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12 Brides and A Strawberry

Chapter 12

The Next Day...
Karakura Town

At a large church near the edge of town, friends, allies and former enemies began to gather to celebrate the Substitute Soul Reaper's marriage to his first wife, Orihime Inoue. The Soul Reapers, led by Head-Captain Kyoraku, began to fill the seats. All of them were in Gigais. Likewise, the party of Arrancars lead by Halibel were all in special Gigais, provided to them by Urahara. Of the Quincies, only Meninas, Candice, Liltotto and Askin were present; Giselle begrudgingly obeying Orihime's wish to not come.

Of the Fullbringers, only Jackie was sitting seated. Riruka was off in the back with the other bridesmaids and Yukio was too busy with his company to attend a wedding; at least, that's what he told Jackie.

In the front row of the church pews sat Ichigo's closest friends. Most of Ichigo's classmates looked giddy as they waited for the ceremony to start. Chizuru didn't know whether to be happy for Orihime or livid at Ichigo, her face constantly changing from crying with joy to red with rage.

Near the altar stood most of the bridesmaids. Riruka, Nel, Yoruichi were all wearing their best dresses. On the other side stood Uryu, Keigo and Chad, the latter acting as Ichigo's best man. Tatsuki was with Orihime getting her ready.

Uryu, dressed in his best suit, saw his father enter the church and take a seat near the back. He was quite surprised to see Ryuken here; the idea that his father would come to see a Soul Reaper's wedding was something the young Quincy didn't think he'd ever see happen. But Uryu figured that the elder Quincy was here out of respect for Isshin and wanted to see his friend's son get married; although Uryu seriously doubted he'd be here for other weddings but appreciated the sentiment.

An assortment of Soul Reapers lined the seats. Most of the captains and their respective lieutenants had shown up for the ceremony; for the moment, several of them were out in the church's lobby talking.

As for the lucky groom...

Standing in the middle of a small room in the back of the church, Ichigo nervously shifted from one foot to another while looking in a mirror. Dressed in a tuxedo made for him by Kisuke, the groom swallowed the lump in his throat and tried in vain to calm the butterflies in his stomach.

"Looking sharp."

Turning around, Ichigo saw his father walk into the room. "Oh, uh...hi, Dad."

Putting a hand on his son's shoulder, Isshin Kurosaki gave the soon-to-be-married teenager a reassuring smile. "Take a breath, Ichigo. It's going to be okay."

His father's support helped calm Ichigo, if only for the moment. "Thanks, Dad."

Isshin's face softened and a look of pain filled his eyes. "Ichigo, I...I am really sorry I threw you into the middle of this. I should have sat down and discussed all of this with you rather than throw you to twelve women for the sake of the Soul Society's peace. I just..." Sighing, Isshin hung his head, shame written all over his face. He knew that he, Kyoraku and Kisuke had been wrong to just throw Ichigo into this without even asking for his input; he chalked it up to the all the booze they'd been drinking. "I just thought that you deserved to be happy and letting so many women who cared for you into your life would do that."

A long period of silence filled the small room as father and son looked at each other. Taking a deep breath, Ichigo gave his father an understanding nod. "It's alright, Dad. I'm still mad at you guys for dropping me into this situation without even asking if I was okay with it. But..." Turning away, Ichigo looked over to the door, hearing the sounds of his friends and family outside. He thought about the moments he shared with Orihime, Tatsuki, Candice, Nel, Sung-Sun and Halibel and how his feelings for them had changed. "I really have come to care for them and…maybe this won't be the disaster I thought it was going to be."

Clapping his son on the back, Isshin put his arm around his shoulders. "Don't worry, Ichigo. You'll do fine. You are my son, after all. And don't worry about the ride out of here. I hired a driver to take you two all the way to the seaside cabin you and Orihime are going to be honeymooning in. Kisuke made it himself and you two will have all the time you need before you have to go marry Yoruichi. Now, come on. I didn't raise you to keep a lady waiting."

