132 CHAPTER 143-145: Heat in the Onsen (R-18)

The wooden balcony jutted out only a dozen feet, with a wide onsen beyond it. A vast valley stretched out beyond the onsen, with mountains on either side glittering in the evening sunlight. As the sky began its gradual surrender to twilight, the atmosphere was awash in a subtle blend of amber warmth and soft, pink hues.

Even though Kazuya had been to many onsens, he found the view quite stellar.

"What a lovely view…" His companion also agreed with him.

He glanced behind, noting Mila Rose holding a towel to her voluptuous chest. The white towel covered most of her, leaving her long legs and hips bare. However, everything in this moment was secondary to the wonder on her face — eyes wide, a slight, growing smile, the relaxed expression, and the quiet contentment in her eyes — her radiant happiness made her utterly mesmerizing.

"You're lovelier."

Giggling at his compliment, Mila Rose offered her hand. "Sk—Kazuya~. Your lovely, sexy, and strong mate wants to hold hands with you."

{Handholding is LEWD! Cease your actions or I shall call upon the overlords of the realm — the Federal Bureau of Investigation.}

'They have no power over me.'

He accepted Mila Rose's hand, letting her lead him over to the onsen. The warm mist invitingly caressed his skin as he sat down on the edge and dipped his toes in. The temperature was pleasantly warm. Yielding to the temptation, he sighed contentedly as he sank into the warmth.

"This never gets old."

She joined him a moment later, sighing in equal bliss. "This is the paradise Hollows like us deserve for being kinder than most humans."

"If it was that easy," he said, shaking his head. "Enjoying the date so far I assume."

For their date, she had insisted on taking him to a hot spring — his second onsen visit with a beautiful dark-skinned woman this month.

"Yup. My mate makes for a good company." She stretched her arms before cuddling into his shoulder. "Those filthy couples on the television made me so envious. I finally have a mate I can enjoy this with."

Coming to terms with her feelings, she had fully accepted him as her mate.

"Rose, your honest side is adorable. You're almost like the golden retriever I never got the chance to have."

The first half of his words had her in smiles but the second half made her scowl. She punched his shoulder, baring her fangs with vengeance. "Fuck you. I'm a proud lioness."

"Haha."

The two of them lapsed into a comfortable silence, neither really in a rush to break it. They had been friends for so long, occasionally clashing over their different perceptions. And right now, cosying up in a warm onsen and overlooking a gorgeous view, the silence between them amply conveyed the quiet wonder that such a view gave them. For the first time, it was a silence they could savor alone, undisturbed by the presence of his other companions.

Lost in the moment and lulled by the ambient sounds of nature, Mila Rose lifted her gaze to meet his, and her fingers timidly turned his face toward hers. The intimacy flushed her cheeks, her heart pounding against her ribs.

His gaze unconsciously traced her sensual curves wrapped tightly within the towel. She looked stunning in the waning sunlight.

"Kazuya…"

Her lips, delicate and full, curled invitingly as she looked up at him, her eyes slowly closing. Without stopping to think, he leaned in and kissed her. It felt like time stopped for a brief instant, his lips pressing against her own — and then time resumed as she tentatively pushed back, reciprocating the kiss with even more passion. It lasted just a few seconds but by the time both drew apart their eyes were locked onto one another, too enraptured by the other to look away.

"Sweet," Mila Rose breathed, shifting and climbing onto his lap. "Kiss me more."

Once again their lips met in a gentle collision, eliciting a soft, almost feline mewl from Mila Rose. His hand trailed from her cheek to her side, grazing the wet surface of her skin, but the way his palm inched towards her chest made his desire apparent. With an unspoken understanding, she let her towel go, the soaked-through fabric drifting in the warm water and unveiling her plump, full breasts bare to him. He was tempted to break the kiss just so he could get an eyeful of them.

She pulled away just far enough so they could both take in the sight of one another in this waning light. Her breasts were voluptuous yet perfectly round, and her flat stomach was decorated with a six-pack. Her arms and back showed off toned muscles without being overly masculine.

"You're breathtaking."

