***
Aizen betrayed her. Slashed her apart. She saw her own blood as she fell, fell, fell. Nobody cared nor considered what happened to her afterward.
The Number 3 Espada. Where did Tier Harribel end up?
Tier Harribel stirred, her mind groggy as consciousness began to return. Her eyelids fluttered open, revealing an unfamiliar ceiling above her. The room was quiet. Her body ached, but it was a dull throb—nothing compared to the pain she remembered before everything had gone dark. She moved slightly, and a soft, coarse fabric slid against her skin.
Her teal eyes sharpened as she pushed herself upright, the blanket draped over her chest slipping down to her waist. Her boobs were huge and dark in complexion. Loving mounds of mahogany, round in shape and wobbly with the tiniest movement. Tier Hallibel was known as the woman with the biggest tits in Hueco Mundo and for good reason. Those titties did not stop jiggling.
The cool air brushed her bare skin, but she paid it no mind. Her attention snapped to the door as it creaked open. A man stepped in, tall and broad-shouldered, messy hair . Average face , his clothes were strange and attractive too: black sweatpants and a white t-shirt. Comfort wear that the hollow could not comprehend yet appreciated for its aesthetic. He froze mid-step, his dark eyes widening as they locked onto her.
"Oh, you're awake!" the young man said, his voice a mixture of relief and surprise. His gaze instinctively dipped to her breasts before jerking away, his face flushing as he turned his head to the side. "Uh—uh, sorry, I didn't mean—uh—"
Harribel frowned, glancing down at herself. Her massive tits were fully exposed—so what? "Why did you look away?" she asked, expression and tone blank.
The man stammered, keeping his eyes fixed firmly on the wall. "I-I just…you're not wearing anything, and, uh, it's not polite to stare."
"Not polite?" Harribel echoed, tilting her head. Her voice carried no embarrassment, only curiosity. Modesty was a foreign concept to her. She had lived centuries as a Hollow, a predator that cared nothing for human customs or social niceties. "Why does it matter if you see me? Do you find my body offensive?"
"No! Not offensive!" he blurted out, finally daring to glance at her before immediately looking away again."It's just—it's, uh, inappropriate, that's all."
Harribel studied him, noting the tension in his posture, the way his hands fidgeted at his sides. She found his discomfort strange, even amusing in a way. "You're the one who brought me here," she said, her gaze steady. "You must have already seen me like this."
"Well, yeah, but—" He hesitated, struggling to form a coherent response. "That's different. You were unconscious, and I didn't want to just…leave you out there."
She narrowed her eyes slightly, intrigued by his reasoning. He seemed earnest, his embarrassment genuine. A human who could see her and had gone out of his way to help her, despite the danger she represented. "You're an odd one," she said finally, her voice softening. "What is your name?"
"Just call me dear." He seemed relieved to have a safer topic to focus on. Dear risked another glance at her face, avoiding looking any lower. "And you?"
"Tier Harribel," she said simply, her name rolling off her tongue with quiet authority. "Where am I?"
"My room," he explained, motioning vaguely behind him. "I found you right outside, lying in front of the door. You looked…hurt, so I brought you in."
"Hng." She considered his words. The last thing she remembered was falling, Aizen's betrayal cutting deeper than his blade. And now she was here, in a human's home.
"How in the world did I go from the Fake Karakura Town to the real one…?"
"Fake Karakura Town?" Dear frowned. "Are you okay? Were you having a nightmare?"
She looked up at him. The first strange thing was her arrival and the second was this man. The fact that he could see her likely meant he was a human sensitive with Spiritual Energy.
"I see," she said. "You're not afraid of me?"
He smiled kindly. "Should I be?"
"..."
"Anyway, you're safe here," Dear said bright. "Uh, but maybe you should…cover up. I can get you some clothes or something."
Harribel shrugged, lifting the blanket casually and draping it over her shoulders. "If it makes you feel better," she said, her tone indifferent. "But I still don't understand why it matters."
Dear gave a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his head. "Don't you have clothes of your own? A home?"
"No."
"What do you mean no?"
"..."
"Hello?" He waved a hand.
Harribel didn't respond and instead let the blanket fall. The faintest glimmer of amusement lingered in her eyes as she watched him fumble his way out of the room, muttering, "O-okay, I'll get something for you."
Some minutes passed.
Tier Harribel stood in the soft glow of the window. Her golden hair was not too long and simply highlighted the bronzed hue of her flawless skin. Her piercing teal eyes, framed by long lashes, glimmered with an intensity that could freeze anyone in place. They exuded strength, danger, and an untouchable allure.
Her athletic physique was a perfect balance of strength and femininity—toned arms and legs, a taut, sculpted abdomen, and curves that seemed impossibly well-proportioned. Her full, heavy breasts rose and fell subtly with each breath, commanding attention despite her composed demeanor.
Her hollow hole lay at her womb. Dear had seen and asked curiously about it. Strangely, he didn't think it supernatural. Harribel realized that the man was too kind for his own good. An odd human through and through.
"H-hey." Dear stood in the doorway, the bag of food and water slipping slightly in his hands as his gaze inadvertently traveled across her. He had seen her battered and unconscious when he found her, but now, standing before him in her unguarded, natural state, she was nothing short of mesmerizing. She wasn't just beautiful—she was otherworldly, the kind of beauty that unsettled as much as it enchanted.
Her ass especially. Good god, this chick was thicc.
Her gaze shifted from the window to him, and for the first time, their eyes locked. Dear gulped audibly, feeling the weight of her stare as if it had pinned him in place. She didn't seem embarrassed by her nakedness, her expression unreadable as she regarded him with quiet curiosity.
"You brought food."
Dear struggled to find his voice, his thoughts jumbled. He tried not to let his eyes linger. "Y-Yeah," he stammered, finally looking away as heat rose to his cheeks. "S-sorry, I'll get clothes next time—"
"It is fine. I have no need for clothes."
She fully turned, breasts jiggling. That was convincing enough for the young straight man.
"O-okay. You…uh, you should sit down. You're still recovering."
She tilted her head slightly, a faint trace of amusement playing at the corner of her lips. "I'm fine. Thanks to you, I've healed."
The air between them grew thick with tension, a charged silence that neither seemed eager to break. Levon swallowed hard, forcing himself to focus on the task at hand. "I'll…just leave this here," he said, setting the bag down on a nearby table before stepping back toward the door, his movements stiff and awkward.
Harribel eyed him. She was acutely aware of him, of his scent, of his nervous energy. She had seen fear before—felt it radiate off countless opponents—but this was different. This man wasn't afraid of her, not really. He was intimidated, perhaps even captivated, but not afraid.
