Filling Hollow Holes
Ulquiorra loomed over Ichigo, having utterly dismantled him after casually tanking the Shinigami's strongest attack. The Espada had taken no visible damage from the most powerful Getsuga Tenshō Ichigo could muster, only his torn jacket proving it had even happened in the first place. Still, Ichigo was nothing if not determined. Heaving himself to his feet, the teen stabbed his Zanpakutō into Ulquiorra's shoulder. Panting for breath, Ichigo said, "You must be the top Espada. So if I take you out, the rest will be a cakewalk."
In response, Ulquiorra grasped Tensa Zangetsu's blade with his bare hand and dragged it to the side, tearing open his jacket entirely. On his left pectoral was a large gothic 6. "Actually," the Espada stated, "I'm only the Sexta Espada." Ichigo legs gave out as he stared in shock and horror. 'He's this strong and he's only a single rank above Grimmjow?! Not even in the top half?! "I see you understand. There was never even a hope of you succeeding. Even if you could defeat me, there's still five Espada above me." Releasing Tensa Zangetsu, Ulquiorra drew back his right hand and thrust it forward towards Ichigo's chest.
At the very instant the pale Espada's hand made contact, another hand grasped his wrist with crushing force. A new voice spoke up, its tone deceptively calm, "I believe I told you that this one is mine." The speaker was a woman Ichigo swore wasn't there before she spoke. An instant later, a blindingly bright blueish-white flash originated from her chest. When Ichigo could see again, Ulquiorra was gone along with all traces of his Reiatsu. Ulquiorra, who had completely thrashed him, had been dispatched by this newcomer faster than he could see.
She turned back towards him and Ichigo got his first good look at her. The woman appeared to be in her early thirties with skin a couple shades paler than his. And she was tall; even from where he lay prone on the floor, Ichigo could tell she was considerably taller than him. Her orange hair, slightly darker than his own locks, was streaked with black stripes and reached just past her chin. Her face seemed oddly familiar, like an acquaintance he hadn't seen for a while. A white collar of bone encircled her throat. From there, Ichigo's eyes trailed downwards. The obvious arrancar wore a white leotard with a massive boob window, one barely able to keep her breasts from spilling out entirely. 'Holy shit! Those things must be the size of Matsumoto's!' Her chest wasn't the only thing that was enormous. From his position on the floor, Ichigo could easily see her ass through her thighs. Despite this, her arms were obviously muscular, though not enough to detract from her femininity. On her back, she wore a large bow. Finally, her legs were covered in thigh high boots with high heels that, given her natural height, Ichigo felt were completely unnecessary.
"Are you done eye fucking me yet? Or would you like a better look?" Her voice was somewhere between mockery and seduction. Ichigo tried to stand, whether to fight or flee, he didn't know. But before he could, the still unnamed Espada pressed him back down to the floor with a single foot. "No, no. Why don't you stay down there for now?" Despite how casually she kept her foot against his chest, Ichigo found he couldn't budge no matter how he tried. "I'm Miya. And you are Kurosaki Ichigo. I've had my eye on you for some time you know. You looked so… delicious." Miya smiled at Ichigo and leaned over her. Her colossal bust jiggled from the movement and Ichigo thought he could almost see her nipples. Despite himself, Ichigo found his body reacting to the sight.
Unfortunately for him, his captor noticed as well. Her smile turned predatory as she said, "Oh my~! What do we have here?" Her foot slid down the Shinigami's chest and across his abdomen to rest on his crotch. "Someone certainly likes what he sees. So, how about that better look?" Without waiting for a reply, Miya brought one hand up to the bottom of her leotard's boob window. Grabbing hold of it, she tore the whole thing off in a single quick motion. "Well? Was it everything you hoped for?"
Ichigo sputtered in shock, embarrassment, and horror. On the one hand, if he were honest with himself, Ichigo absolutely loved the view of the naked amazon towering over him. From her magnificent breasts, each delightfully pink nipple pierced with a bone white ring, to her surprisingly defined abs, to her smooth hairless pussy. On the other hand, he could now see the large 1 tattooed on her lower abdomen. Ulquiorra was vastly beyond him and she was several ranks higher, not to mention also working for Aizen. On the other other hand, it probably wasn't a good idea to deny a woman who currently had her foot resting against his dick, no matter how delicate she was currently being. While he was pondering his answer, Miya grew tired of waiting for a response. "Come now, I showed you mine. It's only fair that you show me yours~" She briefly flexed her power, breaking up the ground around them and, more importantly, obliterating Ichigo's clothing. Getting a proper look at her now nude prey, Miya let out a surprised and delighted coo, "My, my. Now that's a much more impressive sword than that thing you've been swinging around. In fact," She began stroking his cock with her boot, "Why don't we put this thing to work?"
At this point, Ichigo finally regained his wits enough to ask, "Don't I get a say in this?" Despite his previous reactions to Yoruichi flaunting her body, he was a man and was definitely interested. But having sex with an enemy, especially while still deep in enemy territory and with his friends' conditions unknown, was just ludicrous. There was a time and place for everything damnit!
The tiger haired woman stopped her ministrations and looked at him in slight surprise. "Well of course you do, Ichigo-kun~" She purred. "You see… I'm not leaving until one of us has been thoroughly impaled. You get to choose whether it will be this magnificent cock in my holes." Here, her voice and grin turned sinister, "Or my arm in your ribcage. I might be interested in you, Ichigo-kun, but you're still an enemy. So consider this a surrender-or-die situation."
Suddenly reminded just how outclassed he was, and honestly not that opposed to the idea, Ichigo nodded his acceptance. Her evil look evaporated like water in the desert. "I knew you'd see things my way. Besides, I really don't want to kill you. Especially not when you've gotten me so worked up." Miya ran one hand down her body sensually. Ichigo's eyes followed her hand as she went, pausing to grope one of her incredible tits then sliding down her toned abs. Once she reached her shaved pussy, the Primera lewdly spread herself with two fingers, showing her captive just how wet she was. She slowly rubbed her slit with her middle finger, her face contorting in pleasure and anticipation. After a few seconds of this, Miya stopped and said, "But enough playing with myself. It's always more fun to play with others."
