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.”

Her back arched at his teasing touch, her moan filling the room. “Um… I wanted you to look at me the same way you looked at Mila Rose... Yes, I was jealous of her and Harribel.”

Now that they were together, she didn’t feel much about being honest about her envious feelings. Rather, she looked at him eagerly as though waiting for him to judge her ‘bad side’.

“I made you insecure,” he whispered and gave her a soft smile. “I’ll try to avoid these situations in the future.”

He was inexperienced in handling more than one relationship. Now he had the challenge of balancing his affection among four lovers and keeping them all happy. The responsibility, however, also came with four lovers to care for his physical and mental well-being.

{Four times the baby-making sex!}

He completely filtered out the cheerful voice in his head.

Apacci pulled him closer, his face buried further into the warmth of her chest. “Take this as a reward for me being a silly goose.”

After a couple of moments of being spoiled, he broke free from her hug and kissed her lips. “I’m gonna take off your pants and then I’ll fuck you silly.”

Working on her belt, he tugged her pants down her legs and threw them with nonchalance. A barely visible damp patch on her black underwear made him smirk. He traced a gentle kiss over it before stripping her of the final barrier between them.

The tomboy was left in a half-unbuttoned shirt, showcasing her wet pussy eager to be penetrated. He had to say she looked like the sexiest woman on the planet. But he couldn’t be hasty as it was her first time.

Taking matters into her own hands, she tossed her shirt to the floor. “I won’t let you toy with me all day!”

She wasn’t the one to keep taking offense. Pushing him off her, she pushed him down on the bed and dragged his underwear down to his ankles. She was struck speechless as his fully-erect member popped out of his underwear. Her hiking breath caressed the sensitive skin of his penis.

He raised his body and found her utterly absorbed in the sight before her. For nearly a minute, she just stared at his cock, observing every thick vein and taking in his scent. Her previous enthusiasm had all but faded after she came face to face with the monster hiding inside his underwear.

He couldn’t help but smile. “You like it?”

A shiver ran down the Arrancar’s spine as she hurriedly bobbed her head. “It’s… It’s bigger than I imagined… You’re a beast!”

Gently, he caressed her horn and lowered her head, bringing her closer to his eager cock. “You know what to do now?”

She wrapped her fingers around its veiny girth, her five fingers hardly covering the length of his shaft. “I need to suck it…?”

It was an uncertain suggestion that came out of nowhere, yet the thought had lodged itself in her mind. As she tucked her hair behind her ears, she lowered her head cautiously, her tongue darting out to taste him. A raised brow and a couple of slow, exploratory licks signaled her unexpected enjoyment of the taste of his cock. 

She grew more daring, her tongue swirling around the very top of his cock before she sealed the act with an unabashedly lustful kiss atop his bulbous crown.

Her eyes fluttered up to meet him as she began to slide her lips along his shaft. “Like this?”

He lightly moaned at her kiss. “Uhhmm. You’re doing good.”

His praise was the encouragement she needed to go all out. Her cheeks suctioned in a lewd manner as her tongue continuously teased his sensitive penis. Her bobbing head became more deliberate, maintaining a rhythm that was focused on the upper half of his magnificent cock. Unconsciously, his hand found her horn, tightening his grip and using it to guide her actions. A wild thought of her having two handlebars flitted through his mind before the intensifying pleasure drove it away.

He had to take a pause to catch his breath, and to hold back his rapidly approaching orgasm. It was her first attempt but she somehow seemed better than his previous lover. 

‘Previous life experience?’

He barely had the chance to ponder before pleasure clouded his thoughts.

“Apacci,” he called her name in a husky voice. “I’m close…”

She only blinked at his warning and removed her hand from around his penis. Without slowing down or giving him a moment of respite, she continued bobbing her head down his member. This time, she didn’t stop halfway and slid her lips down his saliva-covered penis, only stopping when he hit the back of her throat. Her tongue worked on his sensitive tip, her gaze still locked on him even as blush warmed her cheeks.

It was the visual of her love, combined with her devoted efforts, that took away his control.

A groan left his throat as he held her in place with her horn and let out a massive load of semen. Her eyes widened as the twitching penis filled her mouth with slimy fluids. She came off of his cock with a pop and coughed, white semen trickling down her lips. 

“S-Sorry. That was too much.”

He took a moment, a breath, to gather himself before he slouched and smiled at her, a hand reaching to gently stroke her hair. “It’s fine. You did really well.”

Puffing her chest, she wiped her mouth and quickly closed the distance between them to hug him. Her breasts squeezed against his chest under the ample force, and her erect nipples tickled him.

Despite her arousal and despite her sexual urges barely satisfied, she found genuine content in his arms.

“See. I’m better than Mila Rose could ever be—” her words fell short when she felt him harden again, poking her waist. For some reason, she was under the misconception that his flaccid member signaled the end of their sexual act.

As she’d come to realize, her assumption couldn’t be further from the truth.

Gripping her round, firm ass, he hoisted her up, and then she found herself thudding back onto the bed. A rush of déjà vu surged through her, memories of the moments when he had so teasingly toyed with her perky breasts — she was back in the same position.

The process echoed the same moments — a trail of heated kisses beginning from her neck, migrating to the valley of her chest, then making a sensuous journey down her toned stomach. Skillfully avoiding her Hollow hole, he arrived at her crotch and planted an electrifying smooch right on her swollen clit.

“I wonder why you are so wet?”

She squirmed at his question. However, he pushed her ankles and raised her knees. With everything set and ready, he methodically spread her pussy lips with his thumbs, revealing her glistening petals. Not wasting another moment, he dove in, his tongue gliding along her slick folds. His face buried between her thighs, he navigated her depths and searched for her sweet spots. His tongue continued its slow exploration, swirling and pressing, the slight suction causing her to gasp. His steady rhythm built an agonizing tension within her, spreading heat that made her writhing body glisten with sweat.

The room filled with the intoxicating sounds of her pleasure-filled moans and the wet slaps of his tongue against her.

She was reduced to a quivering mess beneath him.

“Oh…” she cried out, her hands instinctively gripping the sheets. Her breath hitched in her throat as the sensations overtook her senses.

He savored the taste of her love juices, her soft moans fueling his masterful act. He took things further as he prodded her entrance with a finger and slowly plunged it inside her, her walls clamping down on it instantly. He inserted another finger and expertly curled them inside of her, hitting the sweet spots that made her muscles clenched.

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!”

…

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