As dear lingered at the door, unsure whether to stay or go, she spoke again, her tone softer this time. "Thank you…for helping me."
He glanced at her, surprised by the gratitude in her voice. "You're welcome," he managed. With a quick nod, he turned and left the room, closing the door behind him.
Harribel stood there, staring out at the unfamiliar cityscape. For the first time in a long time, she felt something she couldn't quite place—something unsettling, but not entirely unwelcome.
***
Harribel did not leave. Not on the first or second day or even the third. She stayed for the whole week, always naked and always impossible to read.
For a young man like dear, it was torture. He was twenty-two years of age and studying here in Karakura Town. Seeing Harribel, he felt some kinships as a foreigner and took her in.
His balls had never been bluer. His pants had never been so tight.
But he was a gentleman. He didn't dare touch her or pull a move on her. Not when Harribel had no home and talked so little. No matter how tough she looked, she was still a young woman and Karakura Town could surprisingly be dangerous. There were rumours of incidents that occurred at night. He much rather have his balls go blue than for a woman like Harribel to get her.
Dear worked at the stove, the sound of sizzling filling the small kitchen as he stirred a pan of scrambled eggs. The aroma of butter and spices wafted through the air, a comforting scent that reminded him of simpler mornings. He worked efficiently, flipping a few slices of bread on a skillet to toast them evenly.
Focused as he was, he didn't hear Tier Harribel approach until he felt it—a soft, warm pressure against his back. His muscles tensed, his hand freezing mid-stir as her chest pressed against him.
"What are you doing?" Harribel's sultry, erotic voice came from just behind his ear. Somehow, with the erotic tone of it was a natural calm and curiousity.
Holy fuck, this woman was hot.
"Uh—cooking," Dear replied. He resumed stirring the eggs, trying to focus on the task at hand despite the distraction. "It's breakfast. Humans eat it in the morning…usually."
Titties. Big watermelons that blessed his back with heaven. 'Marshmallows. Pillows.'
Her arms remained at her sides, but she leaned closer, her breath brushing the back of his neck as she observed the pan over his shoulder. "It smells…pleasant," she said, her tone neutral but laced with faint interest. Her boobs remained pressed against his. She seemed oblivious to how intimate it felt, but Dear was acutely aware.
"Y-Yeah," he said, clearing his throat. "It's, uh, just eggs and toast. Nothing fancy."
She hummed softly, a thoughtful sound, her teal eyes fixed on the food. "I still cannot believe this is what humans use to sustain themselves."
Weirdly, Harribel did this a lot. She made herself sound non-human. Very weird since, aside from that weird hole in her stomach (?), she was a hundred percent human herself.
"Sometimes," he said, carefully flipping the toast. His hands moved on autopilot, his mind racing to keep itself in check. "There's all kinds of food. This is just…simple. Easy to make."
Harribel tilted her head slightly, her golden hair brushing his shoulder. "You seem skilled at it," she remarked, her tone matter-of-fact.
"Thanks," he muttered, swallowing hard. His heart was pounding in his chest, but he forced himself to focus on the food, pouring the eggs onto a plate with practiced ease. He couldn't deny that he liked the way she was leaning on him—her warmth, her soft curves pressing against his back. It was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking.
As he moved to grab the toast, she shifted slightly, the movement sending another jolt of awareness through him. "You enjoy this," she said, more of a statement than a question.
"Cooking?" he asked, glancing back at her briefly before looking away, his cheeks warming. "Yeah, I guess I do. It's…relaxing. And it's nice to make something that people can enjoy."
She nodded slowly, as if considering his words. "It's strange," she said, "to see someone take satisfaction in something so…ordinary."
He chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Well, ordinary stuff's important too. Not everything has to be a big deal."
Harribel was quiet for a moment, and he could feel her gaze lingering on him. Then, without a word, she stepped back, the absence of her warmth almost startling. He exhaled a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, turning to see her watching him with that calm, unreadable expression.
Oh, and her big boobs and pussy and everything. She was naked. Very, very naked. She did not care either, she seemed to take great pride or none at all in her ebony hourglass figure.
"You're an unusual human," she said finally, a faint trace of amusement in her voice. "Everyday, you make this for me."
Dear smiled awkwardly, holding up the plate of eggs and toast. "Of course. Anything for you."
"Anything for me…"
She accepted the plate, her fingers brushing his briefly. As she turned to sit down, Dear allowed himself a brief moment to breathe, his heart still racing from the unexpected closeness. He silently told himself to focus on the food, but he couldn't help the small smile that tugged at his lips. Whatever this strange situation was, it was shaping up to be unlike anything he'd ever experienced
***
Dear stretched out on the couch, one arm draped lazily over the backrest while his other hand mindlessly scrolled through the streaming options. Harribel sat beside him, legs tucked neatly under her, watching the screen with that same calm, unreadable expression she always had.
"You ever seen Lord of the Rings?" Dear asked, finally settling on the first movie.
Harribel glanced at him. "No."
Dear smirked. "Oh, you're in for it." He hit play, settling in as the opening narration rolled over the screen.
The first movie immediately captivated her. The sweeping landscapes, the kingdoms, the warring races, the strange magic at play. The fantastical nature of everything was strangely not too different from what was in Soul Society.
"So this… ring," she mused, watching Frodo stare at it with mounting unease, "it corrupts those who wield it?"
"Yup."
Harribel hummed softly, her fingers tapping idly on her knee. She had seen many wars between Hollows, many conquerors, and many power-hungry fools fall to their own ambition. This story felt familiar in some ways.
Harribel exhaled lightly and murmured, "Dear, there is something I must tell you."
Dear tore his gaze away from the screen, sensing the shift in her tone. "Oh?" He even paused the movie for her. To listen.
He was…too kind. As always.
"I do not come from here."
"I mean, I could have figured that—"
"I am from Hueco Mundo, a realm beyond this one."
"...?"
So she explained. She told him about Hollows, Soul Reapers, and Quincies. She informed the balance of the world and the threat known as Sosuke Aizen, her former leader. Levon…
Surprisingly, he took it in stride.
"Wait, hold up. You mean to tell me ghosts are real?"
Harribel cocked her head. Out of everything she told him, from Ichigo Kurosaki to Aizen and the Soul King, THIS was what he wanted to ask about?
"Yes."
"And there's like… an afterlife system? With different dimensions and some kinda soul cops?"
"Yes."
Dear stared at her. "And you're a Hollow—so you're not human and it's why you have that hole in your…"
"Womb."
"Right."
Dear crossed his arms and processed this for a long moment. Then, with a deep sigh, he leaned back into the couch and grabbed the remote. "Aight, fair enough." He hit play.
Harribel blinked, caught off guard by how easily he accepted it. "…That's all?"
