Chapter 7 - Night with the Dragon


Final Chapter
Night with the Dragon

Bount Hideout; Penthouse Suite

Vigo smiled as he stared at the frightened Orihime Kurosaki, the woman clutching the coat that covered her naked body. "Color me impressed, Mrs. Kurosaki. When we decided to kidnap you to get to your husband, I figured it'd be an easy snatch and grab. Everything we had on you said you were just a big-tittied housewife with unique healing powers. To think you'd cause us this much trouble…"

As Vigo stood up and walked around the desk, Orihime braced herself for an attack. There was no doubt the boss of the Bounts wasn't going to let her go without a fight. Still, Orihime drummed up some bravado. "You really think you'll win? When Ichigo gets a hold of you, there won't even be dust left after he learns what you and your friends did to me."

Stopping for a moment, Vigo chuckled. "Yeah, wasn't expecting you to be as entertaining as you've been to my comrades. I expected Kristov to indulge himself and Biyu would get her pound of flesh but you've been quite the busy bee. I wonder how your husband will feel when I tell him his wife's such a harlot."

Anger bubbled inside Orihime's stomach. Her hands balled into fists. "Don't…you…dare call me that after what your friends did to me!" she seethed, her eyes flashing with hatred for what'd been done to her by Kristov, Valentina, Biyu and Oliver. Her body ached in places she didn't know she had and her asshole and pussy felt like she'd been through hell.

"Heheheh, I'm just calling a spade a spade, that's all." Opening a drawer in the desk, Vigo produced a remote and gestured to the row of surveillance televisions on the wall. "You've given me quite the show." He hit a button and the screens came alive. One showed Orihime being tortured by Vigo, another getting fucked against the glass in the gym by Oliver and the third revealing Orihime getting double penetrated by the female Bounts.

"You know, I was just going to hold you hostage and kill you after I finished ripping your husband limb from limb. Your kid too for good measure before we continued on with the rest of your friends."

Orihime took a bold step forward while Vigo turned off the monitors. "Haven't you had enough? You're no match for Ichigo! And the Vandenreich is gone. You're free from their control! There's no need for you to get revenge!"

The look in Vigo's eyes changed and he went from condescending to menacing within the blink of an eye. "You know nothing, you brainless slut!" he spat as he crushed the remote with his tight grip. "Have you any idea what it's like to be grown in a tank, given a single purpose only to be left in the gutter? Every day my commands run through my head like clockwork, only there's no way to fulfill them. The past ten years have been utter agony! And the only respite…is the death of Ichigo Kurosaki."

Regaining his composure, the Bount reached into his vest pocket and revealed his Fabergé egg. "Not only have you been a nuisance, running amok in our home while parading in that gaudy outfit, you've also killed two of my teammates. And while I was never partial to Kristov or Oliver, they were still my people."

Clutching her coat, Orihime gulped but tried to call his bluff. "Don't bother. There isn't enough room to summon your Doll. I remember how big it was back at the park. You'd blow the roof off the building and get everyone's attention."

The logic made Vigo pause for a moment. He set down the egg and clapped his hands. "Bravo, Mrs. Kurosaki. I see your husband didn't marry you just for your killer body. You're absolutely correct. If I summoned Fafnir now, I'd most likely cause all kinds of destruction and get the attention of everyone in town, plus the Soul Society. However, unlike the others, I was created with a more unique talent. One that is similar to Oliver's Doll."

Orihime had a bad idea where this was going as he picked up the egg again. "What are you talking about?"

"Oliver's Doll wasn't really a creature. Odin was simply lightning that was channeled through his glass eye. He was very similar to how Jin Kariya channeled the wind. I, on the other hand, was created with the sole ability to become truly one with my Doll. Don't worry, Mrs. Kurosaki. I'm not going to kill you." Vigo held up the egg as his eyes practically seethed with evil. "I'm going to break you."

"Zeige Dich: Fafnir."

