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Warning: Lemon!
12 Brides and a Strawberry
A few days later…
Karakura Town
Another day, another wedding for the young Ichigo Kurosaki. This time he was going to be wed to the E Stern Ritter, Bambietta Basterbine. The Quincies had opted to have their weddings in a small chapel at the edge of town, not wanting to bring attention to their marriages or put pressure on Ichigo in case any of his neighbors found out he was tying the knot again.
Since this was a wedding involving the Quincies, hardly anyone from the Soul Society had shown up. The only Soul Reapers present for the ceremony was Head-Captain Kyoraku, his lieutenant Nanao, and Byakuya Kuchiki. The remaining captains had opted not to witness Bambietta getting married to Ichigo; because Lieutenant Iba never disclosed what became of Sajin Komamura, most assumed that she was the reason he was no longer among their ranks. The Soul Reaper brides were there, though that was mostly in personal support of Ichigo.
For very obvious reasons, the Arrancar brides were absent as well. Because of how she felt towards her former friend, Giselle was banned from coming to Bambietta's wedding. Like she'd told Rangiku, even if Rangiku was nice enough to extend the olive branch, she wasn't.
The brides were all assembled, sitting in the chapel's pew. Uryu, Chad and Isshin were likewise present, sitting next to Soul Reapers. Everyone was checking their watches, waiting for noon to get here so they could get the ceremony started.
In her waiting room, Bambietta sat in a huff while she waited for someone to tell her it was time. The Stern Ritter shifted around, trying hard not to do anything to her dress. Once again Uryu had outdone himself when making the Quincy's wedding dress; the girls had assumed that on some subconscious level Uryu wanted to do his best since he was making a dress for one of his own people. Her dress was given a boho design made of soft lace with long sleeves. Her hair had been braided by Riruka and Meninas into a beautiful ponytail tied with a white ribbon. In the center of the chest as the Quincy Cross boldly emblazoned on it. Sitting on the table next to her was Bambietta's veil; she'd put it on now but it kept tickling her face.
Tapping her foot impatiently, the Stern Ritter kept glancing at the clock. Every glance gave it a mental order to speed up so she could get out of the stuffy, warm room. Biting her lip, Bambietta looked around and tapped her foot faster. The butterflies in her stomach couldn't go away and she needed to do something to take her mind off of things.
But more than that, Bambietta was horny as hell.
It was impossible for her to ignore. Without the Vandenreich's expendable soldiers, the girl had nobody available to help her relieve her sexual tensions. Out of fear she'd do to Ichigo what she did to their Soldat, her friends made sure to keep Bambietta from trying to get into Ichigo's pants until they finally tied the knot. What made her frustrations grow even more was hearing Yoruichi and Orihime talk about how vigorous Ichigo was in bed, making her grow more and more irritated.
She looked back at the clock. Seeing that not even a minute had passed was the straw that broke the camel's back. Stomping her foot, the Stern Ritter got of her chair. 'That does it! I've had all I can stand and I'll stand no more!"
Hurrying over to the door, Bambietta slowly opened and poked her head out. She could hear the chatter from the main chapel down the hall but saw that the hallway itself was empty. Spotting the room where the groom was supposed to get ready, the bride hurried over to it and gently knocked.
Ichigo's voice came from the other side of the door. "Yes? Is that you, Dad?"
Bambietta threw the door open. "Nope! Guess again!"
Dressed in his tuxedo, Ichigo gasped when he saw Bambietta in the doorway. "Bambi! What are you doing here? It's not time yet!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. It's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding and all. Screw that! Pull down your pants!"
Ichigo's eyes widened and he sat there like a deer in the headlights. "…What?!"
The bride shut the door behind her and hurried over to her future husband. "Oh forget it, I'll do it myself!"
The young man was still in shock as his bride dropped down to her knees and started to unclasp his belt buckle. "Bambi?! What the hell are you doing?! We're-"
Bambietta's head jerked up and the angry look in her eyes shut Ichigo up. "No. I have had to listen to those other bitches brag about how big your dick is and how you're so good at fucking. Well, I'm not going to wait another hour before I get a piece of you."