The older woman moved around Ichigo's body until she stood with her feet on either side of his head. This new vantage allowed Ichigo to confirm that her ass was just as magnificent as her breasts. His view was then filled entirely by said ass as Miya lewdly squatted down to sit on his face, her pussy directly on his mouth. Without being told, Ichigo's tongue got to work. Starting with a tentative lick, he found he rather liked her flavor. His hands came up to squeeze her rear as his tongue probed deeper. "Oooh~! That's good, Ichigo-kun. Lick me just like that." Miya gazed forwards at Ichigo's throbbing erection, a hungry smirk on her face. "Of course, I'm not going to have all the fun. Momma's feeling rather thirsty after all." So saying, she leaned forwards, one hand grasping the base of Ichigo's cock and marveling at how her fingers couldn't quite touch. Brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear, Miya opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, letting her drool drip down over his member. Then, without a hint of warning, she slammed forward and swallowed his entire cock to the base in one go. She didn't stop until her nose was pressed against his balls.
Ichigo groaned loudly into Miya's juicy pussy. It'd been far too long since he had time to "tend to himself" and her hot, wet throat was far better than his hand. Not content to simply hold him in her throat, she bobbed her head vigorously, her tongue dancing across every inch of his pole. Then the Espada quickly intensified things further by cupping his balls in one hand and massaging them. Miya actually paused for a moment. She knew by sight the teens balls were big, but their weight surprised her. They were much heavier than she'd have guessed. Taking Ichigo out of her mouth for a moment, Miya continued stroking him and said, "Boy, you're feeling pretty backed up there, Ichigo-kun." She punctuated her statement by leaning down further and sucking one of his weighty balls into her mouth, lashing it with her tongue.
The Primera was more right than she knew. Between the Arrancar attacks, invading Soul Society, and all the training in between, Ichigo hadn't gotten off in months. Even when Rukia lived with him, he barely ever had time to masturbate, what with the midget living in his closet. Were he a less moral (or perhaps just less inhibited) person, he'd have made her pay rent with that lush ass of hers. Either way, he'd only been able to get some alone time maybe twice in the last six months. To end his dry spell with such an experienced and enthusiastic blowjob was beyond Ichigo's wildest dreams. And he showed his appreciation as best he could: by attacking Miya's pussy with the same vigor he usually attacked his enemies.
Miya popped Ichigo's testicle out of her mouth to moan erotically, "Oh god~ You certainly know how to treat a lady." Refusing to be outdone, and still wanting her creamy treat, Miya slammed her mouth back down on his cock. As she bobbed and sucked and slurped passionately, her thick ass wobbled and jiggled in front of Ichigo's eyes. Though her cheeks clapping together made for a magnificent view, what truly caught his eye was her cute little rosebud nestled between them. Running two fingers along the Arrancar's slit, Ichigo got them slick with her juices before sticking both into her asshole up to the second knuckle. His reward was a whorish scream ripping its way from the older woman's throat and vibrating along the length of his cock.
Unnoticed by Miya, her control over her Reiatsu started slipping due to the sheer pleasure she was experiencing. Having far more power than her boytoy, it pressed down on him like an ocean. Ichigo was aware of the pressure but his distraction resulted in him believing it was simply the weight of her body lying atop him. His own Reiryoku fought back, pushing against the Espada's in an attempt to protect him. However, both were too caught up in their own pleasure to truly notice.
Ichigo continuously pumped two fingers in and out of Miya's backdoor as he ravished her pussy. While he had started out with the old strategy of tracing the English alphabet with his tongue, the teen was quickly finding what the woman sitting on his face liked most. Such as when he used his lower teeth to gently scrape at her clit, or when his free hand spanked her luscious ass. Each drew another obscene moan from her throat. For her part, Miya was hardly resting on her laurels. Her hands and mouth worked every millimeter of Ichigo's cock. Whether she was deepthroating him while massaging his balls or slurping on both of his balls at once while she stroked the shaft, the Primera showed more ardor and passion than any two women could together.
At this point, it had become an unspoken competition to see who could make the other orgasm first. Miya knew she was going to come undone soon. While it was almost certainly beginner's luck, Ichigo had precisely hit her weak point by targeting her ass. 'I don't care that he's my plaything. I have my pride as a woman! I refuse to cum before him!' It was time to unleash her secret weapon. While her hands continued massaging Ichigo's balls and her tongue danced madly across his shaft, Miya began purring. The vibrations from her throat constantly hit every part of his cock at once and finally pushed him over the edge. With a loud groan into her drooling pussy, Ichigo erupted. The first salvo completely filled Miya's mouth with the thickest cum she could ever remember tasting. 'Oh god. His cum. It's… delicious!' She didn't have long to savor it as the next shot came and caused her mouth to overflow, running down her face. She swallowed as quickly as she could, more hot sticky ropes of cum shooting into her mouth and filling her stomach.
Even as she gulped down his seed, Miya squealed in pleasure as a powerful orgasm tore through her. As her body spasmed in ecstasy, her back arched and she pulled off of Ichigo's dick. The last few shots of his own orgasm ended up splattering across her face and chest, painting her white. Panting, both from being out of breath and her sheer arousal, Miya lustfully exclaimed, "Wow! I said you were pent up, but I didn't think you'd try to drown me!"
Lifting her ass off Ichigo's face, Miya heard his stammering reply, "Sorry. It's been a while since I could-"
However, his apology was cut off by Miya's laughter, "Kyahaha! Don't go apologizing for giving me what I want; I did say I was thirsty after all." At that moment, she realized the dick in her hands hadn't softened in the slightest. "What's this? Still raring to go after filling by belly so much? Well in that case," Miya moved off of Ichigo to lay on her back on the floor. Spreading her legs, she placed her feet down on the floor and lifted her hips off the ground, supporting her weight on her feet and upper back. Reaching down, the Primera spread her positively overflowing pussy and leered at Ichigo, "Why don't you stuff that thick meat between these lips this time?"
Lust overwhelmed any rational thoughts Ichigo might have had. Aizen, Soul Society, the other Espada, all of it was drowned out by his need to fuck this succubus of a woman in front of him. He had to have her. He had to breed her. He had to break her. With those thoughts in mind, Ichigo took his place between Miya's legs, cock in hand. While most certainly not needing any additional lubricant, he still takes the time to rub his cock along her slit a few times. The orange haired Shinigami takes extra care to grind the length of his member along Miya's slit, making the tiger haired woman groan in pleasure and anticipation. Just before she can growl a demand that he hurry up and fuck her already, Ichigo slides the head of his dick into her sopping depths. He pauses, just for a moment, before sliding his arms under her legs and bending them backwards. The Espada's flexibility is put to the test as she's nearly bent in half, her boot clad feet by her ears. Only then does he slam his length deep into her, nearly hilting himself in a single thrust.