The familiar glyph of the Bounts appeared on the Fabergé egg. But this time a dragon didn't spawn from the large egg. Fire erupted from the object and swiftly engulfed Vigo, burning away his clothes and searing his flesh, transforming him into something far more and far less than human.

Vigo stepped away from the desk to reveal his new form in all his draconic glory. His skin was now replaced by scales as red as rubies. Behind him wings flapped angrily, whipping up a storm inside the room while a tail thumped behind him. His head had taken the features of the dragon, sporting horns on top of his skull. But what caught Orihime's attention the most was the large red cock between the Bount's legs.

"Normally I'd reconfigure my scales to be a little less revealing," Vigo sneered, "But since you were nice enough to show me that tasty armor of yours, I felt it'd be rude not to return the favor."

With a burst of speed, the dragon-man was upon her. Orihime brought up her Santen Kesshun, but a burning punch from Vigo shattered it, knocking her back. Hitting the wall, Orihime saw stars and pain shot throughout her back. "Nghhhhh!" Without the suit's nano-armor, the impact was much greater. But more than that, Orihime felt like her mind was about to melt from the pain.

Noting Orihime's reaction, Vigo chuckled. "Looks like you're still under the effects of Biyu's poison. You managed to shake off the hallucinogen part of Anansi's venom, but your body's as sensitive as ever. Guess Biyu forgot to tell you it was permanent." His heavy footsteps echoed across the room as he began to stalk towards the orangette. "Don't worry. By the time I'm done, I'll have fucked you so hard you can't tell the difference between pain and pleasure."

As much as it killed Orihime to do so, she shed her coat and bared it all before Vigo. If her Santen Kesshun was no good against the Bount, the odds that she'd be able to kill him with one strike from Tsubaki was low. Which meant that her only way to fight him…was the suit. Hitting the button, her body glowed as the helmet, gauntlets and boots appeared on her body. To her relief, her sword materialized in her hand.

The sight of the sexy Orihime in that armor made Vigo lick his lips with a reptilian tongue. "You know, I wasn't too partial to that outfit when I first saw it but I'm starting to like it."

Gritting her teeth, Orihime charged at Vigo, her sword held high over her head. Vigo brought his arm up to block. Thankfully Orihime's sword didn't break like it did on Oliver's biceps. However, Vigo's scales were hard enough to withstand the metal blade, Vigo pushing her back. Seeing the scratch on his scales, Vigo raised an eyebrow. "Hmm, sharper than I expected. Seems Kisuke Urahara made that from something special."

Orihime held her sword up and took a stance. "Next strike is going straight through your eye."

"Sorry, but I've no intention of ending up like Oliver." Taking a stance of his own, Vigo spread his wings and flapped them. Remembering her fight with Valentina, Orihime stabbed her sword into the floor to anchor herself before she was blown back against the wall again. As soon as Vigo's flapping ended, Orihime dashed forward with her sword in hand.

But Vigo had already ascertained that Orihime's blade was no threat to him now that he knew it could only scratch his scales. Like Nnoitora once did to Ichigo, Vigo grabbed the blade with is clawed hand and brought the big-tittied woman to a halt. "You've got guts, Orihime. I'll give you that much." His grip on the sword tightened while Orihime struggled to pull it free. "But you're nowhere near as good a warrior as your husband or your friends." Keeping Orihime at bay, the large tail behind the dragon-man swung hard, hitting Orihime in the stomach.

The blow knocked Orihime back again, her sword slipping out of her grasp. She landed on the floor with a thud. Vigo took the sword and tossed it away. Orihime got up and took another fighting stance, not willing to back down. The naked orangette surprised Vigo with her suit's enhanced strength when she threw a kick and hit him square in the chest, knocking the dragon-man backwards. 'I don't know what to do but I can't give up. I can't kill him through his Doll but that doesn't mean I can't hurt him.'

Orihime surprised Vigo with her marital arts, having kept up her practices with Tatsuki after giving birth to help better protect her boy. And with the added benefit of her enhanced strength and speed, Vigo realized that she was becoming more of a trouble than he initially thought.