Dear shrugged. "You showed up naked in front of my garage, you smell the same even after taking a shower, your eating habits are just weird, and that big ass hole. Whether it's ghosts or interdimensional politics, what's that change? You're still you."
For the first time in centuries, Harribel felt something unfamiliar—a faint flutter in her chest, a warmth spreading beneath her ribs. She had been prepared for skepticism, disbelief, maybe even fear. Instead, he just… took it in stride. Like it didn't change a thing.
She turned back to the screen, but her mind lingered on him.
I wish… I could stay like this for a bit longer, she thought.
The first movie ended and the Fellowship pressed on toward their uncertain future. Harribel herself felt, for the first time in a long while, like she had something she didn't want to lose.
***
Dear let out a breath as he came out of the bathroom, fresh from a shower. He was in grey sweatpants and a black tank top, ready to talk to Harribel or do some more work or whatever.
Only for Harribel to already be there. The room was intentionally dark and lit up by a couple candles. The smell too…
At the center of it all was a woman he knew as Tier Harribel. The exhibitionist black lady with big tits and poker face.
"Harribel. Hey. What's up?"
He smiled with cute dimples. Harribel could not make eye contact lest she make a fool of herself. She turned, hands to her sides and feeling nervous for once.
"You… saved me," Harribel murmured, her golden eyes locking onto Dear'. The dim light of his room flickered against the sharp angles of her face, her stoic expression betraying everything of the storm brewing beneath.
"I just did what anyone would've done," he replied, happy. He was used to Harribel being naked. Kinda. He couldn't deny the slight stir in his pants.
Harribel tilted her head slightly, her long, wheat-colored hair cascading over her shoulder. "No," she said, her tone firmer now. "Not anyone. You did. And I… I wish to thank you properly."
Dear blinked twice. "Properly?" A glance at her boobs. "I don't think that's, un, necessary."
Her lips curled into the faintest hint of a smile. "I believe it is. An Espada does not go back on their challenge."
Before Dear could respond, Harribel closed the distance between them. There was a new energy in her and the young man could not react to it. She reached out, her slender fingers brushing against his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath her touch.
"You're… not like anyone I've ever met," Harribel said, her voice softer now, almost reverent. "And I think it's time I show you my gratitude in a way that leaves no room for doubt."
Dear's eyes widened as her hand trailed lower, down his torso, until her fingers hooked into the waistband of his pants. "Woah, hold on—" he started, but Harribel silenced him with a single, sharp look.
"Trust me," she whispered, her monotone voice taking on a husky edge. "You'll enjoy this."
With a swift motion, she pulled down his pants and dropped down to her knees with it. What happened next would forever be etched into both their memories.
Dear's semi-flaccid cock sprung free, and Harribel's eyes widened in shock as it slapped against her face. It was massive—a thick, ebony pillar that hung heavily on top of her, already an impressive ten inches even in its relaxed state. Harribel froze.
The scent, the size…
It was a primal, hungry cock.
A heartbeat. A throb.
"I… I didn't expect…" Harribel trailed off, her voice trembling for the first time. Her hands, usually so steady, reached up instinctively to touch it, her fingers wrapping around the girth as if trying to comprehend its enormity.
Her fingers didn't touch. Her fingers didn't touch.
She was an Espada. This shouldn't have affected her as much. And yet, this cock suddenly seemed more impressive than Aizen's immense Spiritual Pressure or the Bankai of the Soul Society Captains.
This big, black cock changed everything. It triggered a pulse in her soul—in her womb that caused her mouth to water inside.
Dear's cheeks darkened with embarrassment. "Uh, sorry about that," he muttered. He wanted to retreat but Harribel's grip was still there. She was underneath his cock and also holding it. Why would he move?
"Kinda?" Harribel repeated, her monotone giving way to passion. She stared up at the block of mahogany blocking half her face. The target of her affections could not see it but her golden eyes were alight with a mixture of awe and hunger. "This is… extraordinary."
As she spoke, she felt it throb in her hand, the warmth of it radiating through her palm. Slowly, it began to grow, the veins along its length becoming more pronounced as it swelled to its full, monstrous size.
"Oh my…"
Twelve inches of thick, uncut perfection. Harribel's lips parted in a silent gasp, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched it pulse with life. No longer was it touched her face. Now it defied gravity and stood as a masterpiece of a dick.
Harribel had never been so interested in a man—until this revelation.
"You're… incredible." Harribel's praise earned another throb. Her grip tightened around the base of his thick dick.
On instinct, her fingers slid up and down his length. She marveled at the sensation of him hardening in her hand. It just didn't stop. "So hot, so big…!"
Schlap, schlap, schlap!
The Number 3 Espada's primary ability lay in the creation and manipulation of water. As a result, her hands were a natural lubricant. Her pussy gushed and dripped on the floor while her hands jerked him off madly. Harribel made a handjob go from zero to a hundred.
Dear let out a low groan, his balls tensing already. She wasn't just fast, she was a born talent. "Harribel, you don't have to—"
"Oh, but I want to," she interrupted, her tone firm once more. She lifted his cock to point it upward, her golden eyes burning with a newfound intensity. "Let me… take care of you."
Her hand began to move, her strokes faster and faster. It was fucking punishing and in all the goods ways. The key ingredient to get his cock to leak pre-cum was her tongue and his exposed ballsack. She happily began licking it from the bottom to the top. Her tongue then went to trace the shape of his fist-sized testicles and Levon—
"F-fuck! Holy fuck!"
She watched with fascination as he twitched, his cock throbbing with every stroke of her hand and of her tongue. For the first time in her life, Harribel felt truly alive.
"Mmmph~!❤ Lnngghh~!❤" Her tongue kept worshipping that precious sack of his. "These are a man's family jewels, are they not?"
"Y-yeah—oh god…!"
What a goddess. What a faithful woman. She did not care of her position or that it was inconvenient or difficult. She managed to jerk him off and suckle on his balls without issue.
Tier Harribel was a natural born worshipper of men—yet only man could prove worthy of her worship: Dear.
Throb, throb. More tiny spurts of pre-cum.
Harribel's lips curved into a small smile, her confidence growing with every moan that escaped his lips. She adjusted her fist grip, her thumb brushing over the swollen head of his cock, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from him.
"Good," she purred, her monotone voice now dripping with need. "Don't worry about anything. Just cum when you have to~"
Her strokes became more rhythmic, her hand moving up and down his length with a practiced ease that belied her inexperience. She watched intently as his cock dripped with pre-cum, the sound only fueling her desire. She wanted to see it drip but couldn't,. She was too busy buried in his heavy nutsack. She wanted to taste him, to feel him in her mouth, to devour him whole.
"Haah~!"
