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“Nelliel Tu Odelschwanch! Under the authority of Central 46, you are under arrest!”
Thinking back on that day, now sitting inside a barred prison cell in a skintight orange prison jumpsuit with a black leather slave collar suppressing her spiritual pressure, Nel could only roll her eyes. That was the last time she got blackout drunk at a Shinigami victory party, Thousand Year Blood War or not. When the goons from Central 46 had come for her, she hadn’t been able to lift a finger, let alone trounce them with her vast power before they’d twisted her arms behind her back and slapped her in handcuffs.
Apparently the devastation of the Quincy invasion had ravaged the Gotei’s military forces and population even more than it first appeared. Now that Kyoraku wasn’t strongarming them into staying out of his way to win the war anymore, they’d somehow overnight passed laws to make Quincies who’d fought against them breeding slaves to be used to repopulate the ranks. And since Shinigami laws never considered Hollows as people in the first place, they’d been thrown into the mix as well, especially high-powered Arrancar like Nel.
She’d been scared at first, hoping Ichigo would burst through the cell wall and save her like a knight in shining armor, but after the first few days had gone by and nothing had happened, it was just boring. She knew they thought she was a terrifying monster in a bombshell Amazonian body but come on! She’d even take creepy catcalls over this endless nothing!
Finally, she heard the clicking of footsteps coming down the cellblock hallway. A few moments later, two uniformed Shinigami guards appeared on the other side of the bars, along with…
“Here you are, Mr. Kurosaki,” the lead guard said, Ichigo walking in front of him in his black substitute robes. “One Arrancar criminal slut, ready for you to knock up at your leisure.”
“Ergh… right,” the orange-haired swordsman uncomfortably answered. “I’ll need to be left alone with her to… do that.”
“Sure thing, sir!” the other, far younger guard, said with an excited salute. “Anything for the Slayer of Yhwach!”
The older guard rolled his eyes, but he handed Ichigo the keyring and went off with his youthful counterpart without complaint.
Meanwhile, Nel shot to her feet as Ichigo entered her prison cell, her beautiful mane of wild sea-green hair falling down to her firm, toned ass.
“Ichigo, what are you doing here?” the collared former Espada inquired, her friend’s presence an unexpected addition to her predicament. “They wouldn’t let me reach out to you.”
“Yeah, I gave Central 46 hell for that one,” the Substitute Shinigami apologetically said. “They even tried you in absentia! I always knew they were assholes, but this…”
Nel shrugged. “I’m a hollow. That fits. If this was Hueco Mundo, I’d have been eaten by now.”
“Yeah, if Kyouku hadn’t let me know it was happening, it would have been over before I even knew about it,” Ichigo added with a frown. “Couldn’t make them get their heads out of their asses, but they did say I could have the Right of First Claim.”
Nel’s eyes widened. “You… have the Right… of First Claim? But that would make you my… owner.”
The green-haired Arrancar had thought she’d be condemned to some noble’s pet, pumping out hybrid babies to rejuvenate the Gotei’s ranks. But Ichigo, her kind and stalwart friend who’d helped her remember her identity before Urahara had fixed her mask? Ichigo, who also had a muscular body that was absolutely to die for? That…
That was another story.
Ichigo pulled Zangetsu off his back. “Obviously, I’m not gonna actually enslave you. But saying I was let me get in here so that I can bust you out. Gensugu—”
“Wait, wait, Ichigo!” Nel frantically called out.
“What?” the strawberry reaper questioned. “Urahara can get that collar off you as soon as we get to the shop.”
“But they’ll come after us both,” Nel pointed out.
“I’m the most powerful person in the world,” Ichigo countered. “They couldn’t fight me even if half the captains weren’t already on my side.”
“But… politics. And stabilizing the balance of power after the war… and stuff,” Nel weakly argued. “You have a responsibility to Soul Society’s law and order!”
Ichigo cocked a befuddled eyebrow. “The only person who’s broken more of Soul Society’s laws than me is Aizen.”
Nel pouted and gave her shapely hips a ferocious, sensual shake, one that Ichigo’s eyes immediately flittered to. Of course as soon as he noticed her mischievous smirk, his gaze immediately shot upwards, his cheeks blushing deep red.
“Oh. That’s what you…” the self-proclaimed ‘Most Powerful Person in the World’ stammered. “Nel, I’m flattered and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t very tempted, but… uh… Orihime and I are together now—”
“I know. She sent letters out to everyone with complimentary snacks,” Nel grinned, sauntering up to the young man with a pep in her step and a bounce in her breasts. “She also mentioned in those letters that we have full permission to have sex with you to help you gain experience for when you guys have your first time.”
Ichigo cringed. “She really did tell that to everyone, didn’t she.”