"Gah!" That single thrust drove the air from Miya's lungs. She couldn't remember a time she'd ever felt so… full. Ichigo took a second to savor the feeling of her tight, velvety depths before pulling out almost all the way and plunging back in. He quickly set a brutal and punishing pace as he slam fucked her. The mating press he held the Primera in only made it easier for him to thrust as deeply as he wished, the head of his dick pressing right against her cervix. Looking down, Miya was amazed to see a small bulge in her stomach form with each of his thrusts. Schlop! Schlop! Schlop! The noises billowing forth from her cunt were matched by the equally obscene sounds emanating from her mouth. "Uwaaa! Ooooh~~~! F-f-fuck… me! …Harder! Pl-please!"
Ichigo promptly obliged. Taking his hands from her legs, he leaned over Miya's body further until he was nearly laying on her. One hand came down to roughly play with her clit while the other moved to toy with a nipple ring. All the while his thrusts increased in both speed and intensity. His mind wasn't focused on his own pleasure nor on hers. Instead, Ichigo's thoughts all fixated on just one thing: Conquest. He wanted more than to just fuck this beautiful sexy woman. He wanted to conquer her, to make her his. Perhaps it was Hueco Mundo making his Hollow more active. Or maybe the rough sex awakened his darker impulses. Either way, in that moment, Ichigo had a vision.
-]Vision[-
In what could only be called a throne room, Ichigo sat atop an ivory throne, Zangetsu leaning against the side of his seat. Though he was completely nude, Ichigo felt no shame or vulnerability. Indeed, he felt invincible. He knew that he was master of all he surveyed. Aizen had ruled Hueco Mundo because he was fearless. Ichigo ruled it because he was strong.
All around Ichigo were various women, many arrancar but many not. All of them were as nude as he and sporting obviously pregnant bellies. And all were engaging in one form of debauchery or another with each other. Yoruichi lounged on a couch as Soifon joyously lapped at her pussy, the werecat patting her student's head like she was a favorite pet. On the opposite end of the couch, Tatsuki held onto the armrest for dear life as Lisa stuffed her ass with a strap-on, one hand slapping her ass while the Visored groped herself with the other. Two Arrancar Ichigo didn't recognize, one with long turquoise hair and another with blonde hair and chocolate skin, scissored furiously on the floor. Both pinched their nipples as they moaned wantonly. Unohana stood off to the side, another pair of unknown Arrancar women on their knees and lapping at her holes. The one licking the older woman's pussy had short, spiky blonde hair while the girl rimming her had black hair tied in pigtails. Both Arrancar had collars around their necks, their leashes held by Unohana, who took great joy in tugging them deeper into her holes.
Orihime lay on the ground on her back, Chizuru atop her and sharing a double ended dildo with her as she sucked on the busty schoolgirl's nipples. Two Arrancar women were busy double stuffing a third, the green haired woman in the middle going full ahegao as the tomboy under her and chocolate amazon behind her pounded her holes with their strap-ons. A violette Shinigami with a bust that surpassed even Rangiku was sitting on the face of a black woman wearing thigh high boots, the only article of clothing anyone present was wearing. The violette mewled and groaned as she tugged on her rings piercing her nipples. Meanwhile a young woman with her magenta hair in twin-tails assaulted the black woman with anal beads. Next to them, a woman with pure white hair and some kind of catgirl were enthusiastically eating each other out. An older brunette woman stood behind Rukia, nibbling on her ear as she felt up the smaller woman's nubile body.
Nanao hung from the ceiling, suspended by ropes that kept her legs spread. Two purple haired women, one buxom with her hair done up in drills, the other more slender and with much shorter hair, teased the lieutenant with a pair of hibachi wands. The bespectacled woman moaned and shrieked around the ball gag in her mouth. Another, rougher, show of dominance from a violette was being performed by an Arrancar with teardrop markings on her cheeks. In front of her were three young women, a brunette, a verdette, and a pinkette, all face down and ass up facing away from her. The arrancar gleefully whipped the asses off all three as they moaned in masochistic ecstasy. Kūkaku and a woman Ichigo vaguely recognized as Keigo's older sister were on all fours, enjoying a large double ended dildo stuffed up their asses.
To top it all off, Rangiku and Isane knelt before Ichigo's throne. They worked their massive tits over his shaft as they adoringly licked the head of his cock. Right behind them were two final women, enthusiastically licking their holes. Behind Isane was a blonde Ichigo thought he recognized as her sister while Rangiku was being rimmed by a busty woman with red-violet hair and glasses he might have seen around town. Like every other woman present, when the quartet looked at him, it was with worship and adoration. A voice spoke up from Ichigo's side, "Magnificent is it not, my king? Your harem is even more impressive than your dominion." Turning to his right, Ichigo saw Miya, nude as the rest, leaning against the side of his throne. She looked out at the ongoing orgy with both pride and lust in her eyes. But when she turned her eyes towards him, they showed more than the worship of the others. They held something Ichigo couldn't quite place. If anything, it was like she was proud of him. A look that only intensified as she rubbed her pregnant belly.
-]Vision End[-
The vision faded after only a moment, though it felt like it'd lasted far longer. 'Wha- What was that? The future? A hallucination?' Regardless of what it was, the scene called to Ichigo on a level he barely understood. Before he could get too lost in his thoughts, the clenching of Miya's pussy brought him back to reality. His lust redoubled from what he'd scene, Ichigo didn't waste a moment resuming his plundering of her depths.
His renewed ferocity was most definitely appreciated. "Oh FFFFUUUUCCCKKkkkk!" Miya cried out in ecstasy as her lover's brutal thrusts didn't so much send her over the edge as hurl her off it. Another mind-blowing orgasm tore its way through her body, her juices erupting onto Ichigo's member as her pussy convulsed. Yet he didn't pause for even an instant. Instead he kept right on drilling her like he was digging for oil. Each hammering thrust struck every single one of her sensitive spots and drove the amazon to further heights of pleasure. It felt like her first orgasm had barely ended when the second struck her.
