jump within his boxers. Wanting to hear more, Ichigo swung again and again, reveling in her cries and the sight of her jiggling ass.

By the tenth strike, it was impossible which was flowing faster: the drool from her mouth or the nectar from her pussy. On the seventeenth strike, Nel let out a louder and longer cry that quickly turned into a squeal as juices erupted from her quivering quim and her whole form trembled in ecstasy. Pausing, Ichigo couldn't help but ask as he maneuvered so he could look Nelliel in the eye, "Do you need a moment?" Even more than her frantic head shaking, the pure lust-crazed need in Nel's eyes convinced him to continue. Besides wanting to please his lover, he also wanted to finish before his hard-on destroyed his boxers.

Resuming, Ichigo mentally counted out the strikes as Nel's bountiful bubble butt accumulated more and more welts. The arrancar orgasmed twice more before Ichigo reached the fortieth strike. In a moment of insight, he landed the final blow directly on her sopping pussy. This time, Nelliel's climax hit with such force that her entire body went completely rigid, a keening wail leaving her lips before her eyes rolled back and she lost consciousness.

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When Nel regained consciousness, she was still tied up as before, but now Ichigo was rubbing lotion over her tenderized ass cheeks, soothing the delicious pain. She whimpered at the feeling of the cold lotion on her sensitive butt, getting Ichigo's attention, "Awake, are we? Good, because we're not even close to being done yet. In fact, we've barely begun." Despite having nearly begged for this, Nelliel found herself shuddering in nervousness as well as anticipation. Her boyfriend had already given her four separate orgasms, including one stronger than any other she could ever remember having and he was "just beginning". Still, any trepidation she felt was drowned under a tsunami of arousal; despite Ichigo's point blank refusal to even consider choking her when she'd asked, he was already performing phenomenally as a dom.

"Well, now it's time for me to have some fun," Ichigo stated as he moved to stand completely behind Nelliel. Now unable to see her lover even out of the corner of her eye, Nel tried to turn her head to look at him, only to receive a swift smack to her amazing ass and a sharp rebuke, "Eyes forward. This isn't about you now. It's about me." The arrancar mewled needily in response but nonetheless complied, straining her senses to determine what he would do next. A rustle of fabric made her gulp, realizing Ichigo was now fully nude behind her. She could only imagine that fat, throbbing cock jutting outwards from his groin, aimed straight at her drooling pussy. After a few seconds without any more movement on his part, Nel did her best to wiggle her hips, hoping to entice her Shinigami boyfriend to claim her. To conquer her. To violate her.

Though she could barely move, strung up as she was, Ichigo nonetheless decided to take action. Stepping between her legs, he palmed one of her juicy ass cheeks with one hand, squeezing and massaging it, and with the other he grasped his cock and rubbed it against the submissive woman's positively sopping cunt. With the gag still in her mouth, Nel couldn't speak but she still had to fight from looking back in an attempt to beg with just her eyes. Feeling that thick pillar of meat running along her lower lips was torture. Occasionally, he'd stop and prod at her entrance; teasingly preparing to penetrate, only to let it slip past and rub against her clit instead. Her extremities clenched anxiously as she agonized to be impaled on his cock.

At last, just as she was about to disobey Ichigo's orders and turn to look at him, he suddenly changed tactics. But in lieu of finally stuff her aching pussy, the Shinigami pulled the anal beads out of her ass before slamming his massive bitch breaker of a cock deep into her bowels, not stopping until he was buried to the hilt with his heavy balls resting against her pussy. Nel howled as she climaxed once again, her eyes rolling back as her juices sprayed out to coat Ichigo's sack. Rather than give her a moment to come down from her high, Ichigo instead pulled out halfway before thrusting right back in. Again and again he hammered her ass, Nel's puckered sphincter clinging tightly as though begging him to slow down. He ignored the subtle plea, picking up speed and causing yet another orgasm just as she was coming down from the first. Leaning forward, the teen grabbed hold of Nelliel's bouncing tits, giving them a quick squeeze before adjusting his grip to pull on her nipple clamps.

