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RAP!RAP!RAP!
It was a nice sleep that was interrupted by the fist thwapping into his windowpane. He was still sore. Inoue’s healing did a lot for his wounds, but against enemies of Yhwach’s power had a lingering effect that she couldn’t entirely erase in one sitting. And with all the injured in Soul Society, he didn’t want to take up all her time. All he needed after his open wounds were closed was just some R and R.
Which was not what he was getting as someone acted like they were trying to break his window.
Sitting up quickly and throwing the window open before it could shatter, he screamed into the night, “What is it, moron?!” He instantly regretted the outburst when he found himself facing a woman squatting on the windowsill. His face faltered, recognizing the displeasure on hers.
“You should act a bit smarter than that, Kurosaki Ichigo.” It was Franceska Mila Rose, but with his limited introduction to her, Ichigo knew her only as the burliest of the Tres Bestia that little Nel had warned him about. And admittedly, while the smallest one certainly seemed to have the biggest bark, the woman now climbing in presumptuously through his opened window perhaps scared him the most out of the three. She had a fearsome frame, tall and strongly built with pronounced, bulging muscles that almost distracted from her great big breasts restrained poorly in a skimpy top that revealed more skin than it supported.
Ichigo scrambled aside when a strong leg moved into his room, her striding heedlessly into his room, hopping off the bed to the floor with a small “Hup” and a louder thump! She placed her fists upon her hips as she looked around, appraising the room as if deciding if it was worthy of her presence. She didn’t even give him a second thought as she began roaming, her great sword clanking softly at her side, steering this way and that by her hand on its pommel, peeking into corners and taking small interest in his things.
“Hey,” Ichigo called out to her crossly, though he owed it to her for his initial reaction – which was entirely justified with her abhorrent banging – to show her restraint and respect. But her sauntering around like she owned the place, even switching on his desk lamp which stung his dark-accustomed eyes. He winced, squinting against it as she flicked the light on and off… and then broke the bulb with some incessant tapping to figure it out; Las Noches was all reiatsu and torchlight, after all, and Szayelaporro’s wares of otherworld knickknacks had been pilfered by the deranged scientist of Soul Society. He couldn’t just let that slide, or else she might destroy something more substantial! “Hey!”
He at least got her to look at him, disinterested as her eyes may have been.
“What are you doing here?! Don’t touch that! Dammit, you’ll break it!”
Mila Rose snorted, thinking that there was nothing wrong with her finger hooking through his wire shelf and tugging violently at it. It hardly weighed anything at all. What use could such a weak thing be? She hefted it as she raised to her full height and let it drop. The noise it made as it dropped was the loudest of the night – so far – and made Ichigo whine and complain.
“You sure are loud,” Mila Rose observed, staring down at him as he checked the contents of the stack.
He shot her a glare, grumbling back, “That’s my line. Jeez.” He turned over, sitting outright on his bed now with his legs crossed, his hands on his knees and elbows jutting angularly. His jaw was clenched and his eyebrows furrowed, but such a look of indignation wouldn’t work on someone like her; not that he was trying to intimidate her. “Now can you just tell me what you’re doing here? You’re one of Halibel’s subordinates, aren’t you?”
“Speak with more respect when addressing Halibel-sama,” she warned with a tighter grip on her sword. She paused. He just stared, not at all convinced by her advice, just showing reprehension for her unannounced visit. Even if Halibel-sama could not attend personally, he should consider it an honor to be contacted by her most loyal guard. Would he have preferred a classless mountain monkey jabbering about his room, or to be needled with sarcasm and grief from a slithering serpent? Mila Rose came with dignity – according to herself – and he should be glad for it.
So she stood on ceremony now, now that the room of a human male had already bored her. She straightened her back, which pronounced her bust; Ichigo did well not to distinctly notice. “I’m here to extend retribution for Halibel-sama.”
Ichigo tensed. “R-Retribution?”
“That’s right.” She seemed to be growing more impatient with him, not that the conversation was running long. “For saving Halibel-sama,” she preemptively proclaimed when she saw the confusion on his face.