Ichigo followed his father out of the room, hoping that things didn't become too chaotic when this was all over…

Meanwhile…

In the church's reception area, several of the lieutenants had gathered and were all talking before they went to go take their seats.

And among those lieutenants was Renji.

The red-haired Soul Reaper was still fuming but had done a somewhat admirable job in keeping his opinion to himself. Every time he looked inside the church and saw the Quincies quietly sitting, it made his blood boil. His thoughts turned to Byakuya being smashed and cut to pieces by his own Bankai, to the late Yamamoto getting cut down after being played by Yhwach, and to Toshiro and Rangiku who'd suffered fates worse than death at the hands of Giselle.

Looking over at Mashiro, Renji tapped her on the shoulder. "Hey, Mashiro? A word?"

Ichigo's Vizard bride nodded and Renji took her over to a corner of the room, speaking in a hushed tone. "Mashiro, are you sure you're okay with this?"

"No! No, I'm not! How could I be okay with this?" pouted the greenette, stomping while wearing her best dress, the blue garment showing off her hips.

"Oh thank god! I thought I was the only one! Listen, we should go talk with the others and-"

"I wanted to be Ichigo's first bride! I get that Orihime was his childhood friend and all but I thought we connected too!" Mashiro had been irritable as of late. With Kensei in recovery after getting dezombified, it'd fallen on Mashiro to keep Squad Nine in order, leaving her with little time to visit her future husband. She didn't blame Ichigo or the other girls, but she wanted to get her marriage done so she could spend more time with her Ichi-Berry.

"What? No! I meant the Quincies! We shouldn't be okay with Ichigo being forced to marry our enemies!"

"Why? It was the Head-Captain's idea," pointed out Mashiro.

"Yeah, while he was drunk! Look, Mashiro, think about what they did to your captain! To Shuhei!" insisted Renji.

To his utter dismay, Mashiro shook his head. "Look, Renji, everyone here is making peace with what happened. Besides, we did terrible things to the Quincies too. That's why we were at war in the first place."

Renji fought to keep himself from banging his head against the wall. "Why is everyone okay with this?!"

A hand came down on his shoulder, making him almost jump out of his suit. "The real question is: why do you?"

"Kensei! You came!" cheered Mashiro when she saw her captain.

"Yeah, had to have Mayuri run a few more tests on me before I was given the green light to leave the Seireitei," said the Squad Nine captain. Turning his attention back to Renji, the militant man crossed his arms. "Lieutenant Abarai, I get it."

"You do?"

Kensei nodded. "I don't like the idea of marrying Ichigo to Quincies either. However, it's not your decision to make. Nor is it the Head-Captain's. At the end of the day, it's Ichigo and the girls who all made the choice to say 'I do'. So do us all a favor. Calm down and coat check the attitude."

Seeing that this was an argument he was never going to win, Renji would have to concede the argument. For now. "Okay." Turning away from the Squad Nine captain and lieutenant, Renji left the room to go take a seat next to his captain.

Ichigo stood at the altar, feeling everyone's eyes on him. Beside him were his father, Chad, Uryu and Keigo acting as the groomsman. Once everyone had taken their seats, the door to the church opened.

The moment he laid eyes on his bride, every doubt and worry in his mind faded. The only thing he could focus on was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.

Uryu had gone above and beyond for Orihime's wedding dress. To everyone, especially Ichigo, she looked like an angel descending from on high. Her dress was a traditional ball gown that went up to her shoulders. Uryu had crafted the chest into a plunging corset, leading down to a skirt that went all the way to her high heels. All of it was made in romantic Chantilly lace that made her shimmer and sparkle in the sunlight. The veil that covered her face couldn't hide the happy smile as she walked down the aisle while holding a bouquet of white roses.

Beside her stood Kisuke, leading the girl towards her husband-to-be. The shopkeeper offered to give her away to Ichigo since Orihime had no family. Tatsuki, coming up from behind, quickly took her place among the bridesmaids. To everyone's amusement, Tessai was the one manning the church's pipe organ playing "Here comes the bride".

Once they reached the altar, Kisuke let Orihime stand beside Ichigo before taking his seat next to Kyoraku.

