Un-Hollowed (Bleach)

Summary: To save Orihime, Ichigo invades Hueco Mundo alone... and learns a trick to sway the female Arrancar to his side. Happy Halloween! Octobor's Fandom Poll winner. 

A/N: Didn’t really vibe with any of my first ideas for a Bleach Story. And I wanted to give the Hollow girls some attention, so here we are. Unfortunately, this series was one of the few series that I really enjoyed, but never wrote anything for. I’ve got a decent-sized stack of half-written, unpublished prompts in my catalog. Bleach was not one of them.

Please forgive me for taking some liberties with the powers, story arcs, and general world logic here. I’ve always loved Tier Harribel and Nelliel, and thought they didn’t get enough attention.

Chapter One: Unexpected Circumstances.

A rip in space.

Amidst a vast, barren desert, beneath a deep, endless night sky, a man stood alone. His black Shihakusho fluttered in the breeze that flowed over this empty plane. It was his Shihakusho, and the sword on his back that identified him as a Soul Reaper. Enemy of the Hollows. Coming here, to this world, was reckless, foolish, and arrogant.

But that was Ichigo.

Every step in this place was treacherous. He’d be challenged ceaselessly, until he prevailed or he died. This time, he was alone. He brought no allies to this hellish place. No one could save him should he falter. If he made a mistake, it would be fatal.

The death of him… and the death of Orihime.

Yet this tall, muscular orange-haired human, stood with a cocky smirk on his face. The large, cleaver-like blade on his back seemed to hum, ready for war.

He pulled up the brown cloak he wore around his shoulders, covering his mouth as the sand started to tremble around him.

Seconds later, beasts burst from the ground, shaped like monstrous animals, they attacked with claws, pincers, pronged tails, and sharp teeth.

His muscles flexed, eyes cold as ice. He swung his sword, burning every last ounce of anxiety, fear, worry, concern, all the emotions broiling in his heart. He let them all out with a cry.

“Gestuga… TENSHO!”

With a blinding flash of blue light, the desert was cleaved in two. A crescent moon of energy lash out, carving deep a path through sand, and the bones of Hollow Masks.

He let out a single breath, and sheathed his sword again, as all the Hollows around him turned to dust.

He was here, and he was ready. He was going to bring Orihime back, or die trying. Nothing would stop him.

“Orihime… I’m coming!”

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Three Days Later

“Idiocy! Foolish, brash, blundering lunatic!”

It was strange to see Yoruichi so worked up. Urahara smiled to himself with a small grin on his face, covered by his fluttering fan.

Those piercing, amber cat eyes glared at him.

“You allowed this..! No, you co-operated! There’s no way the boy could get to Hueco Mundo alone. This was YOUR doing!”

He shrugged carelessly.

“Are you enjoying this?” Her eyes narrowed dangerously, and Urahara felt a feeling similar to a blade beneath his neck.

He swallowed and laughed nervously, “Haha, well… It’s what he wanted!”

Her eye twitched.

“Unbelievable..!” She hissed.

He snapped his fan closed and raised both hands innocently, “Hey, there’s nothing wrong with putting faith in the kid. He’s powerful, confident, and hell-bent on rescuing his friend…”

“We BOTH know he’s not ready for the forces there.”

Urahara smiled mysteriously, “You’d be surprised.” Yoruichi narrowed her eyes further, “He’s a rather impossible circumstance in the first place. I didn’t let him go on a whim. I genuinely believe he will prevail here.”

“What?”

Urahara laughed and fanned his face, looking pleased.

“Sigh…” Yoruichi rolled her eyes and turned away from him, “You’re impossible. To think I wasted my time helping train these kids. Then he ran off alone! Ugh… But… It’s only been three days. How much chaos could he have possibly caused?”

A shiver ran down her spine as the words slipped from her mouth. A foreboding feeling washed over her. She hid it well.

“Well… In that place…” She muttered to herself, “Even if he survived for three restless days. Hunted night and day, he will give out eventually… And then…”

Urahara’s eyes sparkled without worry.

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Hueco Mundo - Same Time

Ichigo walked up the steps of ‘Los Noches’ the Hollow Night Palace. Every step was solemn, silent, and contemplative.

Three days he endured hell. But, like everything else, he prevailed. He struggled terribly, but overcame that weakness, and grew stronger. It went against nature, the rate at which he grew, but to Ichigo, that was normal. He did not even question it.

As he rose the last few steps, he finally came face to face with his quarry.

Sosuke Aizen, sitting upon his glorious ‘throne’ ruling as the King of the Hollows.

It was absurd.

It almost brought a smile to his face, the look on Aizen’s. That confident, proud, infuriating, ‘holier-than-thou’ smirk that he wore when blocking Ichigo’s sword with one finger was now completely gone. Now he wore a cold, serious, perhaps even angry look.

“Ichigo Kurosaki.” He said at first, as Ichigo slowly walked across the huge throne room, “I have so many things to say to you. I always imagined the greatest satisfaction in this meeting, once you’ve realized just how much CONTROL I've always had…”

“...” Ichigo met his gaze silently, not rising to provocation.

“But then…” Aizen balled up his fist, “You break into my home, cutting down the army I’ve delicately prepared here. That was okay. They were all useless anyway… but when my Espada was sent to put you down…”

His eyes finally revealed the anger lurking behind them, “Noveno (9th) Aaroniero… Octava (8th) Szayelaporro… Septema (7th) Zommari… Sexta (6th)... Grimmjow…” His finger tapped on the arm of his throne as his irritation grew, “All of them… Their Fraccion… you destroyed them…”

“Why?”