His confusion only mounted. It could be said that he saved everyone – his goal, though he wasn’t the type to boast it – but specifically, he recalled Nelliel being the one to recover the empress of Las Noches. But even so, that didn’t warrant retribution! Unless she was a bitter servant who planned to usurp Halibel, but Ichigo believed that the fracción, the Tres Bestia, were much too loyal. Retribution?
“What are you coming for retribution for?” he asked suspiciously, eyeing the Shinigami badge dangling from his bedpost.
Mila Rose snorted loudly like she was offended. “Retribution!” she said louder like it would make it make sense. “Isn’t that what you do when someone does something for you?!”
“You don’t take retribution when someone does something for you,” he snapped back with equal energy, gradually realizing that she was just misspeaking. “You just show gratitude.”
“Don’t talk back,” barked the Amazonian. “I’m here for payback!”
Payback now. Ichigo clenched his teeth, rolling his eyes. His sleep was so restful, too.
“You don’t have to pay me back,” he said, struggling to even out his tone. He at least relaxed a bit, stretching out a leg and bending the other to lean his arm over. He gave her a tired, sidelong glance. “I don’t even know how you got here, but you can just head back to Hueco Mundo and tell Halibel not to…”
He was grabbed by his shirtfront and yanked up, nose to nose with the angry Arrancar. “Who do you think you are, trying to decline the generous extension of Halibel-sama?!”
Ichigo pulled his head back as far as he was able. She might have been all fine and well screaming into his face, but he preferred more personal space than the scant inch she had drawn him into. His best recourse was simply to acknowledge and indulge her, or the commotion would surely rise and bring the full attention of the house to his room; that meant Yuzu and the old man pressing their ear to the door and making assumptions that would niggle him for days on end. Swallowing his pride, he answered curtly, “You’re right. Sorry. My mistake.”
And it was something Mila Rose was not used to; the willing submission of the one she was arguing with. Apache and Sung-Sun were stubborn and would argue to the bitter end or until some mindless clod interrupted their bickering to take the full force of their combined hatred. It provided her a very satisfying power trip. She gave a pleasured shiver, but restrained it just enough to seem calm and cool as her scowl switched to a smile. “Very good,” she said, actually patting Ichigo’s head – which annoyed him enough to give a very Apache-like frown.
But onto business; pleasure could wait, and she wanted to be done with this visit. “Now,” she announced, pulling… hurling Ichigo off the bed behind her to continue making an unwarranted racket and a mess of Ichigo’s night. He unwound on the floor – His reflexes were dull after the rude awakening, and his joints hurt a bit from the unhealed exertions of the final battle – and assumed an aggressive stance. Maybe he couldn’t do much against the hierro of an Arrancar in his human body, but dammit, he wasn’t going to let her…!
She moved deftly and strong, clutching his shirtfront and switching their positions. His bed creaked and skidded on the floorboards from his hurled weight. He hardly had sat up, giving an exclamation but not having the time to lodge a complaint toward her continuous brutality when she sat herself between his knees. He gulped, his face blanching though his insides roiled hot as she pulled up the hem of his shirt – a haughty smirk to the definition of his abs – and splayed her free hand at the base of his rigid erection.
“H-Hold on! What are you…?”
“What do you think I’m doing, stupid?” she growled up at him, yanking down his pajama pants and revealing the formed erection underneath with proud standing that she had to gawk for a moment in appreciation and respect. “This is on behalf of Halibel-sama’s payback,” she redeclared, though with less bravado than before. Unceremoniously, she spat a wad on the cock and applied it all over to make him nice and slick. And then she rose to her full height.