The preacher took the stage and began the ceremony. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today…"

While the holy man spoke, the two orange-haired teens looked at each other. "You are beautiful," Ichigo whispered, taking hold of her hands.

Orihime smiled back, unable to contain the joy in her eyes. Everything in their minds seemed to vanish. The other brides, the captains and their friends and family. For just a moment, all there was in the world were one boy and one girl.

Their attention was brought back into focus by the preacher. "Ichigo Kurosaki. Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife? To love for as long as you live, for better or worse, in sickness and in health."

Giving her hand a gentle squeeze, Ichigo nodded. "I do," he said confidently.

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

Tears of joy threatening to spill down her face, the orangette nodded. "I do."

Together, the two teens produced rings and slipped it on each other's ring finger. Ichigo's wedding ring was a simple golden band with Orihime's name engraved on it. Orihime's was a diamond twist wedding band made out of white gold, specifically crafted by Kisuke.

Nodding in satisfaction, the preacher shut his bible. "Then I now pronounce you man and wife. Ichigo, you may kiss your bride."

Lifting her veil, Ichigo reached out and wiped the tears from the edges of her eyes. Everyone watched with happy faces as the Substitute Soul Reaper leaned in for a kiss, cementing his marriage to the girl. Happier than she'd ever been in her life, Orihime threw her arms around her husband's neck while giving him another, deeper one. The crowd cheered and applauded while Yuzu, Rukia and Chizuru were all in tears; although Chizuru's was more from jealous anger.

Turning back to the crowd, Orihime held up the bouquet of roses and tossed it into the crowd. To everyone's amusement, they saw it land in Kenpachi's hand. Offering his wife his arm, Ichigo led her down the aisle to the doors of the church. Upon walking outside, the newly married couple found a limo waiting for them. "That must be what Dad was talking about." Holding the door open, Ichigo let Orihime climb inside before joining her in the limo.

From behind the plane of glass in the front of the limo came a voice that sounded familiar to Ichigo. "One trip to your honeymoon, coming right up! You're lucky I don't drag you back to work instead, Ichigo!"

Ichigo blinked in confusion. What?" The panel of glass lowered, letting him see who his father hired to take them to their honeymoon. "IKUMI?!"

Grinning from ear to ear, the worker tipped her hat to the married couple. "You've got a lot of explaining to do when you get back. First you shirk off your work again, and now I get told you're getting married!" Ikumi laughed before putting the limo in drive. "Young people…"

The married orange-heads looked at each other awkwardly as the limo began to move away from the church. Both of them had the exact same thought.

'Let's hope she doesn't have to drive for the other weddings, otherwise she's going to get pretty confused!"

Hours later…

The seaside cabin was the epitome of cozy. Once Ikumi had dropped them off, Ichigo picked up his wife and carried her into their honeymoon home. Inside they found not only two large wardrobes for them to change out of their wedding attire, but a small cake for them to share together; Ichigo had asked about the reception but Kisuke, Isshin and Head-Captain had all agreed that they would have one once all the girls were married. Ichigo could understand since paying for twelve receptions would have been incredibly costly.

Ichigo stepped out onto the cabin's patio, letting the sea breeze wash over him. The groom wore only an opened white shirt, black shorts and sandals. Spotting his wife standing on the white sands a short distance away, Ichigo once again felt like he was in the presence of an angel.

The cool wind blew around Orihime, her long orange hair flowing in the wind. The newly wedded girl had taken off her wedding dress and instead wore an white, transparent, opened shirt and a matching two-piece bikini underneath it. Watching the waves wash in and out of shore, Orihime reached for her hand and touched her wedding ring, feeling joy in its presence.

Her husband's arms wrapped around her and pulled her into his embrace. Leaning back into his chest, Orihime laid her head on Ichigo's shoulder, the two enjoying each other's warmth. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, his arms wrapping around waist.