Even as Nel moaned and cried and screamed around her gag, Ichigo growled into her ear, "This is what you wanted, isn't it? To be fucked like a whore. To be treated like a cocksleeve. To be punished like the naughty little slut you are!" Nel barely had the presence of mind to nod her agreement. She was a naughty slut; but more importantly, she was his naughty little slut. Before, Nelliel hadn't understood Candice's nigh obsession with anal. But now? Now it was abundantly, gloriously clear. That thick cock stretching her out, scraping against her insides with every bone jarring thrust. Clap, clap clap! His hips rammed into her thick meaty ass as Ichigo did his damnedest to kill her with raw pleasure. It was ecstasy. It was insanity.

And she never wanted it to end.

As great as their lovemaking was, this was what she had needed. Ichigo wasn't just dominating her; he was declaring his ownership of her. In this moment, Nelliel wasn't his girlfriend; she was simply his.

With a grunt, Ichigo's thrusts sped up even further and his pace became erratic. Straightening back up, he grabbed onto her hips, gaining the leverage he needed to speed up just a little bit more. With a groan, Ichigo finally hilted himself as far as he could in Nel's ass and came, flowing her bowels with his seed. The rush of liquid heat in her backdoor caused yet another orgasm to rip its way through Nelliel's body. This time, her jaw locked up enough to bite clean through her gag, the broken pieces falling out of her mouth as the arrancar positively shrieked her pleasure.

Her eyes rolled back as her ass was flooded with cum and her cunt convulsed, spraying the floor with her juices. However, as the darkness started encroaching on the verdette's vision once more, a harsh slap impacted her ass cheek like a thunderbolt. The strike echoed through the room as Nel was forcefully brought back to full alertness, including the horrible emptiness as her lover withdrew from her brutally fucked hole. "I told you," Ichigo scolded her, "This isn't about your pleasure anymore. It's about mine. And I'm nowhere near finished with you yet, slut."

"Yes Master," Nel moaned lewdly, "I'm your slut, your whore, your slave. Please, keep using your filthy little cumdump to your heart's content." Putting action to his words, Ichigo lined up with the Arrancar's drooling twat, her nectar flowing like waterfall. Once more, he thrust inside mercilessly, not showing a moment of hesitation or consideration as he took to ravaging Nelliel's poor aching pussy. This time, his pace was even more brutal than before, hammering away with a ferocity that left her breathless. His dick rubbed and scrapped her walls so deliciously as Ichigo spanked her already abused ass, slapping his palms down on each cheek over and over. Before, Nel had hoped to one day be Ichigo's bride but as yet another climax slammed into her and threatened to fry her brain, the former espada knew she'd eagerly beg to be his pet at this point.

She could picture it clear as day. Spending the rest of her nigh eternal life clad only in a collar declaring her master's ownership of her body and soul. Hiding away under Ichigo's desk and worshipping his glorious bitch breaker all day. Being used and abused by his wives, sucking his seed out of them after he was finished breeding them.

Nel was snapped out of her fantasy by a particularly jarring thrust allowing Ichigo to break past her cervix and fill her womb, his cock finally fully sheathed inside her pussy. Lights exploded behind her eyes as she felt fuller than she ever had in her life. She should feel awed or incredulous but at the moment, all Nel could feel was dick. As her boyfriend tenderized her cunt, Nel managed to choke out, "Don't… stop. Never stop… fucking… me…. MASTER!" At the last word, Ichigo slammed balls deep into her body and unleashed a veritable torrent of cum. With his cock stretching her so, Ichigo's seed couldn't escape even as it kept flowing into her pussy. The sensation of cum flooding her womb brought Nel to orgasm for the umpteenth time: Her toes clenched as her hands frantically sought something to grip, her entire being visibly trembled as her spine tingled with pleasure. By the time he finished, a small bulge had formed in the verdette's belly, one that quickly shrank as the Shinigami withdrew and a flood of white poured out of her abused holes.