Aizen’s cold tone was broken by frustration, “WHY?!” He slammed a fist on his chair, “Why are you here? What drives you to such madness? Do you even know my goal? Why I am building this army? Why all these years were spent with meticulous planning, and precise execution?”

“Orihime.” Ichigo shrugged, “I do not care about anything else.”

“The girl… of course… I expected this too…” Aizen sagged into his chair, “The only mistake I made… perhaps… Oh yes, she’s here, and unharmed. Her power is… fascinating… necessary, I believe.”

“Now tell me…” Aizen settled his expression, and raised a hand. Behind him, Orihime was in a cage. To his side, stood his strongest, Nnoitra, Ulquiorra, Barragan, and the giant Yammy Llargo.

“Where are the others..?” Aizen muttered.

Ichigo ignored him. He met Orihime’s eyes. She was crying, and shouting at him, but he was too far to hear. He didn’t need to. Even if he couldn’t read her lips, he already knew what she was saying.

“Where… are… they?” Aizen whispered with barely kept rage.

The thing that infuriated Aizen the most… was not the ones that Ichigo had killed.

Ichigo turned his head, and looked back from where he had come.

One by one, figures dressed in boney white rose from the grand staircase, walking up to join Ichigo’s side.

The first, calm, confident, and bold. Bright yellow hair identified her at once. Her bronze skin setting her aside from the others. Perhaps the most eye-catching in the room, if not for her tall, amazonian build, her unique outfit stood out, even among the strange fashion of the Hollows. Her massive bust was tightly constrained by a shoulder jacket. A jacket which barely covered the full size of her round breasts, leaving her abundant under-boob plain to see.

“Tier Harribel.” Ichigo called her by name. He was thankful to her.

The next wore a cracked mask on the side of her head. Her soft curls flowed down her shoulders, eye-catching, with the vibrant green color of her hair. She had a voluptuous figure that rivaled Tier, though she was not as tall.

“Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck.” He couldn’t forget her name even if he tried. The woman that kept him sane, here in hell.

The next was short and petite. A living memory of a terrible battle. Her sparkling pink eyes were filled with tears when they met, but regained their cheerfulness in time.

“Lilynette Gingerbuck.” Ichigo muttered as he stared at her sadly. It was strange, how a Hollow could care so much for another. Perhaps it was because they were linked in some way. When the battle was over, and Coyote Starkk, her other half, was dying on the ground, she cried just like a human would. Ichigo would have never left her there.

“Emilou Apacci. Franceska Mila Rose. Cyan Sung-Sun.” The three members of Tier’s Fraccion.

It wasn’t just them. One by one, gathered in small groups, female hollows came up from the staircase one after another.

All of them gathered behind Ichigo.

Slowly, he turned back to Aizen.

Aizen’s face was filled with rage.

It was not the rampant slaughter of his men that pushed Aizen over the edge. It was the disruption of his plans… and the betrayal of his own army.

“I see…” Aizen’s hand went slack, leaving the crushed rubble of his armrest to crumble away, “So that’s how it is… I was wondering why Tier, Nelliel, even Lilynette were all refusing my summons… Now I understand. With them together… even Coyote could fall…”

Aizen rose to his feet, just as the gathered Arrancar took guarding positions at his sides. Ichigo now saw Gin and Kaname with him as well.

“Well then…” Aizen closed his eyes, “Let’s clean up this mess quickly now…” He reached for his blade, drawing Kyoka Suigetsu from its sheath.

That was Aizen’s first mistake. He, for a second, closed his eyes.

They snapped open again, and were shocked wide. He was staring straight into Ichigo’s calm, cold brown eyes. Ichigo’s hand was clasped around Kyoka Suigetsu. The sheer speed of the orange haired man’s movements sent a terrible shiver of uncertainty down Aizen’s spine.

“Yeah…” Ichigo said calmly, “They told me about that little trick too.”

Aizen’s guards shouted and drew blades, falling on Ichigo in panicked surprise.

“Die!” Uliquorra was first, his blackened, extended claws aiming for the human’s heart.

Clang~!

It was deflected… then completely overpowered. A long, thick hollow blade carried unbelievable strength, batting Ulquiorra away like a fly. Tier Harribel stood at Ichigo’s side, her calm monotone ringing in the palace, “You are no match for him.”

Uliqourra’s emotionless eyes didn’t blink, and gathered a blackish green ball of energy, firing immediately at this apparent traitor.

Again, it was matched by a flash of gleaming, blinding gold energy. And once again, Harribel overpowered him. With a loud explosion, Uliquorrra was blasted out the palace walls.

“Nor… are you a match for me.” Harribel said quietly. She was 3 and he was 4. It was the nature of this place that she would win… however, she was 3 BEFORE she met Ichigo… now..?

“BASTARD!”

At the same time, Nnoitra, in a rage, lashed out at Ichigo.

“AAAARRRGH!”

He screamed in utter agony, as he was stricken by overwhelming force. A moment later, he was impaled. Pinned to the palace walls by the power of a massive lance. He spat out blood as his lifeforce drained away, glaring up into the confident, gleaming hazel eyes of Nelliel.

“Heh.” She smirked at him, “That felt good.”

“Y-you..!” Nnoitra spat, looking up with crazed eyes, “You’re dead! Even if you kill me… you’re not strong enough for the others..!”

Nelliel grinned slowly, “You don’t need to worry about that. I didn’t attack you first because you were a threat. Rather, Harribel and I were getting rid of the nuisances… so the real battle could begin.”