But for all Orihime's determination, the Bount wasn't about to go down. He opened his mouth and spewed fire at the woman. Orihime jumped to the side to avoid the fireball and grabbed Vigo's tail. She pulled on it with the full intention of picking Vigo up and slamming him into the floor but the Bount didn't budge, even with her new strength. "Sorry, but I'm afraid you're outside your weight class," taunted the dragon man.

The tail in Orihime's hands jerked, sending her flying up into the ceiling. As she came crashing back down, Vigo flapped his wings again and blasted her away while she was in midair. Orihime crashed into the desk, bowing over it. She sat up, only to once again feel the hot sting of fire when a fireball hit her in the back, mirroring Pegasus's move. "Gahhh!" she screamed before slumping over the desk in pain.

Vigo's dark shadow loomed over Orihime, standing behind the bent-over woman. "Heh, looks like I hit you right were Valentina did. Ah well, you look better cooked to a crisp," taunted the dragon-man. His eyes leered at the naked Orihime as her back smoldered from the burn. Looking at her bent over with her ass sticking towards him was a sight that made his reptilian cock stand at attention. "You've lost." Orihime cringed as clawed hands spread her supple cheeks. "And to the victor go the spoils."

The Bount's cock pushed into Orihime's pink folds and entered with little effort. The feeling of the hot rod sliding into her cunt made the naked Orihime cry out, unable to fight back when Vigo put a hand on her burned back. "Ahhh!" she cried out, her lower half feeling as hot as hell, the insidious Bount pumping in and out of her, his claws digging into her ass. Vigo's cock was hotter than any Orihime had ever taken. And while he wasn't as titanic as Oliver, he was big enough to spread the woman wide.

"Ahh! Noo! Stop!"

But Orihime's pleas for mercy worked on Vigo as well as they did for the others. The desk rattled and shook as he relentlessly had his way with the helpless Orihime. All the poor woman could do was grip the edges of the desk and try to bear the burning in her loins while Vigo enjoyed her soft womanhood.

"Nghhhhhh!"

The red hot scales on Vigo's hips slapped Orihime's soft ass. "Nice," he sighed as he reveled in the wet heat of Orihime's folds gripping his cock. "For someone who's been fucked silly in the past two days, you're as tight a slut as ever!"

Orihime thought her womanhood was going to be scorched by Vigo's fiery dick. But it wasn't just the heat attacking her pussy and womb that were affecting her. As Vigo had pointed out earlier, Biyu's poison was still in Orihime's system and her sensitivity was still as high as it was when she was getting double-fucked by her and Valentina. Every hot thrust into her snatch made her head spin. To make matters worse, her body was quickly beginning to respond to Vigo's fucking, her pussy getting wet even as she cried out in protest. "Nghhhh! Ahhhhh!"

As if that wasn't bad enough, Vigo's scaly physique extended to his genitals. His hot rod was covered in small bumps that rubbed against each and every sensitive spot inside her pussy. Jolts of ecstasy shot through her entire body as the tip touched the back, knocking at the door to her womb. From head to toe Orihime Kurosaki was in agonizing bliss.

Hearing Orihime's cries turned on Vigo like never before. His clawed hands left Orihime's waist to grab at her tits, pulling her backwards into his hard chest. As his claws dug into her soft tits, Orihime could feel her violator's searing hot breath in her ear, mixing with the sound of his body ravishing hers with all his might. Orihime bit her lip and tried to fight the unwanted pleasure that grew in her loins but her body was too horny to fight back the pleasure.

Her body, too fresh from her fucking at the hands of the female Bounts, Orihime could feel that tidal wave of pleasure threaten to crash down on her. She knew that if she gave in she could never look her husband in the eye. But it was no use. Her body demanded its due and she was powerless to stop it. "Ahhhhh! Nooooooo!" she cried out helplessly as she climaxed, her pussy tightening around the hot rod buried inside it and squirting. Vigo grinned as Orihime's body yielded to him, his hips refusing to stop.