The Quincy yanked down Ichigo's pants and saw her betrothed's manhood. Even soft, the Stern Ritter was impressed. Removing one of her white gloves, Bambietta wrapped her fingers around his shaft and quickly got to work getting Ichigo hard. "Come on! We ain't got a lot of time! Just get hard for me already!"
With Bambietta stroking him, it didn't take long for Ichigo to do as she wanted. Bambietta could feel her body start to heat up just seeing how big Ichigo was up close and personal. Licking her lips, the Quincy leaned forward. Her lips wrapped around his thick tip, giving the girl a good taste of her future husband's manhood. "Mmmh!"
"Ahh…" Ichigo sat back in his chair while Bambietta's head bobbed up and down, the girl taking him deeper and deeper into her mouth. She easily suppressed her gag reflex and took him deeper. Her body heated up as she gobbled Ichigo's cock, turned on by his musk and size. Her hand reached up to grope her breast through her wedding dress.
"B-Bambi…" Ichigo's eyes kept glancing at the door, hoping that nobody was about to open it. He gasped when Bambietta's other hand reached between his legs to massage his balls. Turning her head, Bambietta let his tip poke the inside of her cheek while she slathered his cock with her tongue.
The pressure built inside of Ichigo. The young man was so close to giving Bambietta what she wanted when the door suddenly flew open. He gasped when he saw Meninas and Riruka in the doorway.
Seeing Bambietta blowing Ichigo made Riruka blush hard. "Bambi! What are you doing? Your wedding is about to start! You're going to ruin your makeup!"
"How are you going to explain having cum all over your dress?" Meninas crossed her arms and scowled. "Save that stuff for tonight!"
Pulling her mouth away from Ichigo's cock, Bambietta wiped her lips clean. "Fine. I guess I got a good taste of what you girls were bragging about." Putting her gloves back on, Bambietta got up and promptly walked out of the room. "I'll see you in a bit, Ichigo1"
The two girls looked at the Stern Ritter as she walked away before turning back to Ichigo. "Don't worry, we'll make sure she takes some mouth wash before things start. You'd better zip up for safety, Ichigo. The wedding is about to start," Meninas chastised before closing the door, Riruka's face still burning.
Groaning in frustration, Ichigo facepalmed. "Great, what am I supposed to do about this?!" he whined, looking down at his still-hard cock. He awkwardly put his manhood back into his pants and zipped them up. "Geez. What a way to start a wedding…"
Meanwhile…
Sitting away from everyone, Rukia looked at the clock nervously as she waited for them to the show on the road. She kept glancing at the front door to the chapel, expecting Renji to burst in angrily to object to the wedding. In her hand was the invitation to Ichigo's Quincy wedding, courtesy of Bambietta herself.
She avoided her brother's gaze. If Byakuya pressed her about Renji, she didn't have the heart to lie to him. Just the thought of Renji was making her squirm in her seat. Things had not gone well for the couple since the night of Ichigo's wedding to Yoruichi. She was worried that he would get angry at her being there for their friend's wedding to a Quincy but things didn't turn out like she thought.
Rukia was busy putting on her dress. Renji sat on the edge of the bed, his back to his girlfriend. "I'm going with Byakuya to Ichigo's wedding. He said it would be best if more than just him and the Head-Captain are present," she lied.
Whether Renji saw through the lie or not, she couldn't tell. All the lieutenant said was one word. "Bye." There wasn't even any venom to his voice, which made Rukia feel worse.
Slipping on her dress, Rukia walked around the bed and kissed Renji's cheek. "I love you," she said, mentally pleading for Renji to say it back.
But he didn't. Renji remained silent as he stared forward, his face unreadable. Silently Rukia walked away, trying hard not to cry.
Rukia did her best to push Renji out of her mind. She knew that she'd need to confront the problem between them soon before things escalated even more. But for right now, what mattered was Ichigo.