Nnoitra’s eyes filled with rage, dismissed as a ‘nuisance’ as Nelliel ended his miserable existence.

“You…” Aizen’s voice trembled, as he met Ichigo’s eyes straight on, “You’ve exceeded my highest expectations… my estimations… Tell me… how far have you..?”

Ichigo didn’t blink, nor look away from Aizen, even as blades came down from his sides. Braggon. Yammy. Gin. Kaname. They all unleashed attacks with all their strength.

Ichigo breathed in a short breath. Their swords seemed to inch closer and closer, slowly. Then he quietly said, “Let’s do this together…”

“What?” Aizen breathed. For a moment, it felt to Aizen like the two were locked in time. This one second, drawn out to infinity. This mysterious kid… no, this man in front of him, who blew through all his trails, surpassed his expectations. He was so much more than Aizen could have anticipated. It was almost frightening. It was exciting.

For a second, Aizen believed that they would join hands. The strongest ally he could’ve ever imagined. Aizen’s heart skipped a beat in excitement… until Ichigo opened his mouth, and ruthlessly crushed it.

Ichigo confidently smirked, “I wasn’t talking to you.” Inwardly, Ichigo felt at peace, “Zangetsu.”

“Hahahahah! Now you’re acting like a real king! C’mon Ichigo this is the first time our thoughts have been so aligned. LET’S SLAY THEM ALL!”

Ichigo let out his breath.

A white and red painted mask covered half of his face.

“Bankai.”

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The blank, unmoving horizon of Hueco Mundo was for once, disturbed. A huge dust cloud billowed in the air, sand blown far across the stretching, desolate plane.

The roars of Hollows that haunted this place perpetually, were strange. They were not cries of agony, hatred, or predation. They were filled with instinct. Fear.

The Hollow Night Palace was crumbling to the ground.

Hollows of every ‘tier’ ran fleeing from the raging battle that blasted shockwaves for miles all around the palace.

By the time the dust settled, the simple truth of the matter was revealed.

Aizen lay in the rubble of his ruined palace, bloody and defeated. Ichigo stood before him, undamaged.

Ichigo looked down at him with a neutral face, “It’s a shame Aizen. You had this whole time to puzzle what you missed… but even until the end, you couldn’t see it.”

It wasn’t something that Ichigo had planned. It was a stroke of luck, happenstance, or perhaps just nature at work.

When pushed to one’s limits, there are only two options. Overcome, or perish. That was a fundamental law of nature. Evolution.

Though, sometimes it happens in mysterious ways.

Looking off to the side, he spotted Tier Harribel. The blonde, amazonian woman was hard to miss. But if one looked closely, you would notice something missing… or rather, something that was supposed to be missing, that wasn’t.

Her bronze, toned navel was exposed beneath her tight Espada shoulder jacket. From the bottom of her breasts, down to the line of her skirt, was nothing but tight, smooth skin.

There was no sign of a Hollow’s hole.

When he first met her, Harribel’s Hollow was located on her stomach, specifically right where her womb would be. Now, it was once again ‘whole’. It was not a coincidence that this happened when Ichigo appeared. Somehow, he was the cause.

And with her ‘hollow’ turned ‘whole’, he saw the remembrance of her emotions. Happiness, anger, joy, hurt, eagerness, disappointment… Arousal… and finally… rebellion.

It wasn’t just her emotions. Her reiatsu flooded like a broken dam, surging with newfound power. This was Aizen’s true downfall. Tier and Nelliel’s new evolution. The look on Aizen’s face as Tier and Nelliel tore through his ranks, his guard, his army… was priceless.

Aizen may have matched him. Hell, Aizen may have defeated him here… but when Ichigo was flanked by two deadly, ferocious Arrancar, who defended his life like it was their own… Aizen was overwhelmed.

“They’ve changed.” He said to himself, staring at the gathering of Hollow women slowly walking toward him, “No… I can’t call them Hollow anymore. They’re something new now. An Evolution beyond your precious, ‘Vasto Lord’?”

There was no response.

Ichigo sighed, and stuffed his hands in his pockets, “Well, that’s just how it is now. I’m not the kind of guy to think about it too deeply… besides…” Ichigo stared at the girls more closely, noticing smiles, cheers, and playful banter. The excitement of victory, “Looking at them… they look pretty Human to me.”

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Later

After the battle, Ichigo reasoned he’d earned some well-deserved rest. After assuring Orihime time and time again that he was fine, healthy, and certainly not a dream she was about to wake up from… He put her to bed in one of the few remaining towers left standing in Las Noches.

He figured he had at least one more night before someone came to investigate how his little jaunt to Hueco Mundo went.

For now… He retired to rest.

But he was not alone.

“Mmm…” A delightful voice tickled his ear, “You fought so well, Ichigo…”

He felt arms around his neck, breath on his ear, and hands sliding down his chest. He turned his head to see the wavy green hair and hazel eyes of Nelliel. When he found her in the wastes, he never imagined what a bombshell she really was. It was only through sheer coincidence, in a bloody battle with the Eighth Espada that Nelliel was reverted to her true form.

That was still his first day in the wastes.

And the first night that followed… led to surprising revelations.

“Ichigo?” He smirked at her with a playfulness that would be shocking to anyone who knew him.

“Teehee~” Nelliel giggled in his ear, “Would you prefer me to call you Ichi~?”

Before he could respond she slithered away, pulling her warm, soft body away from his. He turned and looked at her.