Ichigo took a good look at her beauty; her savage, intimidating beauty. She still had the skirt on. No sense in pretense anymore; he was a deviant for the rest of the night, he decided. He wanted to see her pussy and mustered the courage to move aside the drapes and look; it made Mila Rose grandstand proudly, jutting her pelvis forward with a hand leisured on her waist, the other hanging loosely behind her, hidden in her cloak. “So you like what you see,” she declared as Ichigo inquisitively pulled at her labia with her thumb to watch her petals separate, her glossy pink exposed from between the dark flesh. “Don’t worry, Kurosaki”—She presumptuously climbed on him, straddling his waist with her heavy knees bending the mattress beneath them—“you’ll get your fill.” She solidified this announcement by yanking off her bra with a yielding snap of fabric, her tits jostling in exposure and making his mouth water as they shoved up against him.
The sitting position? Ichigo gulped. He’d seen them in the doujins that had started to pop up with the popularity of phones with internet access, and he couldn’t help viewing them himself. Mila Rose fiddled underneath her segregated skirt, handling his cock with surprising gentleness, wiping him through the folds of her pussy to gather the familiar moisture of her arousal. And then he recognized the tight but yielding passage into her. He put his hands on her hips, intuitive in guiding her downward.
She did not react explosively as her pussy steadily swallowed him up. She rolled her shoulders, her head falling back with a long, satisfied moan, her bushy hair tumbling down to the small of her back over her cape. Ichigo could not see the insertion, but he could watch her hips slowly descending and feel the length of him pressing through the soaked channel. Deeper and deeper and slower and slower. He was filling her out probably more than she was used to, being rarely the one to submit to Apache when the petite loudmouth insisted on donning the male harness for once. He made it to the spot where Orihime couldn’t take any more and begged for lenience, yet Mila Rose crammed him harder against it, almost intending to make him pierce through and break her.
“Haa~” she breathed out loudly, her head coming forward again. At once, she was leering at him; he could only gawp back, silent but for twitching utterances of pleasure. “You don’t need to worry about her tonight,” she purred at him, caressing his face, tracing a finger across his throat as he swallowed, knowing that he consummated with the princesa.
Solemnly, slightly, he nodded.
“Haa~” she breathed again, this time with wicked mirth, her teeth separating to show the full rows in her mouth and her tongue. And then she began to rock, grinding her hips and gyrating them, stretching herself out and accommodating to his length and the depths to which she could accept him. She had tolerance for him banging up against her womb, but she wasn’t going to rupture her cervix. So she began to rut him, hands lashed around his body to anchor herself, though his hands were strong enough to keep her planted.
It wasn’t long before the room filled with the sounds of sex; not just their overlapping moans, but the sound of his bed jolting and swaying rhythmically, the subtle bang of it knocking against his drawers and furniture, and most important, the sound of wet flesh colliding over and over.
Ichigo was swiftly losing his inhibitions. His hands could not stay idle, simply holding her waist when she had already found strong purchase. He began to explore her body, moving to her rump to help hoist her on his lap, and his mouth – with some initial insistence on Mila Rose’s part – went onto her left breast and began suckling. She bit her bottom lip and watched him with delight. He could not say he did not like reaping the retribution now.
Though it may not have been enough.
Human he might have been, but he was diligently trained and had muscle mass enough to easily pick her up and reverse them onto the bed in a more standard missionary position. A bit boring for Mila Rose’s tastes, but she did not complain, particularly when Ichigo caught her knee in the crook of his elbow and heaved it up to help his cock reach deeper into her. She laughed in ecstasy, encouraging him – “That’s it!” – and pulling at his shirt until her impatience and frustration made her rip it in two halves so that she could sink her teeth into the flesh of his nape and chest.
“Damn!” he hissed, his bucking becoming more passionate. The tongue salving wherever she bit him only heightened his senses as he buried his face in her thick hair.
“That’s it,” she wheezed over and over, twitching and turning at a few instances with a “Right there!” She came at one point, though not as wetly as before. She just seized up – He could feel her clamping and impeding his ardent thrusts – and tore at his back with her fingernails – very little broken skin, thankfully – and relaxed only for an instant afterwards before telling him to keep going.