She sat quietly in a white dress, tailored to be similar to her Bankai's dress, as she watched Ichigo emerge a side room. His father hugged him and he stood patiently next to Chad and the preacher. Rukia thought it was funny that Liltotto had volunteered to be the pastor for the wedding, the small Stern Ritter wearing a suit as opposed to her normal Quincy outfit.
The audience was not kept waiting long. The door to the chapel opened and everyone turned to see the bride emerge.
Hanging onto the arm of Askin Nak La Vaar, Bambietta seemed nervous as she was led down the aisle. Her usual confident demeanor seemed to fade as the reality of her wedding started to sink in.
Askin saw the nervous look on Bambietta's face and couldn't help but let out a low chuckle. "Well now, this is certainly a first. It's rare to see you so quiet."
"Shut it," hissed Bambietta as they passed by the guests.
"Hmm…correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't Meni once joke how I'd lead you down the aisle?" teased the D Stern Ritter. "You said it'd be a cold day in hell before you ever got hitched."
The E Stern Ritter felt her face grow hot. "Compared to the hell of being a zombie. I'll take getting hitched."
"A fair point. Still, look at us. Two dead Quincies brought back to life by our enemy and now I get to lead you down the aisle." Askin tilted his head towards Bambietta and smiled as he looked at Ichigo. "He's a good man."
"I know…"
The Quincies reached the end, Askin handing Bambietta off to Ichigo before taking a seat next to Kisuke.
The preacher started to ceremony. Liltotto recited the lines she memorized for her part, looking comical as she stood between the two taller people. She went with the same speech that the preacher had used during Orihime's wedding. Ichigo repeated the same vows he gave to Orihime, holding Bambietta's hands. He revealed a silver ring with a diamond cut into the shape of a Quincy Cross, the letter E carved onto the side. After slipping it onto her finger, he rolled up his right sleeve and offered his arm to the Quincy.
Bambietta held up a finger, its tip glowing with Reishi. Pressing it against Ichigo's arm, the woman etched a ring symbolizing their matrimony onto his skin. By the time she was finished, Ichigo was sporting a blue ring on his arm, his marriage to Bambietta complete.
"If there are any who would object to these two entering holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your piece."
A tense silence filled the chapel. Once again Rukia's eyes turned to the door. Her heart was loud in her ears as she waited, expecting Renji to burst in, Bankai activated, any second.
But to everyone's relief, there was no redhead lieutenant to ruin the ceremony. After the moment had passed, Liltotto brought everyone's attention back to her. "Then by the power invested in me, I pronounce you man and wife, Ichigo and Bambietta Kurosaki. Ichigo, you may kiss the bride."
Ichigo leaned forward and gently kissed Bambietta. Despite her trepidation and earlier bravado, Bambietta melted into the kiss, wrapping her arms around Ichigo as she deepened their first kiss as a married couple.
Breaking the kiss, Bambietta took her bouquet and hurled it towards their audience. A slight chuckle came from Yoruichi and Kisuke when it landed on Askin's lap. "Well now, lucky me." Askin looked over at Liltotto. "Unfortunately Yoruichi's already taken. I guess that just leaves you and me."
"No. It just leaves you."
"Spoil sport."
The wedding reception was just as quick as the wedding. Meninas couldn't stop gushing over Bambietta's dress. Ichigo stood next to his father and Chad, speaking to Kyoraku for a moment. Rukia watched them from a distance, nervously standing alone from the crowd. "Maybe I should talk to him. I could ask him to sit down with me, Byakuya and Renji once he gets back from his honeymoon…"
Setting down her drink, Rukia started to make her way over to Ichigo, only to feel a hand on her arm, stopping her. Whirling around, Rukia saw that it was Rangiku, wearing her best pink dress. "Going somewhere?"
Rukia started to sweat. She remembered her conversation with Rangiku and Orihime and how she started to spiral out of control. "I was…just going to congratulate Ichigo."
"You and I both know that's a lie." Pulling Rukia away from the party, Rangiku led her friend towards the chapel's side room. Grabbing two chairs, she sat down in one and pointed for Rukia to sit in the other. "Rukia, you have a problem."
The lieutenant didn't answer back, knowing that it was true. "I know. I don't know what to do about Renji."