It felt like her whole body was on fire. The Primera was burning up with ecstasy and each brutalizing thrust only stoked the flames higher. She was adrift in a stormy sea of ecstasy as wave after wave of orgasms crashed into her. A puddle of her juices formed underneath her as she weakly egged Ichigo on further, "Don't… stop… Never stop." Luckily for Miya, Ichigo had no intention of stopping. He was in it for the long haul. He fucked her like he hated her, and she desperately wanted it to last forever. Ichigo's cock battered against her cervix until finally, it gave way and he hilted himself fully inside Miya for the first time. The bulge in her stomach grew as he finally fit every last inch inside her. Schlop! Schlop! Schlop! Her cunt squelched louder than ever as her teenaged lover did his damnedest to outright tenderize her pussy. Ichigo's balls slapped against her ass heavily, adding a loud clapping to the lascivious orchestra that was their rutting.
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All across Los Noches, others looked up in confusion and/or terror at the ocean of Reiatsu they could sense. Even miles away, it pressed down on them like a mountain. Fights ground to a halt as combatants struggled to stand, or even breathe in some cases. Within a particular cell, two young Arrancar women stared into the distance in shock. Loly Aivirrne, proud fraccion of Primera Espada Miya Asama, uttered in awe, "Miya-sama is… fighting? Who could possibly stand against her for so long?"
Nearby, Menoly Mallia steadied their prisoner, one Inoue Orihime. The poor girl had no experience with such overwhelming power. Their mistress had sent them to retrieve her and bring her to Miya's suite, though with the unusual addendum to "take their time". While Menoly had no affection for the girl, she knew better than to let her be harmed; Orihime was too valuable a prisoner. Besides, if Miya wanted them to rough her up, she'd have ordered them to do so. The Primera might laud initiative when they didn't have any standing orders, but she was quite clear that her orders were to be followed to the letter. "It doesn't matter. Whoever it is will be dead soon," She told her sister, "Let's get this one back to Miya-sama's rooms."
With that, the pair of Arrancar escorted the young woman out of her cell.
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With a shriek of whorish rapture, Miya plunged into her strongest orgasm yet. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her fingers clawed deep gouges in the floor. Her pussy's pulsating convulsions as it frantically tried to milk Ichigo of his seed finally bore fruit. With a lustful roar of his own, Ichigo came undone, his cock pulsing as ropes of cum fired into his lover's womb. A single shot filled her womb. The next swelled her belly up as her pussy struggled to contain it all. After two more shots, Miya was looked three or four months pregnant. The Arrancar's cries had barely passed their crescendo when the sensation of being filled with so much hot, potent, sticky cum kicked her climax into overdrive. If she were still capable of thought, Miya would've realized it wasn't just Ichigo's semen that was driving her wild, but also his Reiryoku that was flowing inside of her as well. So out of it was she, that she didn't even notice him pulling out of her. Stroking himself to prolong his orgasm, Ichigo's cock continued spewing rope after rope of seed all over the woman. Her hair, face, and open mouth took the brunt of his fifth shot. While her neck and breasts were splattered by the sixth and seventh. The last three loads coated the undersides of her breasts along with her stomach and boots, her legs still folded up from where Ichigo had placed them.
As his orgasm faded, Ichigo felt like he was about to collapse. He barely maneuvered himself to sit on the ground rather than simply collapse atop Miya. That had been more intense than his fight against Byakuya. 'Though, looks like I'm better off than she is.' Miya lay on the floor, completely insensate, only her labored breathing revealed she was still alive. Moreover, her front was covered in cum. Some deadpan part of Ichigo's mind quipped, 'I think she's wearing more white now than when she was dressed.' The more rational part of his mind was amazed at the sheer volume of his loads. The first one certainly felt large, but the proof of how massive they were was currently coating the woman in front of her. Not to mention leaking out of her well fucked pussy. 'Maybe it has something to do with being a Shinigami? Or a Visored? Or maybe-'
Ichigo's thoughts were cut off by a wet smacking sound. Looking back to Miya, he saw the Primera had apparently regained enough of her wits to change her position. Though she now laid on her stomach, she was otherwise as out of it as ever. More importantly though was the fact her fat, jiggly ass was now on full display. Unable to help himself, Ichigo reached over and gave it a resounding smack. Clap! Miya moaned weakly but otherwise gave no response. But for Ichigo, watching her ass ripple from his strike was all he needed to be reinvigorated. His cock, though having yet to actually soften, was throbbing with need once more. And he knew exactly where to put it next.
Moving between the prone woman's legs, Ichigo grabs hold of one massive ass cheek and takes a moment to appreciate the feeling. Despite her otherwise muscular build, Miya's ponderous chest and juicy, plump ass were absolutely outstanding. They made him think of the various milfs in some of the hentai he hid from his family. 'Come to think of it, some of my stash went missing even before Kon started looking at it.' (Little did Ichigo know, while he had barely gotten off in months, Rukia most certainly had) Spreading the older woman's magnificent ass with one hand, Ichigo guides his cock with the other, aiming for her last unclaimed hole. Fortunately, his previous toying with Miya's asshole had loosened her up enough for him to find purchase, though his fingers weren't nearly as thick as his member. Her rosebud resisted, but after a moment of work, the Shinigami managed to slip the head of his cock inside.
Too lustful to take things slowly, and having already experience Miya's enjoyment of being fucked roughly, Ichigo buried the entirety of his cock inside her with one thrust, not stopping until his hips meet her ass. The sudden violation awakened the Arrancar from her stupor. Her head shot up and her mouth drops open in a silent scream. For his part, Ichigo could hardly believe how tight her ass is. If her pussy was like a vice, then her bowels were like an anaconda trying to strangle his dick. Still, no rest for the wicked or the horny. In a display of dominance he wouldn't have considered normally, Ichigo grabbed Miya by the back of her neck, not choking but firmly enough to let her know who was in charge. Once she submissively lowered her head, he proceeded to punish, plunder, and pound her perfect, pert, plump posterior.
"God, your ass is just perfect!" Ichigo growled, watching her butt shake and jiggle with every movement. Drawing back a hand, he harshly slapped Miya's ass, drawing forth a ragged moan from her quivering lips and making her bowels clench down on him. Thoroughly reveling in her reaction, he did it again. And again. And again.