"Cumming even as your enemy is having his way with you. I honestly wish your husband was here right now so I can see his face" Vigo taunted, dragging his long, burning-hot tongue across her neck. With a loud grunt, he slammed into Orihime's pussy, the tip pushing into her cervix right before he unloaded inside of her, filling her womb with his seed. Orihime weakly cried out as he filled her, tears of shame stinging her eyes.

Orihime's hell wasn't over yet. Vigo had only begun…

Hours later…

The sky outside the penthouse windows were pitch black while the dragon Bount fornicated with the helpless Orihime.

"Ahhhh! Ohhhh! Nghhhh! Ah! Ahhh!"

The pair were on the couch. The dragon-man bounced the armored Orihime up and down his hotrod. His arms wrapped around her arms and legs, keeping her feet up in the air as he held her in a full nelson. Reduced to Vigo's cocksleeve, Orihime was melting from the heat in her loins. She could barely make a coherent thought. She couldn't even think out a plea for help from her husband. Her mind was slipping further and further away thanks to Vigo's fucking.

"You've been cumming nonstop. You were so defiant earlier but you're nothing but moaning now."

As if to prove his point, Orihime threw her head back and howled in ecstasy as she came, her vision blurring while her body tensed up, squirting all over Vigo's cock again.

Despite fucking Orihime for hours and filling her womb multiple times, Vigo had lost no steam. He picked up the pace, making Orihime's howling grow louder until he came inside her again.

Gravity shifted around Orihime as she found herself dangling in the air, Vigo standing up to fuck her at a different angle. "Noo…" she weakly moaned, her mind hanging on by a thread.

"No? Looks like I need to take it up a notch."

"Gahhhhhhhhhh!" Orihime screamed as Vigo's hips moved at almost Flashstep speed, her eyes rolling backwards like a slot machine. It didn't take long for the dragon-man to bring the overly sensitive mother to a quick orgasm again, reveling in her cries of ecstasy.

"Sorry, bitch, but I'm nowhere near done," he grunted as he pushed her into the wall, as if he was going to fuck her right through it. "I can go all night. And you're going to love it by the time we're through."

Hours later…

"Mmmmmh!"

The night was growing late but the Bount's ravishing had yet to cease. Orihime's arms and legs wrapped around Vigo, her mouth invaded by the Bount's fiery tongue. Despite her best efforts, the hours and hours of having her overly sensitive body ravished by her inhuman attacker had robbed Orihime of her senses. Even if she didn't want to, her body had already given in and her mind was now a mess of pleasure.

Vigo's hands dug into her soft ass, her nano-armor only just keeping his claws from piercing her flesh. Orihime's breasts felt like they were going to burn as they pressed into Vigo's scaly chest, her pierced nipples rubbing against the hard red scales.

Pulling his tongue out of Orihime's mouth, Vigo took pleasure in Orihime's face twisting with debauchery. "Can't believe…it took this long to break you…"he grunted, his hips a blur while fucking his victim. "Still…you've gone full bitch now."

"Ahhhh! Ahhhhhh!" moaned Orihime pathetically, her mouth opening wide and her tongue lolling out, her breathing in ragged pants while clinging to Vigo for dear life even as he fucked her brains out.

A gasp escaped Orihime's mouth when Vigo's tail prodded the entrance to her backdoor. With a fanged grin Vigo pushed is tail into the woman's asshole. "Gahhhhhh!" The scaly appendage stretched her ass wide, making Orihime feel like he was reaching her guts.

The double-penetration made Orihime see stars. Her pussy was constantly gushing as her body was brought to bliss over and over again. Lost in the lustful madness, she pulled Vigo into a deep kiss, wanting to feel his hot tongue in her mouth again.

Leaning Orihime backwards, Vigo's gaze turned to the woman's bouncing breasts. Enticed by her pierced titties Vigo opened his mouth and his tongue extended like a serpents to lick her nipples. "Ahhhh! Ahhhhhhhhh!" His tongue was as hot as fire, licking at her pierced tits. As she had done so many times that night, Orihime gave a weak moan as she came, her juices staining the carpet beneath her. Seconds later she felt that familiar sensation of hot cum pumping into her womb.