Sitting back in her chair, Rangiku took a deep breath. She didn't want to have this conversation but better now than later. "I don't know what's going on in Renji's head. But it looks like he's pushing himself away from both you and Ichigo." Again, Rukia's silence affirmed Rangiku's statement. Rangiku continued, "Rukia. You aren't a child. Nor are you that helpless little girl anymore. You can make your own decisions and handle the consequences as they come."
"What are you saying?"
Rangiku's blue eyes stared down Rukia in a steely gaze. "I'm saying that it's time you decided on your feelings and stop trying to tap dance around trying to appease everyone. If you want to be with Renji, then be with Renji. If your feelings for Ichigo are getting in the way, then you need to speak to Renji and Byakuya and accept whatever the consequences as they are."
Rukia's face turned red as she processed Rangiku's words. She wanted to shout at her, to deny the woman's words and insist that Renji was the man she loved. And yet…
"I love you."
"…"
Rangiku's hard expression softened and she stared down at the floor. "I'm sorry. I know that you have been going through a lot. But I'm your friend. And sometimes…friends have to push."
Taking deep breaths to keep herself calm, Rukia nodded. "No. You're right. I keep hoping that things will get better between me and Renji. I don't know why he's so angry at Ichigo. But you're right."
Standing up, the two women hugged for a long minute, Rangiku patting Rukia's head while cushioning her on her bosom. Rukia let her tears fall as her friend held her. "There, there…"
Drying her eyes, Rukia pulled away. "Okay, can you go apologize to my brother and Ichigo for me? I need to return to the Seireitei."
"Of course. Just remember, we're here when you need us."
Quietly, the two lieutenants left the room. Rukia swiftly exited the chapel to return to the Soul Society while Rangiku returned to the reception. After a few more minutes of speaking to their guests, the happy couple left in a limousine driven by Kisuke.
As they watched the car drive away, the Quincies all stood together. Liltotto took a bite out of her piece of wedding cake. "So how bad do you think it's going to be?"
Askin scratched the back of his head. "Honestly, knowing Bambi she'll probably come unglued now that she has a man to sink her claws into after all this time."
"Think Ichigo will be okay?" asked a worried Meninas.
"Better him than me," said Askin. He turned to Yoruichi as the werecat walked up to him. "You sure it was wise to give Bambi to Ichigo? A lot of men came into her room back in the Vandenreich. None of them ever came out."
"At least, not in one piece," added Liltotto in between bites. "She made a mess everywhere. The cleaners were always pissed when we had to call them in."
Yoruichi, dressed in one of her best white dresses, simply gave the Stern Ritters a reassuring smile. "I think he'll be fine. Ichigo's a tough boy. Believe me. If he can survive my wedding night, he'll survive hers." Seeing the worried looks on the Quincies faces, however, put a dent in her confidence. "Was it really that bad?"
"Yep," said all four Quincies at once.
"Oh…I'm sure he'll be fine though…maybe…"
An hour later…
Beach House
"Mmmmmmmh!"
The married couple had barely entered the honeymoon cottage before Bambietta had Ichigo pinned against the wall, ripping off his wedding tux. She made short work stripping out of her wedding dress, tossing it to the floor and revealing her lace white bra and panties.
The Quincy pressed herself against her husband, her hands peeling away his layers until he was in his birthday suit. She didn't care if she damaged his clothes as she tore them off, she could always just ask Orihime to repair them.
"B-Bambi-"
The newly married Bambietta silenced her husband with another sloppy kiss. "No words," she said as she pulled away. "I have waited too long to feel a guy inside me. I ain't Meni or Riruka. I don't want to make love, Ichigo. I want you to fuck me hard." She took his hands and brought them to her ass. "I want me to show me your wild side."
"Wild side?"
Reaching behind her, the horny Stern Ritter ripped off her bra and panties, tossing her ruined underwear to the floor. "The girls didn't tell you? I like it rough. Real rough."
Ichigo understood the reality of what Kisuke had landed him in when he brought Bambietta back from the dead: he was now married to a hardcore sadomasochist.