In response, Miya positively howled her ecstasy. Her ass was by far her most sensitive part. Though Ichigo was too engrossed in ruining her to notice, her slit was spasming in orgasm every few smacks, gushing out a mixture of their juices each time. 'If this keeps… up, he'll kill… me with pleasure. …But… I never want it to end.' Outwardly, the tiger haired woman was too overwhelmed to speak or even properly moan. Though she'd long since lost count, she knew she'd had more orgasms in the last hour than she'd experienced in all her time as an Arrancar. "C- c- c- cu- c-" She chanted, unable to even finish the first word. Still, Miya hoped Ichigo got the hint. She needed him to cum inside her. She'd give anything for it to happen, anything at all.
Luckily for her, Ichigo couldn't withstand her divine derriere any longer. "Oh fffffuuccckkk!" Feeling like someone turned his pleasure all the way up to eleven, the teenager unleashed a torrent of cum inside the Primera's bowels. Her stomach, having almost entirely deflated from her earlier creampie, swelled once more as her guts were flooded with semen. For her part, Miya's pleasure had been turned up to twenty. She couldn't even utter a sound as her lights burst behind her eyes until the world whited out and she fainted. More drained than ever, Ichigo didn't even manage to pull out, simply collapsing atop Miya as he passed out.
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A lone woman picked her way through the mess that was once a sizable building in Los Noches. The walls and ceiling had since been obliterated and the floor was little more than gravel. 'It's been over an hour since Miya-sama's Reiatsu settled down. Why hasn't she returned yet?' She and her fellow fraccion had thought Miya-sama was in battle, but as she came across the still unconscious forms of the Primera and her "opponent", she realized the truth. Between the white pools of liquid, their naked forms, and the overwhelming smell of sex (and something else that was making her nethers itch), it was blatantly obvious the pair had been fucking like rabbits. An ironic sentiment perhaps, given her own bunny themed mask fragment. Brushing aside an errant strand of purple hair, Michelle Angelo carefully lifted her dress and approached her mistress.
Though she knew the boy, Kurosaki Ichigo, was Aizen-sama's enemy, Michelle dared not attempt to slay him herself. If the Shinigami still lived, it was because Miya-sama deigned it so. And if he was alive against her wishes, then there was nothing Michelle could possibly do against him. Instead, the violette squatted down and shook her mistress's shoulder. "Miya-sama? …Miya-sama?" Hopefully, she'd awaken soon; the sight of their naked joined bodies was arousing the fraccion more than she cared to admit.
Both the Primera and the Shinigami awakened with a groan. The female Espada found herself with a splitting headache, the likes of which she hadn't experienced since that time she first tried western liquor with Ryūken. 'Wait. Ryūken?' The body atop her shifted causing her to look back and see a face she recognized for a wholly different reason than she had only a couple hours ago. For the young man pulling his bitch breaker of a cock out of her ass was none other than, "Ichi-chan?"
Hearing his name called in that particular way made Ichigo shoot up, fully alert. His memories of his precious activities hit him like a cero. He had fucked the Primera Espada in all three holes before passing out atop her. But looking at her face now, seeing that familiar expression, and hearing her speak the way she had. All Ichigo could say was, "M-mom?"
Michelle watched the two in silence, not sure how to react to what she'd just heard. She barely knew how to react to what she'd stumbled upon before they woke up. Gripping her Zanpakutō, a Chinese trident, she waited for orders or at least a cue from her mistress. After several seconds, Miya, no Masaki finally broke the silence. "Hrnk! Gyahahahahaha!" She laughed loudly and mirthfully, occasionally interrupted by a snort. Ichigo and Michelle shared an awkward glance, not sure what to make of the woman's outburst. Once she regained control of herself, Masaki said, still chuckling, "Ahh, I can't believe it. I've seen a lot of porn, but I've never heard of a woman getting fucked so hard her mind unbroke. I got reversed ahegao'd!" She promptly burst into another peel of laughter
Within her personal chambers deep inside Los Noches, the Cuatra Espada was enjoying some personal time. Or to put it more bluntly, Nelliel currently had three fingers buried in her pussy. As she hit a particularly sensitive spot, her naked ass raised from where she'd sat on her balcony. Though she knew it was unlikely any of the invaders would spot her, the idea that they might thrilled her nonetheless. And so, the verdette made sure to keep her legs spread wide, all the better to show off to her hypothetical audience, even as she savaged her breasts with her free hand. Having always been a masochist, Nelliel didn't settle for simple gropes and massages. No, she mauled her tits hard enough to leave bruises and twisted her nipples until she cried out. Shifting her right hand, Nel drove her last three fingers as deep as she could into her drooling quim and viciously pinched her clit between her thumb and index finger. With a keening wail, the verdette came, her hips lifting into the air to hump at a nonexistent cock as her fluids gushed out.
As she came down from her high, Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck lay back on her balcony, her sweaty chest heaving in the afterglow. Once more, her thoughts drifted to days passed. Just a few short years ago, she had been the Tercera Espada despite being far weaker than she was now. Back then, she still had Fraccion too. 'I should have killed Nnoitra years ago.' The previous Octava had been a pain in her shapely ass since she'd met him. If he wasn't challenging her to fights, he was slaughtering potential recruits to satisfy his bloodlust. But one day, he finally went too far. She'd returned to her quarters to find both of her subordinates, Pesche and Dondochakka, bleeding out from Nnoitra's cowardly attack. At the time, Nel hadn't even registered his words. But she had remembered his greatest desire: "To die on his feet in the heat of battle" and she knew exactly how to hurt him. Nnoitra did not die on his feet nor did he go down fighting. Instead, he found himself dismembered and pinned to the ground by her Zanpakutō as she ate him alive. Unfortunately for his collaborator, Nnoitra's last words (besides his begging pleas) were to wonder why Szayelapporo's device hadn't worked. The Arrancar scientist was devoured in her rage as well.