She decided to just that. On her knees, she shifted back until she was face to face with his big cock. She blinked twice.
The black cock looked angry. Pissed even, oozing with so much pre-cum that she could tell it would bust in any minute. Looking up at dear gave a better understanding of everything. The poor man was sweating. One minute, he was taking a shower and the next he got orally assaulted by the strongest woman in Hueco Mundo.
Leaning forward, her lips parted, her tongue flicking out to tease the tip of his cock. The taste of him was exquisite—salty, sweet, and utterly intoxicating. Five inches went inside her throat easy.
"Harribel…"
She looked up at him, her golden eyes locking with his, and in that moment, all pretense of composure melted away. She was no longer the stoic Espada—she was a woman consumed by lust, and she would stop at nothing to satisfy this craving. Her lips stretched around his girth, her tongue pressing against the underside of his cock as she sucked him with a fervor that left him breathless. She could feel him twitching in her mouth. He fought to maintain control. He fought not to cum early.
She took him down to best. All twelve inches of his cock in one fell swoop with her arms wrapped around to keep him tight and inside.
Dear's big black belonged to her.
She pulled her heart-shaped lips back and then right back down. All that cock and she handled it with ease. She was a quick learner, her technique improving with every passing moment, and it wasn't long before she had him groaning her name. His balls churned with the effort to hold back.
"Harribel, Harribel…! You damn…! Nggghh!" He couldn't help but groan. He managed to grin at the end and regain some composure. "Ha…! You're such a good girl, aren't you?"
Yes. Yes, she was. The ebony chick could feel him pulsing, his cock throbbing with need, and she knew he was close. So she went for it—the ultimate technique.
The double-handed twist blowjob. Two hands stroking the cock with the woman repeatedly pistoning in and out of the pipe. This technique could only be done on men with big cocks. After all, a two handed grip would just cover the dicks of the average man.
Not dear. He had plenty of cock to spare even with a double-handed grip—and that was the issue.
Her head game went crazy. There was just no other way to describe it, it was crazy and dear…
He came in seconds.
"H-Harribel!"
That was warning enough. Harribel's lips kissed his balls again and engulfed the full cock right as it popped.
"Mmpppph~❤!"
He couldn't say anything or do anything. He just stood there and let her gulp the jets of cum pouring down her throat.
"Haah…! Y-you…!"
He came and came. Buckets worth of cum, all from the week of blue-balling. Except…
She kept going.
Schlap, schlap, schalp!
Her technique was still a little inexperienced, but her determination was clear. She went allll the way back to his tip, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head before slamming back down. Twelve inches swallowed and gobbled like it was nothing.
This woman…
She wasn't human. She couldn't be.
Her hands gripped the base of his cock and stroked that shit. She worked him with her lips and tongue.
Again, it was the best head game Dear had ever seen. There was no way he wouldn't cum two times in a row. Just no way. He dumped hefty amounts of cum down Harribel's throat who just casually and obediently swallowed.
"Hnggh…!❤"
However, this time, even Harribel was pushed to her limits and much of his seed spilled from her mouth. Even her grip on him loosened and he was able to stumble back and—pop! Witness his semi-erect cock slip from her lips and spill schlicks of cum on her face.
Spurt, spurt!
Two long strings on her face, one across her boobs, one on her thigh, and the rest on the floor
Dear's loads were hefty. Each throb of cum was obscene, certainly surpassing any other man. So extreme was the quantity that it stunned Harribel. Her eyes wide and mouth open, she witnessed the last of his climax.
"Mm…" She chewed and gulped, eyes glued to this massive dick and the balls that had pumped such an absurd amount of baby batter. "You…truly are amazing."
When a woman like Tier Harribel with her big boobs praised you, you could only get hard. Dear's cock snapped to attention, thick and veiny, pre-cum dripping from the tip already. Harribel's eyes widened, with her lips settling into a smile.
"Are you sure you are not an Espada yourself?"
"H-huh?"
"This cock…" Harribel's index finger touched the cum-stricken tip. "...is like a Resurrección. A fine weapon to wield."
"T-thanks."
"However, this number 3 was not handed to me for no reason." Harribel stood up. His abnormally lengthy dick touched the slit of her pussy. Dear's eyes flicked down to that tattoo on her boob. "Allow me to show you~"
She pushed him back onto the bed and she straddled him, her ass grinding up and down his throbbing cock. Her eyes locked with his, and for a moment, she hesitated—not out of fear, but out of unfamiliarity. She had never been so intimate toward another, let alone a man.
Then, with a deep breath, she smiled. "May I?"
Dear's cock throbbed. The man himself nodded.
She raised her ass to its apex, pussy spread and with its own juices, and then lowered herself onto him.
The first inch was a revelation. The proud Tier Harribel gasped, her cunt needed to stretch to accommodate his girth. She expected a sensation for certain but this….
"Ngghh~!❤ S-so thick!❤"
It was painful and exquisite, a sensation unlike anything she'd ever known. She moaned, her head tilting back as she took another inch, then another. Each one filled her more completely, taking her in a way that was almost violent in its intensity.
"You're so big." Harribel panted. Harribel struggled. "Y-you are more impressive than that young Captain."
"No idea who you're talking about but I'll take it." Dear was smiling. Harribel's pussy wasn't so tight—it was super wet and gushing. Like a wet blanket, not a tight embrace. It was simply wonderful to experience while laid down.
Harribel sank down further, her walls clenching around him as she took him deeper. "G-god! B-big!❤ But…I will not…give…up…!"
When she finally reached the base, she let out a choked cry, her entire body shuddering. "I-I won't…nnggh~!❤"
Fuck, fuck! She almost orgasmed.
Dear's hands gripped her hips. "Harribel… you feel… amazing."
He thrust once.
She orgasmed. She orgasmed and pretended that she hadn't. That her eyes hadn't rolled back. That she hadn't been totally overwhelmed with that once thrust.
"H-Harribel…?"
That was dear and she…she was close to him. Oh, she had collapsed. Her boobs were pressed flat on his chest and her head was so close to him. She could see Levon and his handsome face.
She flushed red. "N-no. This isn't…!" She pulled herself up and suppressed a moan. That giant cock was still inside her, still prodding and filling up the hole that was her womb. She bit her bottom lip. "I told you, it is I who will bring pleasure."
She began to move, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles. Except…
"Ngggh~!❤ T-this isn't…!" Her eyes rolled back. She orgasmed. God, was she just sensitive. N-no, that couldn't be! "I-I won't—❤! C-cum!❤"
She did. Again.
Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through her. "Hnggghhh~!❤ dear, is this—hnnnh!"