Her bony armor was cast off completely. The plates were now more of an aesthetic part of her powers, that deactivated whenever she wanted. Instead, she wore a tight green tank top, and a small pair of matching color shorts.

He was always amazed by how good she looked.

Not only was she stunningly beautiful, and able to put any model in the human world to shame, but she was also one of the curviest girls he knew. Her round, plump breasts stretched that poor tank top to bursting, her creamy cleavage nearly popping out, while the spaghetti straps failed to contain the soft, enticing side-boob that slipped out the sides. Only Rangiku could top tits of this size and shape.

But it wasn’t just her boobs. As she turned and strutted away from him, his eyes were glued to the tight, perfectly sculpted shape of her large ass. Her thick but firm cheeks peeked out the bottom of her too-small booty-hugging shorts, teasing him with a stimulating view of one of the best asses he’d ever seen.

Her long, slender legs were sexy. She swayed her hips from side to side sensually, while stepping on her bare tip-toes. She sashayed over to the center of the room, where there was a large soft looking bed, she climbed up slowly, looking over her shoulder with a playful grin. She flipped over and laid out, crossing her legs.

“Well, Ichi… Are you going to join me?”

It was amazing how much she’d changed. As a Hollow, she seemed so much more… expressive than any other he met. But it still felt… hollow. Like she was acting like a child, not expressing like one. It was a mask. One she didn’t have anymore.

Now she felt genuine excitement, joy, happiness… Arousal, sensuality, carnal desires.

She grinned at him, and beckoned him with a finger.

He was drawn to her wordlessly.

“Starting without me?”

He turned his head to see Tier there in the doorway. She leaned on the doorframe, staring right at him with smokey, unreadable eyes. She didn’t wear the bony armor of her combat apparel either, but kept her white Espada Jacket. Her tanned boobs were just as huge as Nelliel's, perhaps drawing even closer to Rankigu’s monstrous titties. In that tight, titty-squeezing jacket, they presented the most glorious underboob in the world.

Below, the chiseled lines of her toned, bronze abs provided a stunning view. Her wide hips and toned thighs were prominently displayed by a white skirt. It was short enough to proudly show off almost every inch of her muscular legs. A glance from the side would flash an incredible view, the way it curved so snugly around the vast, round shape of her incredible ass. Just barely long enough to keep every juicy detail hidden from view.

Her lips were obscured by the high collar of her jacket, and her eyes were calm and stoic as ever… but Ichigo knew there was a hidden passion lurking there, eagerly waiting beneath the surface.

She walked over to him confidently, placing a rather tender hand on his chest, before passing him by and joining Nelliel on the bed.

She was a woman whose very presence demanded attention. His eyes followed her naturally.

She laid on the side of her legs, on arm casually supporting her on the bed. Her vibrant green eyes stared at him, waiting.

“C’mon Ichi~” Now Nelleil was lying on her stomach, elbows propped with her hands under her chin. Her arms squeezed together her bountiful boobs, drawing even more attention to her overflowing cleavage.

She giggled at him, and playfully fluttered her eyelashes, “You’re not going to leave us ladies waiting are you?”

He strode forward with a confident grin, joining the two ladies on the bed. He cupped Nelliel’s chin with his hand, admiring just how beautiful this fully developed woman was. Then he leaned down to steal her lips in a passionate kiss.

Nelliel’s soft pink tongue was playful, eagerly teasing Ichigo as their lips stayed sealed together. He felt her slender fingers run across his chest, before sliding into the V of his robe, and lightly pushing it off his shoulders. Another pair of hands joined from behind, sliding around his waist to reach for his sash. It was effortlessly pulled apart, as his clothes were pulled away from him.

Now Nelliel giggled with delight, playfully drawing back from their kiss, licking her lips, while she eyed his muscular chest with appreciation. She made a show of leaning down, keeping her big eyes looking up into his, as she showered his muscles with worshipful kisses.

He turned his head as he felt a pair of massive, soft pillows squish around his left arm, smothering his muscle in warmth. He turned his head to meet Harribel’s soulful gaze. Even if he couldn’t see half her face because of that mask, he could tell what she was feeling just from her eyes.

He brought his hands up to her white shoulder jacket, and grabbed the zipper. It began at the bottom, just above the heavy-hanging shelf of her gigantic boobs. He tugged it upward.

Ziiiip~

It was one of the most erotic views in the world. Tier Harrbiel’s massive bronze-colored titties slowly pushed their way out of the tight confines of her jacket, nearly bursting free. Inch after inch of delicious, moca cleavage tightly squeezed together in a wondrous valley, was bared to his eyes. On her left breast, the number 3 slipped into view as the zipper trailed upward. Then finally, he made it all the way to her face.

Harribel grabbed her own breasts, holding the jacket tight to cover her nipples while Ichigo looked into her eyes. Then, pop, her jacket opened, and her face was revealed to him. Her plush lips, and blue striking tattoos. Her face was as stoic as ever, but her lips were slightly parted… the look in her eyes told him what she wanted.

He leaned in and gave her the same kiss he gave to Nelliel. The moment their lips touched, Harribel ignited with passion. She pressed her squishy soft chest firmly against his side, as she leaned into him with a hot, open-mouthed kiss.

If Nelliel was playful and teasing with her tongue, Harribel was wild, greedy, and downright lustful. It was as if all the things she hesitated to say aloud, or the emotions she couldn’t convey on her face, were all unleashed through this wet, sloppy kiss.