Now here she was in the present, stronger than ever, but without her beloved companions. She wasn't completely alone; a few of her fellow Espada were at least amicable, if not necessarily friendly. But it wasn't the same. Picking herself up off the floor, Nelliel headed inside to clean herself off. From the feel of her Reiatsu, Miya was done enjoying herself with one of the invaders, and the Cuatra felt obliged to check in on her. Some probably assumed the Primera had been fighting, but the verdette knew better; Miya's "opponent" had been far weaker than her at the start, only for their Reiatsu to climb until it nearly rivaled the Primera. Miya wouldn't have allowed an enemy she outclassed so vastly the time to grow that powerful, nor would she have dragged the battle out for nearly an hour. So, once she was presentable, Nelliel would seek out one of the few she might call a friend.
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"Hulghk! Hulghk! Hulghk!" Rukia choked and gagged. With an arrancar gripping her by her hair and forcing her to throat the largest cock she had ever seen and said cock belonging to her friend/roommate/undefined Ichigo and said arrancar claiming to be his mother, it was a bit of an understatement to say Rukia was having a weird day. Off to the side, another Arrancar laid on the ground, semen still flowing freely out of her backside as she quietly groaned. She had been Rukia's opponent up until about half an hour ago. Now, she was just another bitch, to use Masaki's words. Rukia herself might be well on her way to becoming one of Ichigo's bitches, but if she was, she was a very willing bitch. As far as she was concerned, the milf behind her wasn't so much forcing her to suck Ichigo off as she was helping her fit the whole thing in her throat. "Hulghk!" Rukia's eyes widened as she was pushed forward until her nose was pressed against Ichigo's groin, his heavy balls resting on her chin.
"Rukia!" Ichigo groaned, grasping her hair tight.
"Hm~ You look so cute with my son's cock in your throat, dear," The Arrancar purred as she leaned down to kiss her cheek. As the taller woman fondled her body, Rukia's mind drifted back to how she got where she was now.
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It had started with her helping to infiltrate Las Noches alongside Ichigo and their friends to rescue Orihime. Then they had split up (in hindsight, that was a phenomenally stupid idea) and she ended up fighting the Diez Espada, one Cirucci Thunderwitch. Their fight had barely started when an ocean of Reiatsu threatened to crush them both. Shortly after it started, another Reiatsu rose up to meet it. Slowly and weakly at first, but it grew in intensity until it was akin to a dam holding back the first signature from drowning them. Rukia and Cirucci had resumed their fight then but it was half-hearted at best; both were still too wary of the clashing Reiatsu in the distance. For both, it was like knowing a pair of tigers were fighting just out of sight; they might be preoccupied for the moment, but eventually one would win.
Once they were sure both Reiatsu signatures had truly settled down and weren't about to flare back up, their battle truly began. Shikai, Resurreccion, Kidō, Cero, all had been utilized in an attempt to slay their enemy. Cirucci had lost her left wing and her arm was encased in ice. Meanwhile, Rukia had a number of minor injuries herself but she was confident in her victory.
Then those monstrous Reiatsu signatures stirred. Not long after, the pair arrived at the ongoing battle. Rukia's and Cirucci's latest attacks were deflected before either had even registered the newcomers' presences. Rukia recognized Ichigo by sight instantly, his appearance the same as ever. But somehow, he was far more powerful than he'd been just earlier that day. His Reiatsu was… denser, heavier than it had been before. And he had what could only be an Espada by his side… who was nude for some reason. A few words had been exchanged. The Espada introduced herself as Kurosaki Masaki, the Primera Espada. And then she had introduced Ichigo as her son and lover, declaring he had equal authority to herself in all things.
But more interestingly, as Ichigo stood nearby, Rukia noticed Cirucci… panting? The violette's face was flushed as she seemingly struggled to catch her breath. Even as she watched, the other woman tried to surreptitiously rub her thighs together, glancing at Ichigo repeatedly. Yet at the same time, she also grew… angrier? She was blatantly turned on, but also glaring at the newcomers. Finally, Cirucci exploded, "The fuck's this bull?! I'm not taking orders from another Shinigami no matter what you say, Primera!"
Masaki's answering smile was outright predatory. Reaching into Ichigo's robe, she fished out a cock that Rukia could scarcely believe was real. The size, the girth, both of which grew even more incredible as the Primera confidently stroked him. "Mom, what're you-" Ichigo tried to ask, only to be cut off.
"Call me Masaki, dear. Or maybe bitch. After all, you already made me yours," Masaki purred. Soon the teen reached full mast. 'And damn if there isn't a lot of mast,' Rukia's mind supplied.
Smiling in satisfaction, Masaki turned towards Cirucci. The shorter Espada alternated between glaring at her superior and glancing hungrily at Ichigo's dick. In a move that surprised everyone but herself, the Primera forcibly resealed her junior's resurreccion before her hand flashed out and lodged three fingers in Cirucci's cunt, not even having to worry about her clothing getting in the way thanks to the earlier battle. "Holy shit, you crazy- !" The Diez Espada's words were interrupted and the air driven violently from her lungs as Masaki effortlessly lifted her up by the hand that was violating her before harshly impaling the violette ass-first on Ichigo's cock.
Rukia gasped in shock, and perhaps more arousal than she'd like to admit, as Ichigo groaned in surprise and pleasure. As Cirucci's expression wavered between shock, pleasure, and pain, Masaki grinned fiercely. With her grip on her junior, she fucked the other Espada on Ichigo's dick, using her free hand to tear off the remains of Cirucci's clothes. "You wanted to know what I was doing, Ichigo? I'm reminding this cunt of her place." Smirking down at her junior, she explained, "She's an uppity little thing who sometimes forgets to respect her betters. But with a bit of effort, she'll learn that if she's going to open her mouth, it better be to suck your cock." She moved faster now, roughly slamming Cirucci into Ichigo's pelvis. Condescendingly patting the smaller woman's cheek, she grinned, "Isn't that right dear?"
"Hnnnggg!" Cirucci's reply was growled through clenched teeth as she endured her first orgasm of the day. Though the Primera didn't realize it, her underling was both a sadist and a masochist. She couldn't get off without inflicting or enduring pain, and with a cock the size of a club being driven into her ass like they were trying to kill her, she was most definitely getting off.