Her moans grew louder with every rock of her hip. She attempted to hold them back and failed miserably. It just didn't work, this cock was rearranging her soul. She could feel him pulsing inside her, stretching her in ways she hadn't thought possible.
So she went faster. Like her pleasure desired, she went faster.
"Dear… I can't… I can't stop," she gasped, her voice breaking as her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. Her body clenched around him, milking him with every convulsion. But as soon as the first wave subsided, another one hit, then another.
"Dear~! Dear…! Y-your cock! Too deep! Ngggh❤, it's just too deep!"
She screamed his name, her body shaking with back-to-back orgasms.
Dear grip went from her hips to her ass cheeks. He groped that shit like it should be groped. He slapped those black booty cheeks and gave them a bounce.
Then—
Thrust.
Oh.
Ah.
No wonder she couldn't do anything against him.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"Do you like it?"
"YES! YES, YES, YES, YES~!! ❤YESSSSHHHH~!❤ I CAAAAN'T! I CAN'T STOP CUMMIIING~! ❤YOU'RE MAKING ME SHOOO MUCCCHHH~!❤"
Tier Harribel broke.
For some strange reason, she didn't mind it. She was suddenly smiling. She was suddenly finding a thrill that even battle could not give her.
Her boobs bounced. Her womb ached with want. Every thrust was almost sinful.
"KEEP FUCKING ME❤, KEEP FUCKING ME, KEEP FUCKIIIIING MEEE~!❤ KEEP THAT COCK INSIDE ME~!❤ KEEP FUCKING MY HOLE WITH IT!❤ DESTROY IT❤! REARRANGE IT~❤! JUST MAKE ME CUUUMMMM~!❤"
But she wasn't done. She wasn't all bark and no bite, she leaned forward, her hands gripping his shoulders for support. Her hips moved faster now, her ebony booty slamming down onto his cock with reckless abandon. The sound of their flesh smacking together filled the room.
Dear was sure everybody in Karakura Town could hear.
"DEAR~!❤ DEAR~❤!~! NEED~!❤ NEED~! COCK~! COCK! COCCKKK~!❤"
She stared right at him. This was an Espada, she wasn't defeated, she was hooked. So he thrusted.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
He made that black booty clap. He turned that shit into jello with how much he was mashing into it. His hips no longer even settled on the mattress. He was whamming into her. Rocketing his cock into the deepest, darkest parts of her cunt and miraculously making it divine.
It was as though Dear was gifted with the Soul King's cock. Even then, for some reason, Harrible doubted it would have this good or fulfilling. Dear big cock was simply extravagant.
Because he wasn't fucking like a wild animal. Through all the incredible claps of her ass and the wet schlicks of her cunt as he went in and out…
Dear was calm. He was smiling. He was barely breaking a sweat while Harribel looked like her life was being changed.
Before, Harribel had the advantage with the blowjob.
Now, with the actual fucking, it was all Dear's dominating. Every single thrust was a calculated one. Harribel's insides were slightly more durable than an ordinary woman's. So he experimented. He punched up his thrusts.
"HNGGHHH~!❤ GSHSHHHKKK~!❤ THIS DIIICK~❤! HAAAHHH~! YOU CAN'T!❤ YOU CAAAN'T STOP FUCKING MEEEE~!❤"
Harribel and Dear were going at it. The bed shook. The springs were loud and obnoxious. They were like a wife and husband in their honeymoon—hungry for each other's bodies after a long day of fun and ogling.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
That was until Dear stopped.
CLAP!
"Hngghh~❤!"
One last orgasm struck and dazed Harribel. She fell over and Levon? Dear came inside.
Spurt, spurt, spurrrt!
His balls emptied themselves, unable to hold back. Both of them were gasping and moaning from the pressure and pleasure. It was almost too much.
His cock was pumped her pussy. His balls contracted repeatedly, filling her up with a ludicrous amount of cum that caused leakage. Trails of cum trailing down his black cock and going down to his balls. The view was further exposed with Dear spreading her ass cheeks.
It was like giving breathing room.
Harribel's boobs were amazing against his chest. Hearing her breath and gasp from what he had done to her was an honour.
The climax ended.
His balls…
"Still full."
With that measly warning, Dear flipped her onto her back, her legs splayed wide. He thrust into her with a ferocity that left her breathless.
"Hngghhh~❤!"
Harribel's eyes rolled back, her tongue lolling out as she screamed in pleasure. In seconds, his cock was pounding into her with great intensity.
"DEAR❤~! YES, YES, YES~! FUCK ME❤! FUCK MEEE~!❤"
Harribel was almost hysterical with lust.
His balls slapped against her ass, the sound echoing through the room. Harribel's body clenched around him, her orgasms coming one after another, each one more intense than the last. She was lost in the sensation, her mind consumed by the pleasure he was giving her.
His dick was just that good.
"Dear… I'm… I'm…" Harribel gasped, her voice breaking as another orgasm ripped through her.
He smiled, all happy-go-lucky, and his thrusts became faster. Except the previous orgasm left him way too sensitive. "F-fuck…!"
Harribel's cunt clenched around him. "D-do not be ashamed." The old Harribel had returned with her pride and stoicism. "D-do it, Dear… fill me… fill me!❤"
Dear grabbed her thighs, buried himself to the hilt, and exploded inside her. His cock pulsed and thrummed as he emptied himself into her womb for the second time in two minutes. Harribel's body arched off the bed, her scream of pleasure echoing through the room as she came one final time, her mind shattering under the intensity of it all.
Dear collapsed onto her boobs. Harribel immediately went to stroking his hair.
"Dear…" Harribel whispered. His cock still buried inside, she let out a whimper. "Y-you are a one of a kind…"
He looked up at her, his eyes filled with adoration and buried in her cleavage. "Thanks but…"
Throb, throb, throb.
Harribel blinked twice.
He was still hard.
"Can we go again?" Dear asked sheepishly.
Tier Harribel…
Just what had she gotten herself into?
***
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
A cock shouldn't have felt this good.
A human shouldn't have been this good at wielding it.
"Nngggh~!❤ Gsshkkk! Hnngghh~!❤"
Old Harribel was back. Calm and composed individual despite her flair for borderline exhibitionism. But was the quiet demeanor and level-headed nature still there?
Eh, not really.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
With her cheeks getting clapped the way they were, it was impossible to be composed and quiet. She had to moan. She had to whimper.
The room was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, the air heavy with the rhythmic slap of skin against skin. Dear loomed behind Harribel as he plowed her ass. Yes, plowing her ass. Her anus hole was equally as loved as her pussy at this point. His hands kneaded her ass cheeks as he drove his twelve-inch cock deep into her asshole with a force that made her toes curl.
Harribel, usually so composed and silent, was a mess of moans and gasps, her back arched as she pressed her face into the mattress, her fingers clutching at the sheets for dear life.