When they broke off, a string of salvia connecting their lips, Harribel finally pulled her jacket open, letting those bronze, naked titties come dropping down on her chest with ripples like waves. Instantly that vast sea of chocolate titty flesh was attacked by firm, strong hands. Ichigo’s fingers eagerly dug into the softness of her chest, groping as much of the overflowing titty-flesh as he could fit between his fingers.

Harribel moaned softly, not disguising her voice as she dropped her jacket behind her, and brought her strong arms around his neck. She stared down at him with half-lidded, sexy eyes and pulled him into her boobs. Ichigo gladly let her smother him with the soft meat of her titties, licking and sucking at her supple skin.

Meanwhile, he heard a playful giggle, and felt a pair of naughty fingers around his waist. His trousers were shucked down, and he flicked his gaze down just in time to see Nelliel’s face smacked by his impressive endowment.

The green-haired woman looked so sexy, peering up at him with one-half of her face covered by the veiny shaft of his thick cock. She giggled again for him, nuzzling into his member’s heat, before she opened her lips and slid out her tongue.

Sllllrrrrrp~

She took her time, playfully running her delicate tongue all the way up his long shaft, before she started teasing the tip with swirling licks. She mewled as she felt one of his strong hands reach down and grab her hair firmly, holding her right where he wanted her.

“You taste so delicious Ichi~!” She mewled.

Ichigo didn’t respond, too busy groping one of Harribel’s heavy boobies in one hand, while sucking loudly on the puffy pink nipple of her other breast. The blonde woman moaned gutterally, running her fingers through his hair. She was beginning to grind her body up against him, drawing pleasure from every point their bodies touched.

It felt amazing, making this busty, powerful woman moan under his touch. These girls had spent so long Hollow, that every little sensation he could give them made them eagerly lean into his touch. Now every fleeting touch on their sensitive skin was like electricity.

That was how Tier Harribel, the third Espada, fell victim to his hands, leaning on him and panting in his ear. Her body shivered under his every touch until her quiet, soft moaning rose louder and louder. Then…

“Ahhgnn..!” Harribel’s eyes squeezed shut as she bit her lip. Her erotic voice slipped free, letting him hear the way she came, just from a little bit of diligent teasing on her sensitive breasts and nipples.

“Already?” Nelliel’s eyes sparkled with pleasant surprise, “Wow Harribel… Ichigo must’ve been touching you ju~ust right, huh?”

As Harribel shivered in his arms, and their lips met in a brief, but passionate exchange of tongues and spit, she gasped with breath, “More… Let me feel you more… Ichigo…” Harribel’s gentle, begging tone fueled his own rising arousal.

“Don’t worry…” Ichigo’s voice came out in a low growl, “We have all the time in the world. Let me see you two together now. It’s time to celebrate.”

Nelliel’s soft pink lips were busy planting big kisses down Ichigo’s shaft, and broke off with one last long smooch on his round balls. Then she bounced up with happiness, and gleefully said, “Alright~! Let’s have some fun~!”

Then she grabbed the hem of her green tank-top and in a flash sent it flying overhead.

Boing~!

With such a dramatic, sudden titty-drop, Nelliel’s abundant boobies bounced on her chest in enticing waves, taking several seconds before they finally jiggled into place. Her two pale white globes starkly contrasted with Harribel’s darker melons, capped with bubblegum pink nipples.

His mouth watered just looking at them, already eager for a taste. But Nelliel wasn’t done yet.

Never shy, the girl gave him a wink, knowing what she was doing as she hooked her thumbs into her bottoms and wiggled them down her round, soft butt. Ichigo’s keen eyes were glued to the unveiling of Nelliel’s soft, plush thighs squished together tightly. He saw a little white band of tiny panties slide down alongside her shorts, and between her legs… a little tuft of green bush, her most private place still hidden by her closed legs.

“Are you sure this isn’t enough..? Ichigo?” Harribel stayed beside him for a moment, lifting her arms in the air. Standing on her knees on the bed, she cut a jaw-dropping spectacle. Her electric green eyes were back to their unyielding gaze… but her lips slightly curled into a sensual, teasing smile.

With her hands lifted behind her head, the full scope of her giant bronze titties were accentuated. Those heavy huge melons looked so unbelievably soft and squeezable when contrasting against the sharp lines of her taut abs and the muscles of her arms. It was like all the womanly softness gathered in one place, waiting to smother him in bliss.

Ichigo gladly would’ve squeezed her in his arms, and spent another hour just worshiping those glorious titties… but these ladies still had more to unveil for him. He grinned back at her.

“Believe me, Tier, those are PLENTY…” Ichigo reached around her thin waist, until his hands fell upon her firm ass, “But this..!” He squeezed with all his might, fingers digging through a layer of soft, womanly fat, and into the firm muscle of Harribel’s thick ass.

“This deserves some attention too.”

Tier Harribel didn’t seem like the kind of woman to tease. She seemed like the type to take what she desires without putting on airs… but maybe Nelliel’s presence rubbed off on her.

She held his gaze for a second, and let her smile curl up mysteriously. Then she slowly crawled up the bed to join Nelliel… Thrusting that thick, huge booty in his direction. Ichigo nearly swallowed his spit, as another legendary view overtook his vision.

Tier’s tiny skirt struggled to stay down, tightly pulled down the massive curve of her doughy asscheeks. Every time her legs shifted, it rode higher up her thick, toned thighs, teasing him with glimpses just beneath. Then finally, when she came up beside Nelliel, she looked over her shoulder with smokey eyes, her long eyelashes accenting that smoldering look.

She leaned forward, pressing her soft tits into the mattress below, while keeping her fat bottom up in the air behind.