"Flatterer," chuckled the bride, turning around in his arms and planting a soft kiss on his lips. "I can't believe it. We're actually married!" Orihime knew that the whole reason they got married in the first place was because of political reasons but she was the happiest she'd ever been in her life. Burying her face in his chest, Orihime hugged him, feeling his soft heartbeat.

Standing on the beach, the two were the epitome of a romantic couple. Ichigo ran a hand through her soft, orange hair and kissed her forehead. "I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too, Ichigo…"

Taking her hand, Ichigo gestured to the beach. "We are here by ourselves for the next few days. Let's enjoy ourselves."

Nodding, the two started to walk along the shoreline, enjoying their first day as husband and wife…

Later that night…

Kisuke had included a small fire pit next to the cabin. The couple were on a large blanket next to the fire pit, the wood crackling as it illuminated the night around them. Although, the married couple were doing much more than just snuggling by the fire…

"Mmmmhhh…"

With nobody around to bug them, the couple were free to take off their clothes and bare it all to the stars above them. Orihime's naked body ever felt so warm in his arms. Each soft kiss they planted on each other was followed by another. Lying on top of his wife, Ichigo ran a hand up her smooth thigh, her skin feeling hotter than the flames of the fire pit.

Orihime wished this night would never end. This felt more special than the night they first gave each other their virginities. She had Ichigo all to herself. And tonight, that was all she wanted. Her hands explored her husband's back, nails lightly digging into his skin as they continued locking lips. "Ichigo…" moaned the young wife, turning her head and feeling his lips touch her neck.

Eager to show his young wife the lover he'd become, Ichigo cupped his orangette wife's tits and gave them a gentle squeeze. Orihime let out a soft moan while her husband played with her breasts, throwing her arms above her head to let the young man do whatever he wished to her body. "Nghhh!" Her legs rubbed together as he fondled her soft melons before kissing his way down her chest.

"Mmmhhh…" Pushing his wife's tits together, Ichigo gave her hardened pink nipples a lick. Orihime gave a cute squeak when his tongue touched her tender tits, arching her back as he gently suckled her. Letting go of her tits, Ichigo let his hands go to the girl's legs, his fingers lighting a fire inside of the orangette as they worked her way up her plump thighs.

Scooting down until his face was in front of Orihime's cunt, Ichigo rubbed her pink petals with a finger, finding his wife to be already wet. "Nghhh…ahhhh…" Orihime's back arched when his finger pushed into her, her walls gripping his digit tightly. The orangette quickly became a moaning mess when the Substitute's tongue came into the picture, licking at her delicate folds before it started flicking at her clit. "Ah! Ahhhhhh!" Orihime's hands started to fondle her own chest, toying with her sensitive nipples as her loins ached from the pleasure. "I-Ichigo…I'm…I'm…oh god! Ahhhhh!"

Ichigo took his face away from her snatch and watched his wife climax. Orihime's face was something to behold as she reached orgasm, her juices soaking his hand. When her body finally released its tension and the stars stopped spinning, the orangette found herself lying on her side, Ichigo spooning her tightly. A blush spread across her face when she felt his manhood nudge her wet folds. Reaching around her curvy waist, Ichigo slipped his hand into hers and threaded their fingers together. "Ready?"

"Yes," whispered Orihime, her heart fluttering in anticipation.

With a slight thrust of his hips, husband entered wife. "Ahhh!" Orihime cried out into the night as she was claimed, pushing her back against Ichigo's until their sweaty bodies clung together. She had almost forgotten how big the young man was, her womanhood stretching around his thick girth.

The soft sounds of Ichigo's hips smacking her soft ass echoed across the empty beach, mixing in with their soft moans of pleasure. Wrapping an arm underneath her jiggling breasts, Ichigo quickened his pace, grunting into his wife's ear while enjoying the rapturous pleasure of her womanly walls clinging to him and trying to suck him back in every time he pulled out. "Orihime…you…feel…amazing…"

"Don't stop! It feels so good!" With Ichigo's warm body behind her and the crackling fire in front of her, Orihime was consumed by heat. Taking Ichigo's hand, she brought it to her breast. Ichigo got the hint and groped her breast, fingers digging into her soft boob. Already sensitive from Ichigo's fingering/licking, it didn't take her long to feel the bubble in her stomach about to pop again. "I'm…I'm coming!" Throwing her head back onto Ichigo's shoulder, Orihime let out a cry that filled the open sky as ecstasy surged through her veins. Ichigo clutched her tightly as she shivered in his arms, turning her head and silencing her moan with a sloppy kiss.