"Dearrrrr~!❤"
Harribel managed to breathe out, her voice turning into another whimper as he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her. His cock was a monster, thick and veiny, and every inch of it seemed to stretch her in the most delicious way. She could feel every ridge, every pulse of him as he pistoned in and out of her.
Dear was smiling with that same stupid innocence, his dark skin glistening with sweat as he leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear.
"Do you like it? Do you like taking this big dick."
He punctuated his words with a particularly hard thrust, making Harribel cry out, her body shuddering as another wave of pleasure crashed over her.
Her orgasm came suddenly, shattering her as she clenched around him, her body spasming uncontrollably.
"Dear!"
she screamed as she came harder than she had in the past twenty minuets. Dear grunted, his pace never faltering as he continued to pound into her, reveling in the way she tightened around him.
"That's it, Harribel," he murmured, his hands kneading the firm, ebony flesh of her ass cheeks while he fucked that shit up.
But even as she came down from her high, Harribel could feel the heat building again, the incessant rhythm of Dear's thrusts driving her closer to the edge once more. She was losing count of how many times he'd made her cum, but she didn't care. She wanted more. Always more.
So he delivered.
"Cumming!"
He casually sighed and dumped a load in her defenceless anus. No warning at all, Harribel happily accepted it.
Dear pulled out of her, leaving her asshole overflowing with his thick, creamy nut. His fat balls had not weakened in the slightest. They were still spewing out obscene load after obscene load.
Harribel panted, still standing on her hands and knees. "D-don't underestimate an Espada…"
"Yeah? Alright, let's take this to the kitchen."
CLAP!
He was back inside her pussy. The familiar wet warmth earned a sigh from Dear and a gasp from Harribel.
"D-Deaaarrr…!"
"Come on, let's go.
His voice was casual as if they were discussing the weather instead of continuing their marathon fuck session. Harribel nodded, her breaths still coming in short gasps as she pushed herself up on unsteady legs.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Harribel crawled. Dear grabbed her arms and tugged on them like reigns.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
He walked her off the bed. He walked her and fucked her at the same time.
They made their way out of the room, Harribel's legs trembling with every step as Dear's hand found her ass, groping it possessively as they walked and fucked. The cool tiles of the kitchen floor were a stark contrast to the heat radiating from their bodies. Casually, Dear opened the fridge, pulling out a bottle of water. He took a long swig, his eyes never leaving Harribel as hips plowed her.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
He went balls-deep, pelvis taut against her booty and drank the rest of the cold water.
"Phew. Do you need any?" Dear asked as he stopped fucking and set the bottle down. His hand moved back to her ass, squeezing it hard. Harribel bit her lip and shook her head.
"H-Hollows have no need for water.
Harribel reached for the counter to steady herself and bend herself over properly. Already stuffed her cunt, with one brutal thrust, he was back to fucking, his cock stretching her wide as he began to fuck her with the same relentless pace as before. Harribel moaned, her hands gripping the edge of the counter as Dear pounded into her, his hips slamming against her ass with a force that left her seeing stars.
"Dear~!❤ Dear~!❤ ! I-I will cum again!❤"
Harribel whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper as she felt the familiar coil of pleasure tightening in her belly.
Dear chuckled, his hands moving to her hips as he drove into her harder, faster, determined to make her cum one more time.
And she did. Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body convulsing as she screamed his name, her pussy clenching around him like a vice. Dear grunted, one hand on her ass with his balls tightening.
"Want it inside again?"
"Y-yes! Do it…!❤"
He slammed into her one last time and his cock plunged her womb with his seed. Harribel moaned, shaking madly as she felt him spilling inside her. His creampie both overwhelming and intoxicating.
Dear pulled out of her, his cock slick with her juices and his cum. He stumbled onto a kitchen stool, catching his breath. Harribel turned and chased after his softening dong.
She was not going to let it end. Not now.
"Harribel," he groaned, his hands tangling in her hair as she took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his cockhead as she cleaned him. She was relentless, her mouth and hands working in perfect harmony. Her hands on the shaft and her lips on his tip while her eyes were locked on his. She suuuucked him back to full hardness.
"You're not done yet," she murmured. Her tongue teased the sensitive spot just beneath the head of his cock. Dear groaned, his hips bucking as he felt himself getting close again.
"Harribel, I'm gonna cum." Dear gripped her hair tighter, his body tensing as he felt the familiar pressure building in his balls. Harribel didn't stop and he nutted inside.
The future queen of Hueco Mundo swallowed every drop. "Haah…" the ebony-blonde lady pulled back, a satisfied smile on her face. That fat cock of his was back. She let the weighty meat flop on her face. A beat of utter submission passed.
Harribel no longer worked for Aizen. She served this cock. It had earned her respect and her love.
She planted juicy kisses up the shaft until the tip was on her face. She was smearing herself with his love cream, her complexion and his cum making it a breathtaking view.
This woman could kill him with a single slash. Instead of that, she whored herself out to his cock. Tier Harribel submitted.
Dear looked down at her, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. "You're insatiable," he said.
"And you have a big cock," Harribel replaced, her voice filled with a hunger that matched his own. She rose to her feet and put a hand on her hip. Cum was still stuffed in her pussy and anus.
She licked her lips. She smirked.
"I want more❤."
Harribel's fingers dug into Dear's shoulders as she pushed herself onto him. Her breath was heavy, her body trembling with a need she couldn't put into words. She didn't need to. Her actions spoke volumes as she climbed onto him, her legs straddling his hips, her wetness already dripping against his cock.
Dear's hands instinctively gripped her waist, his fingers pressing into her thicc booty as she positioned herself over him. 'God, her ass is amazing,' he thought, his cock throbbing as it brushed against her slick folds. Harribel's eyes locked onto his, dark and predatory, and with a sharp exhale, she sank down onto him, taking him in one smooth motion.
"Ah❤!" Harribel gasped, her head tilting back as she felt the full length of him stretch her. Dear groaned, his grip tightening as he felt her walls clench around him, hot and tight.
'Twelve inches,' he thought with a smirk, 'and she takes it like a damn champion.'
Harribel didn't give him a moment to recover. Her hips started moving instantly, riding him with a ferocity that left him breathless. Her hands laced around his neck. They almost kissed but opted to just stare and fuck. This was a mating. This was raw sex in its purest form.
Man and woman. Human and hollow. Young man and black woman.
It just worked.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Harribel rose and fell, the sound of their skin slapping together filling the kitchen. That primal rage was seen in her fucking. She was too fast—much too fast for an ordinary human like Dear.
So what did he do?