She was dumped onto the floor, cum slipping out of her entrance while Vigo stood over her. "We're not done yet," he reminded her, slapping her in the face with his cock. "It's time you did something besides be a fucktoy."

Her body moving on her lustful instincts, the horny Orihime wrapped her lips around Vigo's cock and started sucking him off, the heat in her mouth spreading throughout her body. Vigo kept a tight grip on her helmeted head, thrusting his hips back and forth to make her choke on his manmeat. It was clear that as long as the night was, he still had gas in the tank…

Much later…

"Nghhh…Ohhhh…"

The morning sun started to peek through the horizon. Yet even as the day began, the Bount fucking Orihime missionary-style on the floor was finally reaching the end of his rope. Grabbing Orihime's breasts with enough force to make the woman cry out in pain, Vigo threw his head back and came inside Orihime's pussy for one final time.

"Nghhhh!" Orihime had another orgasm as she felt her womb be filled again. Looking down at herself she found that her stomach was started to swell, such was the volume of cum Vigo has released inside of her.

Panting for breath, the Bount finally pulled out of Orihime's pussy and stood up, leering down at the woman he'd defeated in both body and mind. "Looks like you're done. There's not a single brain cell left in that pretty head of yours. Hopefully our kid has more sense than you."

Slowly Orihime came back to her senses that that last sentence managed to make it through. "Huh?" she panted, unable to move a muscle.

"Heheheheh…" the dragon-man leaned down and stared at the fucked orangette. "Did you think that the Vandenreich made us incapable of breeding like the original Bounts were? Sorry, sweetcheeks. But you're knocked up, no question about it. And if not by me, then by Kristov or Oliver after they pounded you." The Bount turned around and stretched. "Still, that was a great workout. I'll leave you for a moment and go see if those two dolts are still-"

When he heard movement he turned around. To his amazement, he saw Orihime make it too her feet. "How the fuck can you even move?" he gaped in astonishment. He was further baffeled when Orihime hit the deactivation switch to her suit, rendering her completely naked in front of him, save for her hairpins.

"How…dare you…" she whispered, tears running down her face. As Vigo's seed dripped down her legs, shame replaced the lustful ecstasy she'd been feeling all night, the horror of Vigo's words overpowering the drug that made her lose her senses. "How dare you…get me pregnant…"

"What the fuck are you on about?" Vigo took a few steps towards Orihime, but a sense of foreboding grew in the back of his mind when Orihime looked up at him with eyes of hate.

"I have been put through the worst experience of my life. I have been hurt, captured and made to suffer by others but nothing compares to what you and your friends did to me…" Her hands balled into fists. The shame that was gnawing at her began to flower into something Orihime had never really felt before: unfathomable rage. "You people have violated me. Drugged me. Tortured me. Forced me to degrade myself. I thought I could endure all of that but this…this…" Her naked body shook as rage overtook her. "THIS IS THE LAST STRAW!"

"Oh please, like there's anything you can-"

"SHUT UP!" Orihime took a step forward, her hairpins glowing with an almost fiery light. "Ichigo is the man I love and the only man whose child I wanted to give birth to. You got me pregnant all because of a stupid grudge that we had nothing to do with! HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO ME?!"

Deciding to shut her up, Vigo leapt forward with a bunch enveloped with flame. "Shut the fuck up, bitch!" But when Orihime countered with Santen Kesshun, this time the shield repelled him so hard he cracked the wall when he slammed into it. "Huh?"

"I know Ichigo would forgive me…but I'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU!" Orihime screamed at the top of her lungs. "TSUBAKI! KILL THIS MAN!"

Out of her Rikka came Tsubaki, filled with so much killing intent that he was glowing red. Vigo braced himself as the spirit buzzsawed his way towards him. He thought he could take the hit and then counterattack. Orihime's spirits were weak and ineffective in combat after all. Surely he could take the hit.

Tsubaki cut him in half.