Realizing that her husband had yet to come, Orihime gestured for Ichigo to roll over onto his back, letting her lie directly on top of him. Sitting up, the orangette steadied herself on his lap. Planting her hands on his thighs, the young woman took a deep breath before she lifted herself up. She couldn't fight the groan as she felt her womanhood being emptied of manmeat before slamming herself back down.

Ichigo's breath hitched as he watched his wife's bubble butt bounce up and down on his shaft, her supple cheeks jiggling with every smack to his hips. "Don't stop," he groaned, his hands going to the woman's waist, gripping her tightly to bounce her up and down faster. "Fuck! I'm…I'm almost there…" he grunted, his mind beginning to fog up.

"Do it! Come in me!" begged the wife-turned-slut. Her body moved out her control, sweat pouring down her naked body. "Come in me, Ichigo!" She squeezed Ichigo's cock as tightly as she could, trying to milk his manhood.

Feeling the tension rise up inside him, Ichigo arched his back and began to thrust his hips to meet Orihime halfway. The slutty wife's moans grew louder from feeling her greedy hole getting slammed again and again. "Ori…hime…ahhh! Ahhh!" Closing his eyes, he felt that hot, familiar rush as his balls tightened before he let loose, giving the girl what she wanted.

Orihime let out a silent moan when hot, white spunk flooded her womanhood, her womb being pumped full of cum. Yoruichi and Rangiku had given her enough birth control though so she could go the whole honeymoon without the fear of making a baby though.

Feeling Ichigo blast her womanhood with his cum made her suffer a mini-orgasm. Orihime felt like her bones had melted, the strength sucked out of her. Falling backwards, she landed on her husband and groaned when his cock slipped out of her.

Laying her down next to him, Ichigo embraced Orihime and smiled at her panting, sweaty face, brushing a few strands of hair away while letting her cool down. When she got her wits back and her hazel eyes were clear of the haze of pleasure, the orangette cupped his cheek and smiled. "I love you, Ichigo Kurosaki."

Tracing her lips with a thumb, Ichigo leaned close. "I love you too, Orihime Kurosaki."

The married couple shared one more passionate kiss. Feeling the cold sea breeze start to come in, the pair decided it was time to head back inside. Getting up, Ichigo picked up his naked wife and carried her into the honeymoon cabin to continue things in the bedroom where they could continue consummating their marriage.

Needless to say, the next few days were among the best in Ichigo's life…

To be continued…

Omake

Preparations

Meanwhile…
Soul Society; Shihoin Manor

Rangiku and Mashiro walked up the stairs and walked down the hallway towards the bedroom of Yoruichi Shihoin. The preparations for the Flash Goddess's wedding were almost complete and they wanted to see how the woman was holding up.

Before they reached her room, the door opened and Yoruichi stepped out, holding something in her hand. "Oh hey, Yoruichi. Got the dress all ready?" Rangiku asked.

"Yeah. I love it. But I can't help but be a little jealous of Orihime's. She certainly took the spotlight," chuckled the werecat.

"Aww, don't worry. You'll have your chance!" Mashiro insisted. "Anyway, let's go get something to eat! I'm starving!"

Rangiku, however, noticed something in Yoruichi's hand. "And what's that?"

"Oh this? Just something to help prepare the bedroom when Ichigo and I share our wedding night."

"…Is that a whip?"

"…Yes."

Out of curiosity, Rangiku peeked into Yoruichi's bedroom and blushed. "Yoruichi! What did you do to your bedroom!"

"Oh, just making preparations, that's all."

"Is that a bedroom or a fuck dungeon?"

The sexually frustrated Flash Goddess simply gave a grin. "…Yes…"

END