He groped her tits. He fondled them, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, already hard and sensitive. Harribel's breath hitched, her pace faltering for just a moment before she redoubled her efforts, grinding down on him with even more intensity.
Yes, she thought, more, more, more. Her body was on fire, every nerve alight with the sensation of him filling her, stretching her, fucking her just the way she needed.
"Dear," she whispered to his mouth, "don't stop."
Calm and prideful. The old Harribel.
"Fuck me harder❤."
Slutty and hot. The new Harribel.
Dear didn't need to be told twice. His hands moved to her ass, gripping her tightly as he thrust up into her. Harribel smiled. He could never, ever keep up with her in speed. Only when she allowed could he find an opening and cum her.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"Nnnnngh!❤ C-cumming❤!"
With how fast and repeatedly she orgasmed…Harribel did not mind relinquishing control.
"You really are a slut, aren't you?"
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
"Can't ever stop fucking even for a second."
"I-I don't care about being an Espada! I just…nnggh!❤ I just want to cum!! I just want to be fucked by you!!!❤ "
They kissed.
Suddenly , Dear started hitting those spots inside her hollow womb that made her see stars. Her hands scrambled for purchase, one gripping his ballsack, the other tangling in his hair.
"I-I won't—"
Harribel wanted to control back. Guess what? Dear wouldn't allow it.
SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—!
"Hnnggfhh!❤ Y-you…! Haaah!" Her head and eyes rolled back. "CUMMMING~❤!"
The kitchen was alive with the sounds of their passion—her moans, his grunts, the wet slap of their bodies coming together. Harribel's pace was wild, unrelenting, as she rode him with abandon. She could feel it rising, a tidal wave of pleasure threatening to crash over her, and she clung to Dear like a whore.
"Dear," she gasped, her voice breaking as she felt the first wave of her climax hit. Her walls clenched around him, her body tightening as she came, her entire being consumed by the intensity of it.
"DEAR~!❤ YOUR COCK IS MAKING ME ORGASM!❤"
Harribel screamed, her hips grinding against him as she chased every last drop of pleasure.
Dear groaned, his own release building as he felt her walls milk him. She wanted it, needed it, her body still trembling from her orgasm.
"Cum in me." Harribel's lips brushed against his. Tears were almost in her eyes. Her boobs were pressed to his chest. "Fill me up, Dear."
That was all it took. Dear's balls tensed, his hips bucking upward as he came, his cum flooding her as he held her tight. Harribel's eyes fluttered closed, her body shuddering as she felt him pulse inside her, his release only adding to the fire that still burned in her core.
For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies pressed together, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Harribel's head rested against his shoulder, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest as she tried to calm her racing heart. But even then, even as she felt him softening inside her, she knew it wasn't enough. She was still hungry, still desperate for more.
Slowly, she raised her head, her eyes meeting his as a small smirk played on her lips. Dear raised an eyebrow, already sensing what was coming. "You're not done, are you?" he asked.
Harribel didn't respond with words. Instead, she leaned in, her lips capturing his in a searing kiss that left no room for doubt. She removed herself to her lap and went down to her knees. Her hands moved to his cock, already hardening again under her touch, and she felt a thrill of satisfaction as she felt him twitch in her hand.
"Harribel," Dear groaned as she kissed his nutsack. "You're gonna be the death of me."
She smirked up at him, her hand still stroking him. "Then let's make it a good death," she purred before taking him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock as she began to work him again.
Dear's head fell back against the counter, a groan escaping his lips as she took him deeper, her mouth hot and wet as she moved on him. 'God, she's fucking amazing,' he thought, his hands tangling in her hair as she worked him with a skill that left him speechless.
Harribel's pace was slow at first, her tongue teasing him as she took him in and out of her mouth. But soon, she grew impatient, her movements growing faster, more desperate as she felt him harden fully in her mouth. Her hand moved to his balls, gently massaging them as she took him as deep as she could, her lips brushing against his base. Dear's hips bucked upward, a low growl escaping his lips as he felt her throat constrict around him.
"Harribel," he groaned, his voice strained as he felt his release building once again. "I'm gonna cum."
She didn't stop. If anything, she moved faster, her mouth working him with a fervor that left him breathless. Dear's grip on her hair tightened, his body tensing as he came, his cum spilling into her mouth once more. Harribel swallowed every drop, her tongue cleaning him all the while.
Dear looked down at her, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Harribel's eyes met his, dark and filled with a hunger that left no doubt that she was far from done. She walked and jumped onto the counter. The tanned woman spread her legs "Again." Harribel beckoned with a finger and a serious battle-ready expression. "I am not done with you yet."
Did anybody think fucking big-booty, big-titty Tier Harribel was going to be easy? Hell no.
***
They fucked for three more hours in the kitchen. Levon creampied her mores times than ten married couples would.
Dear groaned as he dumped his twentieth load of the night. 'This woman's gonna kill me,' he thought, but he didn't care. 'If this was how he was going to die, then he was going to go out with a fucking bang.'
Harribel's lips pulled away from Dear's with a soft, wet sound. Her eyes, dark and gleaming with an unspoken demand, locked onto his. Without a word, she slid off the counter, her bare feet hitting the floor with a quiet thud. Her hand reached for his, her fingers curling around his wrist as she began to lead him away from the kitchen.
Dear didn't resist. He couldn't. The way she moved, the way her body seemed to radiate heat and hunger, left him spellbound. His cock, still slick with her saliva, twitched at full mast as he followed her.
The twelve inch piece of man meat could not wait.
They passed through the living room. Harribel's steps were deliberate, her hips swaying with a rhythm that made Dear mouth go dry. She glanced over her shoulder at him, her lips curving into a subtle smile that sent a shiver down his spine.
When they reached the balcony doors, Harribel pushed them open, the cool night air rushing in to greet them. Dear's breath caught in his throat as he realized where she was taking him. The balcony overlooked Karakura Town, the lights glittering like stars below them but you know that all the houses were empty. It was exposed, open, and utterly exhilarating
No way.
Yes way
Harribel stepped out onto the balcony, her naked thicc figure bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight. She turned to face him, her eyes narrowing slightly as she beckoned him with a single, curling finger. Dear walked in after her, the cool breeze brushing against his heated skin and his hot erection.
The moment the door closed behind him, Harribel was on him. Her hands were on his chest, her nails digging into his skin as she pushed him back against the railing. Dear's arms instinctively wrapped around her, his hands gripping her waist.
"H-Harribel—"
Her lips found his neck, her teeth grazing his skin as she kissed and bit her way down to his collarbone. Dear's head fell back, a low groan escaping his lips as he felt her boobs pressing against him.
"Harribel, do you really want to fuck here?"
You knew that the houses were empty but it still feel risky.