"Gahhh!" Vigo's eyes widened as he crumpled to the floor, his severed waist falling backwards, a pool of blood forming around the severed halves. He looked up and saw Orihime standing over him, her eyes filled with murder as Tsubaki hovered over her shoulder, staring down at him with equally enraged eyes. "What…the hell…are you?"

Putting a hand to her filled womb, Orihime saw red. "A pissed off housewife. Tsubaki. I Reject."

Empowered by Orihime's unhinged rage, Tsubaki left no remains of Vigo except for a severed hand and a bloody pool on the floor, his fabrege egg appearing in his severed palm and cracking before the hand turned to dust.

Panting for breath, the nude Orihime dropped to her knees. Her body felt spent. The adrenaline rush was fading and her strength was beginning to fade. Darkness crept into her vision as she teetered on the verge of passing out.

"Well, well. Looks like you even got poor Vigo, huh?"

Her eyes snapping open, Orihime looked up and saw Biyu and Valentina standing in front of the elevator. Biyu looked ragged, her dress hastily thrown on. Valentina, meanwhile, still had a glassy look in her eyes, still under the effects of Anansi's poison.

"Looks like you got Vigo good. But then again…" Valentina raised an eyebrow while looking the battered Orihime over. "Looks like Vigo got you good too."

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Orihime activated her armor again and used her sword to help her stand. "I'm…leaving…" she panted, fighting to stand up straight. "You can either…get out of my way…or end up like Vigo…"

Laughter was the girls' answer. Biyu covered her mouth while fingering the spider on her dress. "Oh please. You can barely stand up. How are you going to kill the both of us when you're about to drop at any second."

"That's three of us you've killed now, Orihime. Now your punishment is going to be three times as worse." Valentina cracked her whip and readied to summon her Doll. "Pegasus still wants to have another go at you. And I think he's waited long enough. Zeige Dich: Peg-"

Ding!

The girls turned around when they heard the elevator door open. To their confusion, they saw nobody inside. "What the heck? We're the only ones with access cards. Who'd-"

WHAM!

Orihime braced herself as the two disappeared in a torrent of white lightning. When the smoke cleared, only one person stood before Orihime, the dust of the two Bounts lying at her feet after the instant death she'd brought upon them.

"Yoruichi!" gasped Orihime. Taking a step forward to greet her friend, however, caused her to lose her strength and she fell.

Luckily Orihime was caught by her savior. "It's alright. It's over now, Orihime." Spotting the couch, Yoruichi picked the woman up and carried her over to it so she could get some rest.

"How'd you find me?"

"Honestly these guys weren't the brightest. Kisuke was alerted on the cruise immediately that someone had sabotaged his lab and his equipment. So the two of us went back to Karakura Town to find out what was going on. We found his equipment smashed to pieces. While we were looking for clues, he found that you'd taken that Karakuraizer suit of his. When I went to your house and found it in shambles I knew you were in trouble." The Flash Goddess tapped Orihime's helmet. "Luckily for you, Kisuke installed a tracker into all his suits. I followed the signal here."

Seeing her friend after the hell she'd been put through calmed Orihime down. But the leaking seed still coming out of her was a grim reminder of the toll she paid for it. "Yoruichi…why…why'd Kisuke make a suit this perverted? I mean, it's helped me out a lot but…" She couldn't help but cover her exposed bits, her cheeks turning red with embarrassment and shame.

Sitting down next to her, the woman patted Orihime's her head. "It's going to be alright, Orihime. You survived an experience that would break most women. And don't worry. When we get back to Karakura Town we are both going to slap the taste out of Kisuke's mouth. He originally created that getup to spice up things in the bedroom. I don't think he'd ever imagine someone using it for combat. Still, I can tell it's helped you out in more ways than one."

"Why'd he include a sword?"

"I'm pretty sure he wanted to do some kinky training with me in it."

"Oh god…"

"Orihime?"

The shamed mother buried her face in her hands and let the tears fall. "What am I going to tell Ichigo? How am I going to explain any of this? I'm…I'm carrying a Bount baby! Oh god!"