At some point in the frenzy – and neither could say which of them had done it – she was flipped onto her front, now taking Ichigo from behind while she lay flat on her stomach. She pulled her leg up, keeping that position to best maintain his long thrusts, and looked back at him with a vivaciously lewd smile. And he gazed back with a smirk of his own, fully committed to her right now.
He pressed hard on the small of her back, knowing she could take it. He had tossed her cape aside, and she had removed it entirely from around her neck, giving Ichigo free reign to touch and see wherever he wished. Her skin was remarkably smooth, even under the sheen of sweat; he enjoyed touching her. He couldn’t help himself. He threw himself forward and kissed her right on that predatory smirk; she kissed back and introduced his mouth to her tongue. They moaned rather passionately in that kiss, though it was hardly romantic when the spit began to ooze between them. He broke back and watched her lick up the spit around her mouth with delight. He couldn’t resist another kiss.
And he could not resist the horns either. He wished he was bolder when she was sucking his cock; he would have used them as handlebars. But he could still grab and yank them, and he found that she liked it whenever he did. “Yes~!” she drawled when he first grabbed them and yanked her head back, exposing her throat. “Fuck me, Kurosaki!” Doggy style was best for that; she knew it and climbed to her hands and knees, letting her tits swing violently beneath her as her head was held back by the horns. It impeded Ichigo’s thrusting momentum, but the barbaric possession of her more than made up for it.
However, when they began to slow – Ichigo showing obvious signs of fatigue – she was halfway on her side, leaning into her pillows with her hips turned so her legs were only on one side of his. She’d climaxed enough, the several added wet spots on his bed a testament to his accomplishment. To go longer, he would have grabbed his badge and shown her a real act of retribution for all her audacity.
“Are you going to cum now?” she asked, her breath bated, steadily rocking, her breasts rotating smoothly by his even, deep thrusts. “I want it all over me. Or… are you going to cum inside?”
Ichigo was ejaculating before she even finished. He did spring inside her, a fateful rush of seed making it into her womb. But in honesty, he wanted to see her dark complexion dashed with his cum. He pulled out so swiftly that she cooed, and then the streamers began flying. Even more than when he dowsed Orihime, he spent himself over the muscular Arrancar. She reveled in it, chortling happily as the male essence rained down on her, sliding across her breasts and through her Hollow hole and traveled the defined grooves of her stomach in diversifying rivulets while the final bursts designed her pelvis with messy blotches.
Ichigo jerked, his fist tightening on his cock when she lent a hand, stroking him rapidly as if that would wring out the last droplets rather than just torture him with overstimulation. He nearly fell over her, but with great effort, he dropped instead at her side, making the bed shudder and her breasts jiggle. As a human, he was exhausted.
She, as an Arrancar, was already recovered, now propped up on her elbows and taking estimation of her semen-soaked body. And insides, she realized when she felt a runny warm leaving her raw gash. She hiked up a knee and pushed aside her skirt. Yup, he had enough even to spare inside of her. Truly an impressive specimen.
Maybe he was worthy of…
She disregarded the thought as she looked at him, winded and nearly asleep already on her cape. Tch! If he thought she owed him bedding as well…! “Give me that!” She yanked it out from under him with a violent tug; he exclaimed as he rolled over from it, but she ignored him and latched it around her throat again. Bra next; she didn’t mind that it was saturated with his plentiful cum. It was the feeling of warmth running out of her and down the insides of her thighs that was peculiar, having not been penetrated by a male before, much less experiencing an ejaculation inside. The warm poured slowly down her front, cooling quickly as the trails roamed. It highlighted at her stomach, where the paths converged and separated around the knotted muscles, but she rid herself of that with a pass of her hand. The substance clung stubbornly even when she wiped it on her cloak – after holding it up to her face for catlike curiosity, looking and sniffing at it – and she hoped nothing troubled her before she could wash at home; she would hate to saturate the handle of her sword with this pungent fluid.
