Chapter 74-76: First Conquest (R-18)

Chapter 74-76: First Conquest (R-18)

Anxious eyes darted around the modest yet tastefully furnished bedroom. There, at the room’s heart, lay a plush bed adorned with two crisp pillows. Alongside, a modest table hosted a flower pot, lending a touch of life to the room. On the wall hung a clock, its steady tick-tock resonating with her throbbing heart.

She perched on the edge of the bed, her senses prickling as a quiet murmur began to intrude upon the calm. The sound rose gradually, from distant, muffled impacts to the unmistakable patter of footsteps.

The door creaked open. The man for whom she had been waiting stepped in, a towel hanging from his neck, his white hair dripping with water. He had emerged from the bath in just a pair of underwear, while she remained fully clothed, save for the white fedora concealing her horn.

“Still anxious?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she whispered, her trembling voice betraying her claim. “I ain’t anxious.”

He leaned against the door, shutting it with a drawn-out creak. As he settled onto the bed, a flicker of desire sparked in his eyes. Two months had passed since he started his new life, since he last engaged in any sexual activity. Two months of living with a sexy woman like Harribel, two agonizing months of sexual frustration to be unleashed on the beautiful tomboy.

{Poor girl is gonna break.}

“Stop staring at me,” she said, a nervous flutter tugging at her heart. “What do you want?”

“Playing the ignorant fool, are we?”

“I am not!” she retorted. “We’ve been with everyone all day... Why are we here alone now?”

It puzzled her that he had sent everyone else home yet brought her here. She had some inkling of his intentions but was apprehensive about acknowledging them.

“Who said we’re sleeping?”

She swallowed hard, her thoughts racing. “W-What else are we supposed to do on a bed?”

“You silly little goose,” he trailed his whisper as he drew closer and kissed her cheeks. “Remember our promise? I’ll let you ride me when you become an Arrancar. Time to fulfill that promise.”

Lifting her gaze, her heterochromatic eyes locked onto his blue ones. “Get on all fours then. I’ll ride you as my mount!”

“...”

She pushed his chest. “Come on!”

He caught her hand and used his grip to pull her into his embrace. His lips sought hers, and he kissed her slowly, almost tantalizingly. A sudden electric thrill darted up her spine, her heart fluttering from the hormonal surge unleashed by her first kiss.

The engagement of lips set her heart on fire.

He broke away from the kiss, a playful grin adorning his face. “I’ll have to educate you about the ride I promised.”

She sighed and nestled into his chest. His scent brought her a flood of nostalgic memories. From discovering him in the wastelands of Hueco Mundo to sharing an intimate kiss in this quiet room, they had strayed far from their days as wanderers. Her affection for him had deepened gradually. Perhaps it was because he had dragged her out of a pathetic cycle of survival and mere existence, or perhaps he had given her the confidence and courage to reach new heights. He was the reason she could proudly claim to be near the food chain in the Hollow Kingdom.

He was her first true friend, and possibly, her first mate.

Part of her wished they were still alone, while another part felt grateful for having found endearing companions in Harribel, Mila Rose, Sung-Sun, and even Cirucci.

Feeling nostalgic, she rubbed her face against his chest. “Are we doing it here?”

He was gentle as he let his hands roam over her soft curves, holding her tightly against his own hard body. “Yeah, I’ll make you my mate tonight.”

She wrapped her arms around him. “Don’t give me babies... I want to become a Vasto Lorde before any baby shenanigans.”

He expected nothing less from her. Her obsession with achieving Vasto Lorde Class dominated her priorities unless he was involved.

“No worries. I’ll be careful.”

With her explicit consent, he drew her into his arms, laying her down gently so her head nestled comfortably against the plush pillow. He hovered over her and showered her cheeks and lips with light, teasing kisses—a game of playful seduction for him that left her aching for more.

The teasing was fun for him, but for her, it was torture.

“Jerk!”

Her hands found his shoulders and yanked him closer. Their lips met in a searing kiss. This time, he took the lead in showing her the true experience of kissing. She awkwardly opened her mouth in response to his probing. The innocent deer tried her best to keep up with him in their sloppy exchange of saliva. Her novice exploration grew into a tantalizing dance of passion.

“Change into your Hollow form,” she murmured, her voice a hushed whisper, as she draped her arms around his neck. “Do it for me...”

“Sure.”

No sooner had the words left his lips than horns sprouted from his head, and a crimson gem appeared on his forehead. Folding his wings, he nestled his face in her neck, his lips grazing her skin with kisses that made her squirm beneath him. His hands roamed around her voluptuous body, pausing to undo buttons of her shirt, each loosened button unveiling more of her seductive tits to his hungry gaze.

"Ah..." she moaned softly, biting her lip as a wave of anticipation washed over her. “Something is happening to me...”

His hands traced the contours of her bra, the fabric tearing away under his eager touch. Her glorious tits sprang free with a jiggle that awakened the beast inside him. He hungrily cupped her mound and pushed them against each other.

“Ahn~, the way you’re sucking on my tits is... it’s intense and lewd.”