Once again Bambietta pounced onto her husband. She leapt onto him like a panther attacking her prey. Ichigo's hands cupped the Quincy's soft ass, the young man bouncing off the wall and leading them to tumble to the floor. The pair rolled around, vying for dominance as they made out, Bambietta constantly grinding against her husband and getting him aroused. Soon enough, Ichigo was nice and hard, his cock rubbing against his wife's thighs.
The slutty Quincy ran her nails along his back, scratching him to the point where Ichigo's Blut Vene activated by sheer instinct. Grunting into her lips from the pain, Ichigo grabbed her wrists and held them above her head. Thinking he was giving her what he wanted, he gave her a light slap to the face but that only caused Bambietta to roll her eyes. "Come on, Ichigo! I ain't Halibel! Stop being so damn afraid of breaking one of us! Stop being a pussy and make me your bitch!"
Ichigo slapped her again, this time a little harder, but it only made Bambietta laugh at him. "Come on, Ichigo, I want to feel it! Like this!" Leaning up, Bambietta bit down on Ichigo's shoulder, hard enough that she actually bit through his Blut Vene to draw blood.
"Yow!" Bambietta's biting lit something in Ichigo, who threw his chivalry to the wind. He'd been so used to making love to Orihime, Yoruichi and his other brides that he never realized one of them could be this kinky. "Fine! If that's the way you want it!"
"Gck!"
Ichigo's hands wrapped around Bambietta's throat. Spreading her legs, Ichigo slammed his manhood into his wife's wet pussy. Bambietta's lips formed a lewd smile as her husband started to fuck her while he choked her out. "Ngh! Yes! Fuck yes!"
Grunting hard, the Substitute moved his hips fast, utterly prepared to fuck his Quincy wife through the floor. Keeping a tight grip around Bambietta's throat, the young man pumped in and out of the masochist. He tried to soften his grip to make sure he didn't strangle Bambietta but the heated look in her eyes as he did so told him to keep it strong.
Being choked out while Ichigo plowed her into the floor was the quickest way for Bambietta to find climax. Ichigo watched as her smile turned into a slutty grin, eyes rolling into the back of her head while she tightened around him, squirting around the cock plugging her up.
Feeling her grow tighter around him, Ichigo pulled out and let go of her throat. As soon as Bambietta took a deep breath of air, he responded with a harsh slap to the face, making her cheek turn red from the strike. "Now that's more like it!"
'Oh crap! Just how kinky is this chick?!'
Meanwhile…
Soul Society
Rukia nervously headed back to her quarters to change out of her dress, putting her Shihakusho back on. Mentally preparing herself, the lieutenant walked towards Squad Six. However, she only walked part of the way there when she saw the man she was looking for. "Renji!"
But Rukia's call fell on deaf ears. With a dark expression on his face, Renji simply passed her by, ignoring his girlfriend as he stomped past her. "Renji, what's wrong?"
Again Renji refused to answer, leaving Rukia standing in the road alone, feeling like she'd lost the battle before it even begun. "What the hell happened while I was gone?"
Hours ago…
Squad One; Head-Captain's Office
It was forbidden for anyone to enter the office of the Head-Captain without permission from the man himself or one of his seated officers but Renji didn't care. He would risk the consequences so long as he put a stop to this.
After stewing in his own rage, the redhead decided that there was one way he could annul Ichigo's weddings. "Sorry, Ichigo. But you clearly have gone off the deep end and only thinking with your dick. And the Head-Captain has clearly lost his damn mind to actually let this happen."
His hand instinctively went to his chest where Uryu shot him. No, he would never forgive the Quincy, even if he was playing double agent. He wouldn't forgive any of the Stern Ritters. One thought of Izuru, Komamura, Rangiku and the previous Head-Captain was enough to remind Renji of his hatred of them. And the idea of Aizen's subordinates getting off the hook by marrying Ichigo equally rankled him.
However, Renji had a plan. If Kyoraku wouldn't put a stop to this, then he'd just go over his head.