“Well, that takes care of that,” she said aloofly, returning to her usual poise of power and arrogance. She felt supreme when the conqueror of the Quincy King was humbled, lying before her and speechless, though taking notice that his cock was not yet subdued, she granted some clemency to his prowess. He was definitely intriguing.
But without much else to say, she stomped onto the bed and threw open the window with such force that it nearly shattered and made to head out into the night and return to Hueco Mundo. The only thing that made her pause was Ichigo’s hand reaching out and latching on her wrist, calling out for her to wait. She acknowledged his request and looked down her nose at him, keeping a reasonably straight face. No creature lured her like Halibel-sama, but the way he looked… He would receive a warm welcoming at Las Noches if he so chose.
“Is-Is that really it?” he asked with lingering disbelief.
Mila Rose almost went lax, thinking it might not be so bad to lay down with him. He was warm and had an alpha’s presence, even if his kindness hindered it. She could not concede to it, though, and tugged her arm away like it offended her to be touched by him. With a pompous scoff, she looked down at him and said, “You can’t expect Halibel-sama’s guard to spend all night here. Know your place.” She readied to dash into the night, holding the edge of the windowsill, and then felt the draft against the wet parts underneath her skirt. She decided to impart a few more words, this time with a kindlier if not wicked smirk, “You have potential”—She leaned into the night, head turning but her eyes on him—“for a human.” She erupted from her footing with such force and speed that he could see a lance of his cum leave her groin in parting.
For a while, he sat there, puzzling over the visit. But when he decided that he wouldn’t be able to figure out what had just transpired, he gave a loud, annoyed groan, ruffling the back of his head and saying that Hueco Mundo was such a nuisance.
BANG!BANG! went a fist against the wall between his and his sisters’ bedroom. “Keep it down, Ichi-nii!”
He leapt in his skin, but then thought how such a small comment had woken Karin, after all the tussling and moaning that preceded it!
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“So how was it, Mila Rose?! Did you deliver the retribution?!” Apache was leering, fists on her hips, leaning forward so that the news could reach her ears all the quicker. She’d been waiting all night, believing that the brutish Arrancar was going to back out of the assignment that the three of them had decided upon to repay Kurosaki Ichigo’s heroism.
“I did.” Mila Rose swept swiftly by her, heading for the bathroom to wash up. She removed her cloak and bra, vest, arm bands, garter, boots, and let her skirt drop in a circle on the floor behind her.
“Hey! What are you doing, making a mess here?! You classless gorilla!”
“You’re the last one to complain about class,” retorted Mila Rose from the doorway, pivoting so quickly that her breasts lunged. “Now be quiet and let me bathe in peace.”
But Apache bristled. She knew exactly what Mila Rose was doing; being all secretive just to entice her to pursue questioning and act more interested than she actually was. And she wasn’t interested at all! It was all for Halibel-sama’s sake that she wanted to know! If Kurosaki got what was coming to him!
“Well?!” Apache fumed, ready to storm the bathroom and pepper the Amazonian with questions. “How about some details?! How small was he?!” She snickered, eagerly awaiting the details. She made an unflattering assumption with her fingers. “Like this?”
“No,” Mila Rose’s voice responded from inside, and then her head appeared with a wry grin. And she informed the smaller Arrancar, “Sung-Sun lied.”
“What?!”
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BANG!BANG!BANG!
“Wake up, Shinigami!” Ichigo heard shouted from outside his window as he tried to sleep. Groggily, he sat up and rubbed his eyes, but the banging continued. It wasn’t Mila Rose’s voice shouting that he get his lazy ass up. Yet she spoke similarly: “It’s time for some payback!”
Sighing, rolling his eyes, he opened the curtains and faced the leering face of the smallest and loudest Bestia. His lips curled. Might as well get this over with…
He slid the window open before she could break it.
He was ready this time…
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MEGA Alerts will be connected to chats on Pay Tree On from now on, so that I won’t have to use Doors and Keys in these Free Site stories. But just for the sake of it one last time, here’s the door to ‘Kushina’s Mistake’:
https://mega.nz/file/k8AGkJqR