With almost a snapping sound, the skirt lost its struggle with Harribel’s incredible ass, snapping up to her waist in a flash. In just one moment, the vast round globes of her bronze ass were unwrapped. Between those mouthwatering cheeks, she wore a snug little thong that vanished in the cavernous crack of her juicy ass.

He saw between those statuesque thighs of hers, a tight white strip of cloth, that dug into the soft-looking lips of her pussy. He could see the full shape of her lower lips in her obscene camel-toe.

She was still looking at him. With those sinful, unblinking bedroom eyes. She softly smirked at him, and shook her butt back and forth, “If you want to see the rest… Come take it off yourself.”

Ichigo would use his teeth, if he had to.

“Muu~ Ichi~!” Nelliel whined at him, fluttering her eyelashes to catch his attention, “You’re not giving me equal attention..!”

Then she leaned back until she was lying beside Harribel on her back. She ran her hands down her soft legs… then spread them open wide. Her slender fingers dipped between her thighs, tenderly rubbing circles into the soft pink folds of her naked pussy, “Am I not sexy enough for you?” Nelliel’s voice dropped from her cutesy, ditsy tone, into that of a sexual, cock-teasing woman.

She moaned dramatically, dipping a finger down into the snug walls of her tight pussy, while the other hand took a big squeeze of her marshmallowy chest, the soft flesh nearly swallowing up her fingers as she squeezed.

“C’mon, Ichigo…” Nelliel said with pink cheeks, beckoning him into her soft body with lustful eyes, “I’ve been thinking about you all day..! I fought hard to help you, didn't I?”

He stalked toward them, eyeing both of their naked, bodacious bodies. These two were built like sin. He could hardly believe they were lying in his bed, waiting for his touch, his cock, and his every command. That, to him, was the craziest thing about this whole mess.

Still, he was a hot-blooded young man. He wouldn’t keep these two waiting.

“Both of you need to be patient.” Ichigo said firmly.

Smack~!

Tier moaned sensually, eyes fluttering, as she felt a strong, powerful palm come crashing down on her thick asscheek. Her delicious, chocolate tush rippled under the mighty blow, but she didn’t even flinch. Instead, she started grinding that heavy butt back into his palm, silently begging for more of his touch.

“Aaahnn…!” Nelliel moaned erotically, as suddenly she felt a hand over hers, guiding her fingers deeper into her own walls. She met Ichigo’s eyes as he took hold of her hand and slowly started to make her finger-fuck herself. She whined and gasped, tingling all over.

Her mouth fell open to whine again, and beg for more… but she was silenced by thin fingers shoved into her mouth. Her eyes went wide as she tasted a sweet, delicious nectar. Her own juices, covering her own fingers, that Ichigo stuffed in her mouth to shut her up.

Then it was HIS fingers plugging her leaky twat, and Nellial arched her back with a blissful moan, “Yesss~ Ichi~!”

With his other hand, he roughly jerked up Tier’s slutty thong, making the blonde, amazonian woman let out a girlish shriek as the cloth unexpectedly dug into the sensitive lips of her pussy, “Ichigo!”

He smirked as he caught the faintest blush on Tier’s face, before jerking her soaked, tiny panties down her muscular thighs, and plunging his fingers into her slippery cunt as well. The two girls devolved into impassioned moans and cries of ‘More~!’ while Ichigo’s dexterous fingers started pistoning into their juicy walls.

He relished in the sight of these two naked beauties squirming beneath him, their thick thighs spread wide, welcoming him into every last inch of their bodies. With just a little toying with them, their sensitive, inexperienced pussies were gushing with juices, drooling into small pools between their spread legs.

“Oh yes..! Oh fuck, Ichigo I’m gonna cum..!” Nelliel’s back arched like a bow, her fat jugs thrust up into the air. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, trapping his arm between her legs as she giggled with euphoria, cumming like crazy around his fingers, and gushing her juices into his palm.

“Hmmnngggh..!” Tier embraced it more gracefully. But her face, warped with pleasure, biting the sheets between her teeth to bite back a scream of pleasure, was one of the most stimulating sight’s he’d ever seen. Her eyelashes fluttered as her back bent upward, and she squeezed down like a vice around his fingers, cumming just as hard as Nelliel.

Ichigo was merciless, and kept pistoning fingers, two at a time, to keep these girls squealing, trapped in long, climactic bliss. He drew their orgasms out as long as he could, and minutes passed before they both fell to the bed limply. Nelliel stared blankly at the ceiling her heavy chest heaving with hot breaths. Tier’s face was buried in pillows, naked ass still thrust up behind her, juices leaking down her strong thighs.

Ichigo finally could take no more. Every second around these two sex-fantasies made his blood run hotter. His cock was stiff from the moment Nelliel joined him in here, now it was twitching with selfish desire. He was ready to take care of himself.

He moved behind Tier first. The bodacious, bronze-skinned woman somehow kept her knees spread wide, and her wide, round ass thrust up in the air behind her, even as she was limp against the bed. She huffed loudly, quickly regaining control over her twitching body.

He grinned, and grabbed two firm handfuls of her irresistible booty. With fingers savoring the plumpness of her abundant butt, he slapped his fat, eager cock down into the crevice of her asscrack. Then he lightly rolled his hips, burying as much of his thick member as Tier’s booty could smother in her soft asscheeks.

He enjoyed the feeling of sawing his cock through her asscrack, for a few seconds, until he saw her eyes fluttering back to awareness, looking over her shoulder silently. He could really sit here and hot-dog this perfect, fuckable ass for hours on end, blasting his cum all over her toned, sexy back… but right now they were both desperate for it.