Nel giggled, sashaying her prison jumpsuit-clad body up against Ichigo’s marble sculpted pecs. If she wasn’t handcuffed, she would have already hug-tackled him to the ground. Bound as she was though, she only bumped her nose under his chin and grazed her glossy pink lips over the Soul Reaper’s mouth.
“Well, brave little strawberry,” she sultrily, succulently, whispered. “There’s a dangerous Vasto Lorde in front of you. It’s your duty to take her down.”
Ichigo’s eyes finally flickered downwards, his brown orbs meeting her hazel. In an instant, heat bubbled up within the former third Espada, beautiful heat more intense than any spiritual pressure.
Then, he thrust his fingers through her wild green locks and smashed their lips together. Nel’s thighs quivered as the heat exploded through her loins. Ichigo’s mouth mercilessly mauled the edges of her lips, his tongue plunging through her lips like a battering ram and conquering the mighty Arrancar’s inner cavern wonderfully wet ease. Once she had stood at the top of the kill or be killed world that was Hueco Mundo and now she was mewling putty in the hands of a man who by all normal conventions of their world should have been trying to cut her in half with his massive meat clever of a sword.
Instead, he pulled out of his forceful kiss, the former Espada gasping for air as he tossed Zangetsu aside and yanked her emerald hair to whip her around, his other hand unzipping the flap in her orange prison jumpsuit over her privates before grabbing hold of her handcuffed wrists. He kicked her legs out from under her and bent Nel into the doggystyle position over the cold concrete floor of the cell.
Ichigo pressed his full weight onto the gorgeous Arrancar’s toned and muscular back, and leaned into her ear. “Just to make sure, you’re completely okay with this, right?”
Nel groaned. “I’m a Hollow, Ichigo. Savagery and brutality is as big a turn-on as possible. Now hurry up and fuck this criminal sluuuuuuuuuuttttttt!!!”
Ichigo didn’t waste a single second after she gave him permission, thrusting his hips forward and spearing his massive cock down Nel’s soaking wet pussy. The green-haired convict’s tongue flopped out of her lips and a salacious, guttural moan emanated out of her mouth.
The Soul Reaper shoved the Espada down into the cell floor, her massive bust squished flat against freezing stone as his full weight pinned her down and tantalized her erect nipples. Nel gasped as her friend railed her into the ground, his pelvis smacking her fat, toned rump, her buttcheeks jiggling underneath her skintight prison uniform. Ichigo’s hand in her hair smashed her down and roughly ground her face across the floor.
She loved it!
“Yes! Yes—Oh!—Yes! Fuck me, Ichigo! Fuck this convicted hollow bitch!” Nel shouted, panting hard as sweat dribbled down her face from her cascade of orgasms. “Pound me! Rail this criminal slut! You’re the strongest! The strongest Soul Reaper! The strongest Quincy! The strongest Hollow of all time! So pump this breeding sow full of your cum and continue your line!”
Ichigo smirked, yanking her bound arms back as her handcuffs jingled from the relentless back and forth ramming. “Strongest Fullbringer too.”
“That too—ah!” Nel screamed with a euphoric grin. “Now—oh!—knock me up with your spawn!”
The green-haired Arrancar wailed with utter and complete ecstasy, her body spasming with pleasure as her silken pussy walls clenched hard around Ichigo’s thick shaft and drenched the meaty rod with her slick juices. Her sheath was ready, waiting, and wet for the strawberry shinigami’s blade.
Ichigo slammed his cock down her tight cunt, his bulbous tip pressed right up against the entrance to her womb and exploded. The orange-haired reaper unleashed his thick, gushing load, ropes of sticky cum hosing down the innermost depths of Nel’s pussy as the arrested Arrancar’s bombshell body screamed with absolute, rapturous euphoria.
For several long heavenly moments, Hollow and Shinigami simply basked in the orgasmic bliss of their brutal, instinctual fucking. Ichigo’s hunger remained unsated, biting and nipping at Nel’s earlobe as his full weight trapped her on the floor, her handcuffed wrists pressing into her back.
“Your instinct is… magnificent,” Nel panted, a thrilled grin plastered on her dumbstruck face. “Master.”
“Thanks. You weren’t too bad yourself, Nel…” Ichigo’s pleased expression suddenly evaporated. “Son of a bitch. Urahara knew this would happen.”
“He is Urahara,” Nel said, knowing that explained everything. “But what tipped you off?”
“He’s been having those kids of his shoot flyers through my window for weeks now!” Ichigo complained. “Says he has a new construction company that’ll build me a sex dungeon for cheap.”
“Sex dungeon?” Nel smiled. “I like the sound of that, master.”
Ichigo huffed, glancing up at the cell bars. “Well, before I get my own, I think I finish up the one Central 46 has so generously lent us. That good with you?”
It was very good with Nel. It was very, very good.