In the back of the Head-Captain's office was a small room that Nanao told him about. Slipping inside, Renji locked the door and turned on the light. The room had a large screen embedded in the wall, similar to the one Rangiku and Toshiro set up in Orihime's apartment. Turning it on, Renji fiddled about with the settings before he found the right setting to send a signal. He stood in front of the flashing screen, waiting impatiently for the other end of the line to pick up. Thankfully, he wasn't kept waiting long.
"Well hello there, Renji!" said the grinning face of Ichibei Hyosube, leader of Squad Zero. "What's the occasion? It's not often for someone to call the Royal Palace."
Renji ignored how chill the bald monk was and bowed. "Forgive me, Osho, but I needed to speak to you about something important. I need your help."
But the man staring at him was already one step ahead of him. "You wish for me to command Shunsui to forbid Ichigo Kurosaki from marrying the Arrancars, the Quincies and the Fullbringer?"
Though he was a little shocked, Renji was glad he didn't have to beat around the bush. "Yes. It's wrong to force Ichigo to marry our enemy for a deal that Kyoraku made without his knowing. I have no qualms with him marrying Orihime or Yoruichi, Rangiku and Mashiro. But I cannot stand for our enemies marrying Ichigo after all they've done."
Scratching his beard, Ichibei stared at Renji for a long moment in silence. "I have no reason to object to Shunsui's decisions. Nor do I have any reason to deny Ichigo the choice to marry who he wants." His expression hardened as he continued. "The point is moot regardless. It is not part of my responsibilities to meddle in the affairs of the Head-Captain or his subordinates."
Renji's face soon matched the color of his hair, his anger betraying him. "But Osho! You can't be serious! You're the head of Squad Zero! Surely you have the authority!"
"It is true that the Royal Guard's authority does supersede the Thirteen Court Guard Squads. However, it is the duty of the Royal Guard to restrain their activities and decisions to only those that affect the Soul King and the security of the palace. We do not interfere in the Seireitei's activities."
"Osho! How can you let this happen! Yhwach killed the Soul King! They killed the Royal Guard! After everything they've done, you're okay with them just going off into the sunset with Ichigo?!"
Ichibei raised an eyebrow, as if he wanted to correct Renji statement but decided to keep quiet about it. "Yes, the Soul King was slain by a Quincy. But he was eventually avenged. The Vandenreich are just as much victims of Yhwach as the Soul Reapers. I personally watched as he snuffed the life out of his own subordinates just to feed him power. How the new Head-Captain chooses to make peace with them is his prerogative. And more to the point, Renji, you are irrelevant to this whole argument."
Gritting his teeth, Renji stared angrily at the bald man. "What?!"
"This has nothing to do with you. Ichigo is the one who ultimately has to make the decision whether to offer himself for the peace of the three worlds. You are simply allowing your own jealousy to cloud your judgement. Your envy will be your undoing. Go now and reflect on your actions."
"But-"
"I have spoken, Renji Abarai. Do not contact me again."
The screen cut to black as Ichibei killed the feed on his end. Renji stood there, shaking with impotent rage. Roaring in frustration, he punched the console. Sparks shot out of the damaged computer before the redhead unlocked the door and stomped out of room, quickly making his way out of the Squad One barracks.
So angry was Renji that he didn't even notice Rukia as he passed her by, ignoring her completely as he started towards Squad Twelve. He needed to speak to Akon about taking a trip to Hueco Mundo.
'Fine then! I guess if Ichigo can have his own harem, then so can I!'
Meanwhile…
Beach House
Things had not slowed down for Ichigo and Bambietta who were still consummating their marriage. The couple took their rough fucking to the bedroom, where they were doing their best to try and break Kisuke's reinforced bed.
"Ah! Yes! Fuck me, you stud! Ah! Ah! Ah!"
The orange-haired teen was busy pounding the Quincy from behind. His chest and back now sported a collection of bite marks and nail scratches. Bambietta's ass was now painted red with stinging handprints. One hand gripped Bambietta's dark brown hair, yanking it back until Bambietta's back was forced into a painful arch, her breasts bouncing like water balloons. With his free hand, he continuously struck her ass, her booty stinging with pain. With every hit to her ass, Bambietta would instinctively tighten around him, pushing him further and further towards his climax.