Arms wrapped around Orihime. Yoruichi shushed her friend and patted her head. "There, there. It's going to be alright."

"No, it's not!" Orihime sniffled, burying her head in the woman's shoulder.

"Yes, it is." When Orihime looked up in confusion Yoruichi pointed to the heart tattoo over Orihime's stomach. "Kisuke told me everything about that suit. The tattoo he added with it is a special Kidō spell that prevents pregnancy or venereal diseases. At least we can say he was being thorough when he designed that perverted getup."

Realizing she was not pregnant with a Bount's baby, Orihime breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness. Oh no!" Her head snapped up. "Ichigo and Kazui are going to be back in a few days! I need to get home and fix the house! Um…" She realized that she was still mostly naked and that she needed something to wear when she left the building. "I don't suppose you can loan me your jacket?" she sheepishly asked.

Laughing, Yoruichi reached behind her and revealed the knapsack she brought. "Don't worry. I came prepared. Kisuke told me you might be needing clothes since if you stay in the armor too long, your clothes it replaced would disintegrate. I dropped by your house to pick up some clothes before I came to get you."

"Thank you, Yoruichi."

After a few moments Orihime was dressed in a blouse and sandals. Knowing she was still weak from her ordeal with Vigo, Yoruichi picked her up bridal style.

"Let's get you home, Orihime."

The two left the penthouse, Yoruichi carrying her into the elevator, leaving behind them the ashy remains of the Bounts…

A few days later…
Kurosaki House

Ichigo entered his home carrying little Kazui in his arms. "Orihime! We're home!"

The two entered the living room, smiling when they saw the Kurosaki wife and mother lying on the couch. Orihime's eyes lit up at the sight of her husband and her little boy. "Ichigo! Kazui!" She sat up and took her son from Ichigo's arms, pulling him into a big hug. "How was your trip?"

"It was super fun!" Kazui cheered, hugging his mother's neck.

"So, did anything happen while we were gone?"

Setting down her son, Orihime looked up at her husband. "Nope. Nothing much," she lied. "It's been quiet the entire time you've been gone."

Orihime hated to lie to her husband. But there was no way she could possibly tell him what happened in his absence. Not only would Orihime feel forever shamed, Ichigo would never forgive himself for letting his wife go through such an awful ordeal while he was none the wiser.

Thankfully Kisuke had already been hard at work fixing up the Kurosaki house, earning a well-deserved slap from Orihime for all the trouble his perverted suit had caused her. Purging herself of Biyu's poison with her healing powers, Orihime took a nice long bath and rested up while coming to terms with what happened to her, asking Kisuke and Yoruichi to keep this a secret from Ichigo. Before they left, Orihime had one final request from Kisuke.

Back in the present, Orihime kissed her husband, feeling good to kiss the man she loved so much. "You know, I've been awfully lonely since you were gone," she whispered into his ear seductively. "Maybe I can give you a welcome home present tonight."

Ichigo couldn't hide the excitement on his face. "I'm looking forward to it."

The sound of the front door opened and the couple heard Isshin come in with Ichigo's sisters. Kissing his cheek, Orihime walked over to Kazui and carried him up to his room, at peace with herself now that her ordeal was over and her family was home.

Later that night…
Ichigo & Orihime's Bedroom

Dressed in only his boxers, Ichigo waited on his wife while she was in the bathroom. His curiousity was piqued when she told him she'd acquired something very interesting while he was gone. 'Wonder what she got? She probably borrowed a toy from Yoruichi or bought some lingerie.'

When his wife exited the bathroom, Ichigo's eyes widened with utter shock. Orihime stood before him wearing a helmet, armored gauntlets and boots and nothing else. His eyes stared at her pierced nipples and the heart tattoo on her belly. "Ori…Orihime?" he gaped, unable to take his eyes off of her. "What is that?"

Giggling, Orihime dipped a knee onto the bed and crawled over to her husband, tracing his lips with her finger. "So tell me, Ichigo. Are you ready to spend the night with Mighty Orihime?"

The End