It was time for the real celebration.

Ichigo watched Tier’s eyes closely as he dragged his cock down until the flaring tip was primed at the quivering, dripping entrance of her sex. There was a slight change in her expression. Her eyes slightly widened, just a tinge of anxiety, of anticipation. Her entire body tensed.

Then he popped his head into her tight, warm crevice. She let out a long, drawn-out moan of utter pleasure as he carved his way through her parting walls. He groaned with his own pleasure, feeling how tight the muscles of her pussy squeezed him. He left Tier’s ass with one last parting grope, before he leaned over her entirely, planting one arm on the bed right beside her head, while the other reached beneath her arm to grab a fistful of her cushiony chest.

When finally he slid as deep as he could go, bottoming out in her tight pussy and bumping against the end of her tunnel, they both let out groans of pleasure in unison. Tier turned her head, lips wet and tongue already sliding out to meet his in a hot, quick kiss. Ichigo kept their bodies sealed together, devouring her lips as he started to bump and grind against her hips, making her moan into his mouth with every little movement.

“Hehe~ that’s so sweet…” Nelliel woke up to a sight that looked like a pair of newlyweds making sweet love. She rose to her knees, and leaned her fully naked, plush body against Ichigo’s. Then she got a cheeky grin and whispered in his ear, “You two look so cute… But I don’t think that’s how a, strong, well-built couple like you two are supposed to fuck…” Nelliel’s naughty voice in his ear made Ichigo growl.

She nippled on his ear, wrapping her arms around his chest, “She’s a big, strong woman Ichigo… She can take it… Fuck her..!”

He finally let Tier’s tongue go, separating from their kiss. They shared one last look together before Ichigo shoved her forward again, pinning her upper body down to the bed beneath his.

He whispered down in Tier’s ear, “It’s about time I showed you how grateful I am, Tier. Without you, I’d still be lost in the wastes…”

“Without you…” She muttered back, “I’d still be hollow…” Her tight pussy squeezed down on his cock, conveying just what she was feeling. Go ahead.

“...I’m yours Ichigo.” Tier said, “So long as you want me…”

She groaned as she was forcefully shoved deeper into the mattress. Despite the rough treatment, her pussy spasmed with delight.

“Mine, huh?” Ichigo said with a grin, “I like the sound of that.”

Then he drove his hips back, feeling Nelliel’s hand slide down to his ass, and plunged through her tight, clenching walls in one powerful thrust. His hips collided with Harribel’s with a sound like thunder, and the blonde-haired woman let out her loudest squeal yet, heard even with her head buried in a pillow.

Ichigo supported himself on top of her, one arm propped on the center of her back, keeping her down, as he began to roughly drive his hips down again and again. His cock plunged through her walls brutally, carving a path through every pleat until it battered on the entrance of her womb. The sensitive nerves of her inexperienced pussy lit up like fireworks, drowning Tier in pleasure she’d never experienced before.

The blonde woman beneath him was quiet and prideful, even fucking her as roughly as he could, she still managed to muffle her moans and silence her shrieks. It was cute in its own way… though drowned out by the loud clapping of flesh on flesh. Ichigo’s toned navel collided with Harribel’s thick, meaty ass in a loud rhythm of pussy-plundering sex.

Nellial was sucking on his neck, swapping between praising his virility, his domineering attitude, and the way he fucked Tier silly, and whispering lewd ideas of every way she wanted to be fucked silly by his magnificent cock.

Soon, he shut her up by taking her into an open-mouth kiss, reaching down to grab as much of her squishy soft ass as he could fit into his palm. He dipped fingers down to tease her soaking twat, even as he did his best to power-fuck Tier into the mattress.

With sweat glistening around their bodies, and the thick scent of hot, passionate sex beginning to fill the air, it was no wonder the two coupling like beasts didn’t last very long. Tier’s walls had long since clamped down to a powerful vice-grip, as she came messily, spraying the bedsheets with girlcum. She was squeezing Ichigo’s cock like nothing else, but his powerful shaft couldn’t be deterred, and he kept pistoning into her like a brute.

Finally, with one last naughty whisper from Nelliel, she broke off their groping and kissing… and disappeared between his knees. He looked down, just barely catching glimpses of her smiling, cheeky face from below their rapidly colliding hips.

“Mmmhgghn..!” Tier bit down hard on the pillow she was crushing in her arms, eyes rolling back as she nearly whited out from pleasure.

The feeling of a boiling hot geyser of semen washing throughout her inner walls made her lose herself in ecstasy. Ichigo was filled with utter satisfaction, burying his cock as deep as he could reach and blasting the fattest load of cum he’d ever released into her eager, quivering womb. He could tell by the way she was twitching all over, that she was feeling just as powerful a climax as he was.

While their hips were sealed tightly together, beneath them, Nelliel watched with utter fascination. She watched Ichigo’s nuts flex as he pumped his thick cream into her Un-hollowed sister, and together their tense bodies shuddered with pleasure.

She giggled as Tier’s pussy spasmed, spraying her face all over with clear, sweet liquid, and Ichigo’s salty seed came shooting out of their tightly joined sexes, drenching her face in their mixed cum. She licked it all up with delight.

It felt like hours passed in that moment, with Ichigo draped over Tier’s body completely, he sucked on her sweaty neck, while his cock twitched again and again, releasing all that built up lust into her eager body. Then he felt Nelliel slide back out from under them, and slowly withdrew his cock from her tunnel.