Bambietta let out another lewd cry of pleasure when Ichigo shoved his thumb up her asshole, her body tensing up. "Fuck! You're…gonna make me…I'm cumming! Fuck! Fuck!"
Ichigo let go of her hair to grab at her bouncing tit, giving it a painful squeeze to earn yet another moan out of the Quincy masochist, making her orgasm last longer.
With her cunt tightening around him, the weary, abused Ichigo threw his head back. "Ah! Ahh!" Bambietta felt the hard cock inside of her twitch as it pushed against the back of her pussy. Then a hot wetness filled her lower half, making the Stern Ritter groan as her body went limp, exhaustion finally taking hold of her.
Ichigo fell forward on top of his wife, the two of them falling onto the bed. His arms instinctively wrapped around the woman's waist, his face buried in her dark hair. Sweat dripped down their weary bodies, the pair panting for breath while Ichigo was still balls deep inside of his wife's pussy.
Silence filled the small bedroom for a few minutes. Finally, Bambietta broke the ice. "Get. Off."
Pulling out, Ichigo rolled off his Quincy wife and laid down on his back. "Sorry…"
"You're heavy," groaned Bambietta before she rolled over, lying next to Ichigo on her side. "That was pretty good. I'm glad I got you to stop acting so sheepish."
"I'm glad…you're glad…" Ichigo said, still taking deep breaths as his steaming hot body began the slow process of cooling down. "Are you…okay?" He'd been meaning to sit down and talk to his third wife but Bambietta had given him no time for any form of dialogue before she pounced on him.
"I'm…okay. I ain't good. I ain't terrible. I'm okay," confessed Bambietta. Rolling onto her back, the Stern Ritter stared up at the ceiling. "I'm not exactly sure how I feel. But…this is better than being dead or Gigi's zombie." She turned her head and gave him an accusing stare. "You better not break into some speech about forgiveness. I'm not Orihime or Riruka. I'm not so kind."
"No. I understand that there are some things that cannot be forgiven nor should they be forgiven. I might be your husband now, but I will never push you to do something you don't want to do."
Bambietta closed her eyes. Reaching down, she grabbed Ichigo's hand and squeezed it. "Thank you. I never had a choice in any of this. But…if nothing else, being married to you is…not so bad."
"I hope one day I can make it seem better than not so bad." Reaching up, Ichigo caressed her soft cheek before closing the gap between them to share a kiss, this one sweeter and softer than their lewd tongue-mangling from earlier.
The tender moment ended when Bambietta broke the kiss and reach down to stroke Ichigo's cock. "Okay, that's enough lovey-dovey crap. Now I want you in my ass."
"Erm…okay but…I don't think we have any lube."
Bambietta simply raised an eyebrow. "So?"
Ichigo gulped. 'I hope I survive my honeymoon to get to my next one…'
To be continued…
Omake
Missed Opportunity
Back in the Royal Palace…
As Ichibei turned off the communication device, his ears picked up the sound of footsteps behind him. "Looks like things might get a bit hairy for those boys."
A calm, soft voice spoke up from behind. "What a waste. Giving that boy to those girls, I mean."
The bald monk turned to see Senjumaru walking, or more like gliding, towards him. "I suppose you would have offered your hand?"
"If that little boy, Shunsui, had asked me ahead of time, I would have gladly offered. Ichigo is quite the fetching young man. And it's been so long since I had a new toy to play with."
Ichibei laughed. "Suddenly I fell Ichigo may have dodged a bullet. But that does explain the dress!"
Pursing her lips, Senjumaru revealed a gorgeous white wedding dress from her person. "I made this just for the occasion too. What a waste of an opportunity."
Turning away, Ichibei merely chuckled. Ichigo may think he has it rough with the Stern Ritters and Arrancars as his women. But as the saying goes, it could always be worse.
And with Senjumaru as his wife, he most certainly would be a shell of a man by the time the honeymoon was over…
END