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Now here they were. Cirucci passed out naked while Rukia herself knelt before Ichigo, her hands resting on his thighs as his pillar of a cock stuffed her throat. The young woman wouldn't lie and say she'd never considered being in such a position before. She had lived in Ichigo's closet for months and had seen him naked more times than she could count (and far more times than he knew). The Kuchiki had pleasured herself to thoughts of Ichigo many, many times. Perhaps her favorite fantasy was one where Ichigo demanded she pay rent with her body before stuffing her magnificent peach of an ass. Or ones where he'd creampie her before school then steal her panties, forcing her to attend class with his cum running down her legs. Now, even if things ended here, the young Kuchiki's fantasies would be so much better now that she knew what Ichigo tasted like, not to mention how he sounded when he was cumming… Which happened to be identical to how he sounded right now.
Rukia barely had time to realize what was about to happen before Ichigo groaned and Masaki pushed her down until her son's balls rested against the ravenette's chin once more. An outright torrent of cum poured down her throat as Ichigo came. With him so deep in her throat, she didn't even have to worry about swallowing as it flooded her stomach. 'How can there be so much?' Yes, the balls contracting against her chin were certainly enormous and definitely felt heavy, but Ichigo had already dumped so much into Cirucci that Rukia could scarcely believe he had anything left in the tank. Right as the oxygen deprivation was getting to her and the darkness was closing in on the edges of her vision, Masaki finally pulled Rukia back. The last few shots splashed all over her face and hair, not to mention stained her uniform, though she was hardly in the right state of mind to worry about such things. Especially when Ichigo's mother bent way over at the waist, making damn sure to point her massive ass towards her son, and started licking Rukia's face clean. Once the Shinigami's face was cleaned of cum, Masaki promptly kissed her. It took Rukia only half a moment to realize what the Espada was doing as she shared the thick seed with her. The taste was magnificent. Rukia's own tongue promptly shoved its way into the larger woman's mouth, seeking out any hints of the delicious fluid.
When the Primera pulled back, Rukia followed her for a moment, trying to taste more. Giving her a smile that was almost motherly, she asked the Shinigami, "Was there something else you wanted, dear?"
But her response wasn't addressed to the Espada. Instead, she moved to stare up at Ichigo, her eyes dark with lust. "Fuck me, Ichigo. Let's make up for the months I could've spent with your dick inside me."
Stunned by her plea, Ichigo looked towards his mother, only for the woman to chide him. "This is about the two of you. Don't look to me for an answer. I didn't make her do this; I just gave her the opportunity." Turning back to Rukia, Ichigo answered her with actions rather than words. Sweeping Rukia up into his arms, he kissed her fiercely, supporting her weight easily with his hand on her ass. The much shorter woman would forever deny that she squeaked in response. Both of them pawed at each other, pulling at each other's robes without breaking their liplock. For her part, Masaki smiled. "I can see you two are busy; I'll just go handle some other business."
Just before she left via Sonido, she witnessed her son throw Rukia to the ground in a mating press and slam into her. "ICHIGO!" The petite woman cried out as she was filled to the brim in a single thrust.
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Within the Primera's palace, Loly was anxiously pacing, not that she'd ever admit to feeling anxious. "Where is Miya-sama? She said she wouldn't be long but it's been hours!" Nearby, Orihime sat on one end of a rather nice couch, white like it seemed all the furniture was in Los Noches. Idly, she wondered if they ever had trouble with stains. She'd a white quilt once but then she'd accidentally got some of her peanut butter, wasabi, and natto sandwich on it and the stain never came out no matter what she tried. The teen glanced over at the other end of the couch where Menoly was sitting. Curiously, the blonde Arrancar had one foot neatly tucked behind her head, seemingly quite comfortable despite the contortion. When her sole visible eye met Orihime's, she pointedly glanced at Loly then back at her before rolling her eye. The teen had to suppress a giggle at her clear exasperation. The final occupant of the room was the purple haired Michelle, who didn't seem to be paying any of them the slightest attention from where she regally sipped her coffee in a nearby armchair.
Just as Loly was gearing up for more anxious ranting disguised as anger, a fifth woman appeared directly in her path, causing the fraccion to collide face first with the other woman's cleavage. The first thing Orihime noticed was that this newcomer was tall. Absurdly so even, probably even taller than Sado. The second thing was that she was very naked. Besides a pair of thigh high boots (which, Orihime distractedly noticed, ended in three-inch heels), the new Arrancar was clad in nothing but a considerable amount of some viscous white fluid. As Loly sharply pulled back, it was clear that said liquid was now splattered all over her face as well. "What the fu- Miya-sama! You're back!" In a heartbeat, Loly's outrage turned to stammering subservience upon recognizing her mistress, "Uh, I, we retrieved the human as ordered, ma'am!"
Even if not for Loly's words, Orihime would've realized who this was. She knew the Espada all had their rank tattooed on their body, and this woman, under her breasts that dwarfed even her own and defined abdominal muscles, had a gothic 1 right over her womb. "Well done dear," the Primera stated as she rubbed Loly's cheek. The Arrancar noticeably pressed herself against the hand rather like an affectionate cat. When the hand pulled away, she briefly followed after it before catching herself. "You as well, Menoly. My own efforts were wonderfully fruitful." Miya ignored Michelle lightly snorting into her drink. The rabbit Arrancar knew full well how 'fruitful' her lady's time was. "But before anything, I'm afraid that I'm in desperate need of a shower. Oh, Loly, I got you dirty too. Come along, we can shower together." As she left the room, Loly all but skipping after her, she tossed over her shoulder, "It's nice to meet you Inoue-chan. We'll talk more later!"
From where she still sat, Orihime looked at the other two, "Um… is that… normal of her?" She wasn't entirely certain what exactly she was talking about, or even necessarily who. Both of the women who were apparently leaving to shower had acted rather oddly in her opinion.
Menoly answered her first. "Loly? Absolutely. Ever since Miya-sama selected us as her fraccion, she's been aggressive with everyone else but a loyal dog to Miya-sama." Folding her other leg up, the tomboy crossed her ankles behind her head, still looking perfectly comfortable despite being twisted in a way that made Orihime's hips hurt just looking at her. "Or to put it more bluntly, she's a bitch in every way that matters. As for Miya-sama? No, that was… bizarre."
"It's because of the intruder," Michelle chimed in, still sipping her coffee and not looking at either of them. "She went to confront the one known as Kurosaki. Something happened and the two ended up having sex. A lot of sex." Quietly enough the other two couldn't hear her, she muttered, "It was everywhere!" Remembering something, she spoke louder, "Oh, and Miya-sama says her name is actually Masaki. She claims that Kurosaki-san is her son."