With a loud, messy pop, his cockhead jumped free. He watched as Tier’s super-humanly tight cunt sealed closed just as he left, as if it was desperate not to let another drop of his seed spill free.

Then Nelliel ran a finger down his cock, gathering a dollop of his cum on her fingertip.

She popped it into her mouth, sucking loudly, as she tilted her head, “My turn?”

Tier Harribel came out of her brief haze of euphoria when she felt Ichigo flip her around on her back. Then a warm, soft body was draped over her, and a familiar giggle reached her ears.

“Ichi~ You beast~!”

She opened her eyes to see a mess of green hair. Then Nelliel sighed with happiness, leaning her head back and nuzzling between the massive pair of Tier’s bronze titties. Ichigo had her laying on Tier’s stomach, with Nelliel’s legs lifted high in the air as he brought that hard, veiny cock between her spread thighs.

“Yeees~!” Nelliel thrashed, and Tier instinctively grabbed her arms to hold her still, crossing them under her creamy white breasts, “Oh yes, Ichigo~! I’ve been crazy for this huge cock all day~! Please give it to me, stud~!”

Ichigo grunted, sliding his cock into Nelliel’s soft, welcoming tunnel. Tier’s pussy was like a coiled snake, squeezing like it wanted every last drop of cum in his balls. Nelliel’s was like a warm embrace, hugging him tight, and begging him to never leave her embrace again.

When he bottomed out in her juicy, hot pussy he looked up one more time at her plump, snowy white breasts, and squishy soft thighs. With her head squeezed between Tier’s dark tan titties, and her eyes giving him such a ‘fuck me look’ Ichigo didn’t wait a moment longer.

He squeezed his fingers into those soft thighs of hers, throwing her knees over each of his shoulders, and began to fuck her hard and fast, pounding her softer, huggable body into the chiseled, muscular body of Tier.

“Fuuuuck~!” Nelliel squealed right away, “Your cock is so big, Ichigo~! My tight little pussy can barely take it..! P-please fuck me more! I wanna cum like crazy..! Make me pass out like Tier did..! Then wake me up with another mind-melting climax! Sex feels so fucking good~ I’m gonna get addicted to this wonderful cock~!”

Nelliel was far more vocal, straining her vocal cords as Ichigo grunted between her legs, driving his cock just as harshly into her juicy cunt as he did with Tier. Soon her filthy words devolved into brainless babble, tongue slipping from her lips as her eyes rolled back in a fucked-silly, toe-curling climax.

Tier watched with fascination as Nelliel squirted like a fountain, spraying Ichigo’s groin with her sexfluids. Inwardly she shared many of the same thoughts as Nelliel. Life up until this point was dreadfully boring… she just didn’t realize it until now.

Now she enjoyed the highest highs, the pleasures of the flesh, and the satisfaction of sharing her body with a partner. Though shameful as it was… she could never return to the life she had before. She, like Nelliel… was addicted.

She watched this cute but sexy, playful yet sensual, split-personality woman thrash with pleasure in her arms. She felt strangely satisfied, knowing Nelliel was experiencing everything she had. Years of one long cold, sensationless prison, washed away by the mind-numbing pleasures of sex.

She wanted Nelliel to feel more.

Her hands may not be as strong as Ichigo’s… but they were plenty enough to grab those two giant, jiggling mountains of sensitive flesh and squeeze them roughly between her powerful fingers.

Nelliel squealed extra loud as she felt Tier’s unexpected hands begin to grope her tits just as roughly and greedily as Ichigo had. With the darker-skinned beauty pinching her nipples, and Ichigo’s cock twitching like mad in her tight pussy, Nelliel achieved bliss.

The feeling of his swollen cockhead pumping its thick, creamy shots of cum into her delighted womb was enough to give Nelliel what she wanted. An explosive, squirting climax that had her giggling with ecstasy, squealing like a girl, before she eventually passed out from the overwhelming pleasure.

The last thing she remembered was Ichigo’s tongue ravishing her mouth, in a lewd, passionate kiss.

“Hehe~ goodnight Ichigo~!” She giggled drunkenly, as his cockhead popped free from her freshly creampied cunt. Her eyes fluttered closed, and soon she was softly snoring, cradled between Tier’s sweaty tits.

Ichigo heaved a huge gasp of satisfaction. It seemed this little trip to Hueco Mundo was a resounding success.

Orihime was sleeping soundly in a room guarded by the Tier’s Fracion, successfully rescued and unharmed.

As an unexpected bonus, he nabbed himself a pair of drop-dead sexy girlfriends. Bombshells no human woman could compare with (Except maybe Orihime herself)

And neither one of them seemed like they were leaving his side any time soon. Both girls swore themselves to him, and he could feel something more than just brainless lust between them.

“Heh…” Ichigo’s cock, while feeling a bit drained, hadn’t shrunk one inch. It was still pointed tall and proud, twitching now that he noticed the way Tier’s stoic eyes were glued to it.

Silently, she shoved Nelliel to the side. The bronze, statuesque woman laid back on her elbows, every inch of her naked, toned body exposed to him. She looked at him silently, her legs still spread wide, a small puddle of cum pooling beneath her cunt.

The message was clear.

Tier’s body was his to enjoy.

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A/N: Happy Halloween! If this ever gets a chapter two, I’ll probably focus on either the rest of the hollow girls, or how flashback to how this first began / what Ichigo did when he met Tier and Nelliel to end up like this.

I LOVED Nelliel in the anime, (though could do without the child-form for porn reasons) and Tier Harribel is probably my #1 underrated Waifu.