It took three fucking hours to get the hellspawn—also known as his heir—to finally decide to take a nap.
Gabriel was spent. Drained, even. After having to kill a few Hollows who wanted to start a revolution—after being promised some power by someone, no idea who.
They were brutally killed, though not in public. They didn't deserve that right. Though, most other Hollows rather liked this place, so he didn't actively have to do this shit like during the war. Some Hollows had tried a takeover... just to get killed by the very people they were trying to rally up.
He only heard about it when he came back. Shit was sad.
Oh well. The vast majority of the Hollows in his kingdom were once very weak, and now were decently strong, and hadn't forgotten their roots. So when they heard a bastard was planning to fuck that up—
3,000 Hollows used a Cero at the same time on this one Adjucha-tier Hollow. Sure, one of them wouldn't do shit... but 3,000? He was evaporated. And the Hollows who participated were even rewarded. He was truly instilling loyalty into their DNA.
Good.
Currently, the best ruler—period. The Quincy didn't have a better leader, and Soul Society was still rebuilding. So he was the best one.
He could be seen laying his head on some soft legs.
To be specific—some thighs. To be more specific—
Neliel's thighs.
She sat with a calm grace, his head nestled in her lap like it belonged there. Her fingers gently threaded through his hair, smooth and slow—just enough to calm the war still buzzing in his veins.
"You did well," she whispered, her voice the sound of a summer breeze. "He's strong... but he listens to you."
"He listens because I'm the only one crazy enough to roar louder than he does." He was strict when needed, and since Harribel was at the same time a doting mother and a Mexican mother—no, for real, she could be strict. Very strict. More like an Asian mom. She wanted the best for her baby...
Nel smiled faintly.
He could feel it in the way her thighs flexed slightly around him. Not out of tension, no—just a protective reflex, like a lioness guarding a weary mate.
This wasn't just affection. It was sanctuary.
"You're exhausted," she murmured, leaning down a bit, her hair draping beside his face like a curtain of green silk. "You run a kingdom... you raise a godling... and you still make time for all of us."
Her hand brushed against his cheek.
He looked up at her—into those eyes of hers, deep pools of calm in an otherwise chaotic world.
"...You'd make a good mother," he said softly.
She blinked, surprised, a light pink flush creeping across her cheeks. "You think so?"
"Wouldn't you just want to be one?" he said softly, his gaze watching her reaction.
She swallowed her own saliva. Hm. He could feel her moving her legs around. Oh my.
A silence settled again—thicker this time. Heavy. Emotional.
Warm.
And then, slowly, he leaned up. Met her lips. A kiss that was gentle at first... and then wasn't. Something deep stirred. Old instincts. That same possessiveness that made him protect Aurelón like a dragon guarding gold.
Neliel trembled slightly beneath him. But her legs locked around his waist like a cage made of velvet and steel. Don't ask how it came to this.
She wasn't afraid.
She wanted this.
Hours later...
Neliel lay curled against his chest, her breathing slow and even, her body molded to his like moonlight to the sea.
Gabriel stared at the ceiling, one arm wrapped around her waist, the other cradling her hand.
"She's definitely pregnant," he murmured to himself.
He could feel it already. The stir of Reiryoku within her—not hers. Not his.
Theirs.
And with Sun-Sun already a few weeks along?
Yes, Sun-Sun was already pregnant. Shouldn't be a surprise, really, considering how much that snake just knows how to get in his pants. Inventing new tricks like having a very long and very nimble tongue. We're talking being jerked off by the tongue.
He didn't stutter. His shit was stroked with her tongue. He feared what Lilith may have thought of this snake. He was being used as her practice dummy—which he didn't mind, really.
Anyway, after having placed Aurelón to bed a few weeks ago, she sweet-talked him, and there, while the baby was sleeping next door, did they do it. Thank the heavens she didn't moan. She did bite him... hard.
Her bite and nail marks were still there. If he were to describe them, it would be like this:
Harribel was submissive, but could be ridiculously fierce.
Sun-Sun was innovative—we're talking she's the kind to introduce BDSM into it.
Nel was shy with it, but when she used commands—yes, her powers—
Apacci was completely submissive. If he was assertive enough, he could practically have her do anything.
And Mila Rose was fierce, kind of having everything be some sort of competition.
So yes.
A lot of flavor in here.
A/N Sora chapter would take longer to come out now since he can see comments and I kind have to write the chapters depending on the comment so yes, the comments matters.