That revelation struck the other two like a meteor. Menoly's legs slipped back down, her feet hitting the ground loudly as she stared at her comrade. As for Orihime, her mind was filled with countless conjured images of Ichigo and his apparent mother having sex. The carnal imaginings were further fueled by the state Masaki had been in when she'd arrived. 'If that white liquid was Kurosaki-kun's… stuff. Then they…' The poor girl's face flushed a deep crimson mere moments before she fainted.
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Fucking Ichigo, Rukia decided, was definitely worth the wait. The intensity of his thrusts was only matched by the intensity of his eyes. His strong hands exploring her body, his muscular chest like iron beneath her hands, and of course his fat cock splitting her in two. His balls slapped wetly against her cute peach of an ass, slathered in her juices as he ravaged her. 'If I could start again, I'd have introduced myself to him by shoving his dick down my throat.' At the very least, she wouldn't have waited nearly half a year to get her legs wrapped around his waist. "Rukia," He gasped, "I'm… getting-"
In response, her legs grasped tighter, seeking to pull him even deeper inside. Something she doubted was possible given he'd already managed to fill her womb, not that she cared. What mattered was that Ichigo didn't stop pounding her. "Ins-side, dammit! Give me… every… drop!" She panted. In her lust addled mind, Rukia decided that even if she wasn't pregnant by the time they finished, Ichigo was damn well going to pump her full of cum until she looked like she was.
Ichigo didn't need any more encouragement. He briefly sped up even further before bottoming out entirely as his balls tightened up and he erupted. The first salvo was enough to coat Rukia's womb. The second filled it. The following several shots pumped her impossibly full of cum. At the same time, Rukia's juices spurted out, causing the puddle beneath them to grow that much more as she orgasmed yet again. Ichigo pumped slowly, making sure he got every last drop inside Rukia like she demanded, before stopping entirely. As the two panted, Rukia felt his seed start to slowly leak out of her, even the plug made by his massive cock not enough to keep it contained. 'Well then, we'll just have to put some more in me. Won't we?' She decided lasciviously.
Putting her hands on Ichigo's shoulders, Rukia rolled them over so she was straddling him. "You're still hard, Ichigo. I said I wanted every drop."
Smirking up at her, he gripped her ass tightly in both hands and gave a single thrust upwards, enjoying the lewd moan she let out. "Then you had better get to work, Rukia," He challenged. Regaining her composure, she smirked down at him and placed her hands back on his chest, giving her the leverage she needed to properly bounce her hips. With this new angle, he went just as deep, but he rubbed against her insides differently than before. And of course, her mildly swollen belly added another dimension to things, letting her know just how full of her lover's cum she was. 'Not full enough.' With that, her hips quickly picked up their pace. Her ass slammed down against him hard enough to sound like she was being spanked. But then she'd pause and instead rotate her hips, grinding in a circle so Ichigo's member rubbed against every last inch of her insides.
Had she a thought to spare for him, she might have felt bad for Renji, her childhood friend whom she knew carried a torch for her. But he'd never made a move in nearly half a century and if she had her way, Ichigo was going to break her pussy and absolutely ruin her for other men. So he was fucking his mother, so what? She'd eat a load out of the milf's ass if Ichigo was stuffing hers while she did so. Nothing was going to take this feeling away from her. And so, Rukia slammed herself against Ichigo's hips, crying out like a woman possessed, her shrieks redoubling as Ichigo began to match her thrusts and drove himself that tiny bit further into her that much harder.
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As she finished dressing in one of her spare outfits, Masaki took a moment to admire her fraccion's cute little butt as she pulled her skirt up. The younger woman was exceedingly eager to help her get clean, especially when told to use her tongue. She understood why of course. Aizen gave Loly power, but "Miya" had given her purpose and, perhaps more importantly, affection. She didn't have to worry about Loly speaking against her new plans; if she suggested it, the other Arrancar would happily die for her. She wouldn't of course; even when she'd been just Miya Asama, she wouldn't have thrown away her underlings so callously. Now? Well, Loly did have a rather nice set of child-bearing hips, didn't she? Reaching out, she gave her subordinate's butt a playful slap, enjoying the squeak she let out in response.
The pair re-entered the main lounge area of her palace, only to find Menoly still contorting herself in ways that made Masaki's spine hurt just watching, though now on the floor. Orihime however, was now passed out on the couch and Michelle was nowhere in sight. A questioning look at her blonde subordinate earned an extremely painful looking shrug, the back of the girl's head almost touching her ass. "She didn't take it too well when she heard you fucked your son, Masaki-sama." Yeah, Masaki supposed she couldn't blame the girl for that. There'd been suggestions that the girl had feelings for Ichigo, so hearing he was seemingly off the market would be a pretty harsh slap in the face. That, or maybe it was the incest. Hopefully not; she fully intended for her darling son to have as many women as possible (and men if that was his thing; she'd have to ask) and young Orihime was a stunner.
Speaking of which, the girl stirred and groaned as she awoke. Slowly sitting up, she rubbed sleep from her eye rather adorably. "No more jelly on my toast; it gives me weird dreams."
"Any wet dreams?" Masaki playfully teased. Orihime 'eeped' in surprise as she looked at her, eyes wide and face scarlet as she remembered why she fainted to begin with. "That's not a no~" The older woman purred, "Ara ara, you're so cute when you're flustered. I could just eat. You. Up."
"Are you dominating your fraccion again, Miya-san?" A new voice called from the next room. Michelle entered the room and trailing her was someone Orihime hadn't met before: A green haired woman with a horned mask perched atop her head. She was actually the most modestly dressed female Arrancar Orihime had seen, having the entirety of her body from the neck down covered. It struck her as odd, given how much skin some of the others, such as Miy- er, Masaki-san showed. Upon spotting her, the newly arrived arrancar asked, "Hm? What is Aizen-sama's prisoner doing here? Wasn't she placed in Ulquiorra's care?"
Masaki smirked, the action transforming her face from a lewd older woman into something far more dangerous. "She was but I'm afraid I had to relieve the Sexta of his prisoner and his life. You see," Here her smirk widened to show an uncomfortable number of teeth, "I've decided that Aizen-sama needs to die.