Coming around in front of the still suspended woman, Ichigo reached out and snapped the ropes holding her in place. Even with his help guiding her down, Nel collapsed on her knees, leaning against Ichigo's body for support, all the strength in her body fucked right out of her. As she regained her breath from the most intense orgasms of her life, Nel felt something: Ichigo's still erect cock against the side of her face. Turning her head, she pressed her nose into his groin and breathed deeply, inhaling the unique combination of his manly musk and her feminine juices. After a moment of this, Nel stuck out her tongue and lovingly lapped at his balls, still so full and heavy with semen. As she heard him swallow heavily, she pulled back slightly to meet his eyes and cheekily smile. In her most sultry voice, Nelliel purred, "If I'm going to be a good girl, I better clean up after myself, Ichigo-sama."

With that, the verdette arrancar licked her way from the base of his cock all the way to the tip, slowly dragging her tongue along every vein. Upon reaching the top, she planted a kiss on his swollen head then slowly moved her head downwards, engulfing inch after inch of jaw-stretching, hot, throbbing man meat. When he reached the back of her throat, she continued without pause, determined to take every last inch inside her throat. Only when Nel reached the very base, Ichigo's balls resting against her chin, did she pause, looking up at him and giving a flirty wink before getting back to work. Bracing her hands on his thighs, the former espada bobbed on his length, slowly at first but rapidly speeding up. In less than a minute, she was fucking her own face on her lover's prodigious pillar of a penis. Despite the substantial bulge moving in her throat, the only noise escaping her lips is a completely involuntary, "Glurk! Glurk! Glurk!" as she chokes herself with cock.

Ichigo's hands fly up to grip the horns of her mask fragments, needing to steady himself from the onslaught of pleasure as Nel's tongue positively dances over every micrometer of his length. If she had been a wanton whore before, now she was positively frenzied, her hair flying and spittle drooling down her chin to splash on her breasts. He didn't know where this energy had come from, but it felt like she was trying suck out his soul through his dick. And damned if she wasn't succeeding. Even as the busty masochist sped up even further, he started slamming his hips forward to match her, using her horns as handlebars. "GAGKH GAGKH GAGKH~!" Even as she choked louder than ever, she moaned at how he dominated her, reveling in her submission.

Finally, Ichigo refused to let her pull back, holding her all the way down his cock and thrusting forward, trying to force himself even deeper. In response, Nel's tongue worked its way out past her overstretched lips and lapped at his balls, desperately trying to coax another load from them. With a grunt that quickly turned into a roar of pleasure, Ichigo came once more. Jet after thick, creamy, burning hot jet of cum blasted straight into the verdette's stomach. For her part, Nel continued tonguing his sack in an effort to prolong his orgasm until Ichigo pulled out and shot the remainder of his load all over her.

When he'd finally finished, her face, her hair, her mask, even her neck and breasts were covered in thick ropes of seed. In that moment, Nel resembled nothing so much as a succubus fresh from draining her latest batch of victims. Her eyes still burning with lust, the arrancar turned away and lowered herself to the floor, her breasts flattened against the wood as she raised her hindquarters in the air. Wiggling her glorious backside at him, Nel looked back with pure wanton desire on her face as she asked, "You're not done punishing me yet, are you Ichigo-sama?" Ichigo's look of incredulity swiftly turned into a lustful smirk as he joined her on the floor.

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Hours later, an exhausted and thoroughly spent pair cuddled together on the floor, too tired to move upstairs to a bed. Dazed from a true marathon of fucking, Ichigo turned towards the woman happily resting her head on his chest. "So, was it everything you wanted?" He asked, "Can't say I've ever done BDSM before."

With a giggle that was equal parts fondness and fatigue, Nel answered, "Everything and more, Ichi-kun. You were magnificent as a dom. We'll have to do this again some time." As she glanced over at the torn ropes and the gag she'd bitten through, she elaborated, "Though we might need to see Nemu-chan about some higher quality props next time."