She didn't answer. Instead, her hands moved down his chest, her fingers trailing over his abs before they wrapped around his cock. Dear hissed, his hips bucking involuntarily as she began to stroke him, her touch firm and sure.
Her eyes met his, and for a moment, there was a flicker of something in her gaze—something wild and untamed. Then she switched places with him, bending over the railing as she presented herself to him. Dear's breath came in short, sharp gasps as he took in the sight of her, her ass raised and ready for him.
He didn't hesitate. His hands gripped her hips, his cock sliding between her thighs. A mess up. "Sorry," he murmured and who could blame him. This ebony chick was thicc. He positioned himself and he thrust into her, his length sheathing itself deep inside her tight, wet heat.
"Nnnnggg~!❤" Harribel's back arched, a soft moan escaping her lips as she gripped the railing, her knuckles turning white. "This is, haah! Such a big cock❤!"
'S-so wet and slippery! I just…I just want to fuck her!'
Dear6 hands tightened on her hips as he began to move, his thrusts deep and relentless. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the air, a rhythmic slap that echoed out into the night. Harribel matched his rhythm, her hips rocking back to meet him.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Karakura Town stretched out before them, but neither of them cared . The only thing that mattered was the heat between them, the way his dick pounded her pussy. Dear's hands moved from her hips to her ass and then her arms. He was fucking her harde than ever before. Harribel's moans turned into cries, her body trembling with pleasure as she felt herself building toward another orgasm.
What was happening here? Why did Harribel decided to fuck here? Simple. She was learning. Harribel was an apex predator in combat. The same could not be said in bed. In bed, she belonged to this big black cock. So her role was to constantly adapt to Dear's needs. To empty his balls until her body broke down.
"Harribel, you're so fucking wet, all I can do is—" CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! "Fuck your brains out!"
"That's it! That's ittt~❤! Nnnggfh~❤! You, should claim me! Claim me❤!"
He didn't need to be told twice. His thrusts became even more powerful, his cock driving into her with a force that made her toes curl. Harribel's cries grew louder, legs and arms shaking as she came.
God, he was so good.
Dear felt her inner walls clench around him, and it was all he could do to hold on. He gritted his teeth, his thrusts faltering as he fought to keep himself from cumming too soon. But Harribel wasn't done. She reached back and stroked his sack.
"Dear, just give it to me❤."
That was all it took. Dear's control snapped, his hips slamming into hers as he came. Slam, slam, slam! Each slam was accompanied by his cum filling her up in hot, pulsing waves.
Harribel shuddered, her own orgasm cresting again as she felt him inside her, her moans turning into a soft whimper.
For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies pressed together as they caught their breath. Dear's hands rested on her hips, his forehead pressed against her back as he tried to steady himself. Harribel's big boobs rose and fell rapidly.
She was standing. Somehow.
Honestly, Harribel could not believe. In a one on one battle, Captain Hitsugaya failed to kill her. Sosuke Aizen struck her from behind and also failed to kill her.
But this man…
This ordinary looking man…
She conceded. She wholly conceded to his strength. To the big fat cock that was still pumping her full.
"A-allow me—❤"
She was about to unglue herself from him. Not today. Not this time. He stayed balls-deep. In fact, he pressed further.
"Don't.."
He grabbed her by the cheek and kissed her.
Dear's balls churned and he nutted inside her again. Perhaps it was pathetic to cum so prematurely.
So what?
Kissing and cumming inside the woman you loved was nothing to be ashamed of. His cock pumped, pumped, pumped while his eyes stared half-lidded and in love.
****
Two weeks later.
The sunlight filtered lazily through the blinds, casting soft patterns over the sheets where Tier Harribel stirred. Her body ached in a pleasant way, a reminder of the previous night's exertions. She stretched, rolling onto her side, her golden hair spilling over the pillow as she opened her eyes. The bed beside her was empty.
The faint sound of sizzling caught her attention, and she pushed herself up, her dark skin brushing against the cool sheets. She slid out of bed without a care for modesty—she never had any—and made her way to the kitchen.
Dear stood at the stove, completely nude, flipping eggs in a pan with a practiced ease. His muscular body caught the morning light, every defined muscle and strong contour emphasized. And, of course, there it was—his impressive black dong hanging heavy, swaying slightly.
Levon glanced back at her, flashing a lazy grin. "Oh, hey, you're awake."
Harribel crossed her arms under her ample chest. "You are up early," she remarked, her tone smooth and even.
Dear snorted. "You drained my balls dry, Harribel. Too much of an ache to stay in bed."
Her teal eyes flickered downward, assessing his well-endowed assets with an appreciative hum. Indeed, his hefty sack looked just the slightest bit less full than usual—a rare feat. She smirked. "A shame. I enjoy you at full strength."
Dear chuckled, plating the eggs and tossing some toast onto the side. "Thank you." He grabbed two forks and slid a plate toward her.
She sat at the small table, taking the offered plate. "I take what is mine," she said simply.
Dear sat across from her, resting an arm on the table.
"Speaking of that…" She looked at him expectantly as he took a bite of toast. "What's on your mind?"
"You."
"Aside from me. Last night, you…were…"
"Easier to defeat?"
"Y-yeah. I felt you were thinking about something."
Harribel speared a piece of egg with her fork. "I need to return to Hueco Mundo," she said. "Lord Aizen is gone, as are Lord Stark and Barragan. The Espada are scattered. The Hollows will need leadership."
Dear blinked. "You wanna be Queen?"
She nodded. "Yes. And…I would like you to join me."
"M-me?"
"You will need to die in all likelihood. Do not worry, I will not make it painful."
"That's…" Dear hummed and leaned back until the front legs of the chair left the floor. He chewed thoughtfully. "That's…nice of you, I guess. But I like it here on Earth. Got my shop, got food that isn't sand, and, you know…" His lips curled into a smile. "I get to see my girl walk around naked in my house."
"...there is a kind of joy from that, I suppose."
Dear ran a shop that sold flowers. So yeah, he lived an ordinary life here in Karakura Town.
Harribel studied him for a long moment. She reached across the table and took his hand in hers, her fingers cool but firm. "Then I will stay," she declared.
Dear blinked. "Just like that?"
Harribel squeezed his hand. "You are mine." She met his gaze, her expression unreadable, but there was a warmth in her eyes that hadn't been there before. "Where you are, I will be."
Dear laughed. She was in love. "You really don't play around, huh?"
She cooly brought his hand to her lips and pressed a slow kiss to his knuckles. "I take what is mine," she repeated.
Dear grinned. "Well, I guess that makes me the luckiest man in two worlds."
His cock tapped against the table, fully erect. He knew it. She knew it. It was time for Harribel to permanently affirm her status here by having his seed inside her.