“It’s just the tip of the iceberg.” He buried his face in between her squeezed breasts, tickling her with his nose. The warmth and softness brought out a child-like euphoria in him. “I love boobs~.”

She couldn’t help but laugh at his innocent act. “I fucking knew you loved big boobs from the way you gawked at Mila Rose and Harribel. It was so obvious.”

Her cheeks reddened as she realized the implications of her words spoken in the heat of the moment. She had just given him ammunition to tease her more.

“Oh?” He chuckled, his tongue tracing wet patterns around her nipple. “So, you wanted a sexy body like Mila Rose to seduce me. You’re also a perv alright.”

Every nerve of her screamed for release, the anticipation more painful than anything she’d felt before. It was a delightful torture she never wished to end.

She moaned out as waves of pleasure washed over her with more intensity each time, the sensation escalating until she saw nothing but white in her head.

“Ah... K-Kazuya...”

Words failed her as she succumbed to the intense sensations. Her body jerked, and then it happened. The pressure building within her exploded, sending her crashing over the edge.

She grabbed the back of his head, her hips involuntary bucking. Her body spasmed as she squirted, a rush of wetness soaking his face and the sheets beneath them.

“Kazuya~!” she screamed, her back arching off the bed. “I’m going insane!”

He didn't stop until her body stopped shaking. Only then did he withdraw his fingers from her dripping cunt and lifted his head from between her legs. He wiped them with the back of his hand, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

“Well,” he said. “Was it good?”

She could only nod, too spent to find her voice. Her body felt boneless, pleasure still humming in her veins.

{Go on. Take your hard cock and shove it inside her.}

‘Shut up, voyeur.’

{Hmph.}

He patted her thigh. “Hey, don’t fall asleep on me.”

“I am not!” she said with a lot more energy than usual and stretched her arms. “Give a hand.”

He dragged her off the bed, getting her settled in his arms. She was quiet at first then her hands roamed his chiseled torso, kneading and caressing, provoking him with her warmth. A sultry rhythm emerged as she rolled her hips, her wet pussy sliding against his stiff cock, lathering it in her juices.

“You want to?” she whispered seductively in his ears, giving him a taste of his own temptation medicine. “I can take it all and make you cum.”

She was showing a different side of herself, one that didn’t shy from intimacy. One that thrived in love and pleasure.

He licked her ear and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. “Be a good Apacci and ride me.”

Gripping his shoulders, she rose on her knees and guided his cock to her wet entrance. The tip of his shaft nestled in her clit quite nicely and her cunt entrance clenched down immediately around him.

He shuddered as she lowered herself on him. His cock split open her cunt, stretching her insanely wide as he entered her. The penetration was slow but sure, giving her time to adjust to his size.

A shuddering breath escaped her lips, the sweet pain mingling with pleasure. “Mhmm...”

“There is no rush,” he whispered and kissed her lips. “We can start when you get accustomed.”

She shook her head and rested her chin on his shoulder. “I’m gonna move.”

Their eyes locked as she slowly began to move, her hips grinding against his in a erotic rhythm. His hands were drawn to her sexy hips as he firmly gripped them and guided her lascivious dance. Her rhythm was slow and sensual. With each rise and fall, she took him deeper and deeper to the edge of pleasure. Her moans echoed like a melody in his ears, his name rolling off her tongue in sultry whimpers.

She had several little climaxes during her seductive dance across his lap.

“Harder...” she gasped, her nail digging into his back as she swung her hips up and down with no abandon.

An explosive orgasm consumed her, her pussy clenching around him in uncontrollable and delicious spasms. Her unrestrained surrender was the trigger to his own climax. With a growl that echoed in the room and a final powerful thrust, he spilled his hot seed into her.

Spent and satisfied, she slumped onto him, her body quivering with the aftershocks of her climax. He wrapped his arms around her, securing her trembling form against his. Their chests rose and fell in harmony, their sweat-drenched bodies tangled in blissful satisfaction. His cock remained lodged within her, a warm, pulsating reminder of their raw, unbridled passion for each other.

“Kazuya...” she whispered in his ears. “I declare to the world that you’re my lover... and my mate.”

“How about being my wife?”

“It’s the same thing, silly goose.”

“Eh, whatever.”

She giggled. “I want to accompany you to the Soul Society. I know I can’t but I want to!”

“Are you addicted to sex?”

“I just want to stay with you...” she tightened her arms around him and nuzzled her face close to his neck. “Like this... forever.”

Now, whether intentional or not, she was provoking feelings of guilt in him about his impending departure for the Soul Society. The guilt was amplified by the fact that another woman was largely the reason for his leaving.

{Fuck Unohana. We’re doing it for Hōgyoku. We need that power to survive Yhwach. You cannot rely on Ichigo to save the day in this world.}

He found himself nodding to Nami’s reason. “Apacci, don’t be stubborn. I promise I’ll take leave every now and then.”

“Okay...”

“I want more. Can you still go?”

“Of course!”

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It's the longest I have gone in a harem story without lemons. You guys decide if it was worth it or not.