Puffing her chest proudly, she reached under her breasts and lifted them. "I know you love my tits. You can touch mine as much as you like."

He smiled appreciatively at her actions and reclaimed her lips in a passionate kiss. Both of his hands came up to grope at her ample breasts, squishing them between his fingers and eliciting a moan from her. Their lips drew apart momentarily before reconnecting in the next, their locked lips muffling the surprised mewls that arose with her throat.

The chilly air barely registered to the embracing couple taking pleasure of the warmth radiating from each other and the onsen pool.

"Mmph…" she mewled into the kiss, pulling back with a slight, breathless smile. "Don't stop. Keep touching me… Kazuya…"

He almost trembled at the way she whispered his name and how she gazed at him beneath her disheveled tresses with open affection. Unable to resist the charm she was exerting on him, he returned to their embrace. But instead of kissing her lips again, he concentrated on her neck, showering her smooth skin with a barrage of pecks. He moved from her nape to her shoulder, and then he took her right nipple in his mouth.

"Ah~," she moaned in surprise, her back arching as he suckled on her tit. She began to grind herself against his erect penis beneath the towel, her heat of arousal mounting under his caress. "Skull, let me touch you too~."

He hummed an agreement between licking and swirling his tongue around her nipples. Her hands pawed over his chest and slid down until she reached his towel. She was far from gentle when she ripped away the fabric towel with her claws.

The sight of his throbbing penis in the water made her gasp. "That's… huge."

"Scared?"

"Absolutely not. I can handle anything for my lovable mate."

He sucked cold air as her hand reached for his penis. With a gentleness, unlike her previous ferocity, she grasped his thick staff, her thumb teasing the bulbous crown.

"Hahaha, you were so scared shitless," she teased, leaning towards him and sinking her fangs in his shoulder. She drew back, showcasing her blood-covered fangs, as she grinned. "You're my mate. Mine forever."

He kissed her, feeling the flavor of his own blood on his lips. It had a charred and acrid taste, but not unpleasant. "And you mine."

"You're so sweet that my heart's melting." She released his penis and rose to her knees, flushing her right breast against him. "Can you feel it?"

"Ummm. I can."

"Oi, I wasn't asking you to suck them again!" she burst into laughter, watching him lap at her nipples, and giving her tingles. "Mhmm, you're so good at it."

Popping his lips off of her nipple he swapped over to her other breast, peppering her soft skin with kisses and leaving her moaning in bliss. Her hands rested on her shoulders and her sharp nails gently scraped his skin – not enough to hurt or even leave marks, but enough to be felt, to let her ground herself on something.

He grabbed her hips and lifted her above him, planting a wet kiss on her toned stomach with a quiet murmur of appreciation. "Lovely."

She chuckled, seemingly enjoying the show of affection. "It's ticklish."

"How about I tickle down…" he trailed his words as he went further, hovering a breath away from her lower lips. "—Here."

Feeling his warm breath against her, she shivered. "Go ahead… I won't say no."

He buried his face into her crotch, eagerly dragging his tongue up her slit. She cried out, voice sweet and shaky as she felt his tongue flick again, moving in quick, eager strokes, and savoring her desiring taste. His hands groped her mounds and twisted her nipples, committing every curve, every inch of detail to his memory. His tongue worked furiously, lapping at her petals and flicking at her clit.

"M-Mn~," Mewling in response Mila Rose ran her fingers through his hair, pushing him down into her crotch. "You're electrifying me…! My mate~!"

Listening to her call him with so much tenderness and sexual longing drove his desire higher and higher. His passion blazed with intensity as he continued eating her out, seeking out the quivering spots that gave her extreme pleasure. He paused briefly and replaced his tongue with two fingers, thrusting them in and out of her rapidly. He moved to her inner-thighs where he kissed and licked gently, bringing forth an array of pleasurable moans from his lovely mate. Her head tossed from one side to the other as he explored her with his fingers, curling and stroking them within her wetness.

He met her half-lidded gaze, a rosy hue apparent on her healthy bronze skin. As he twisted his finger inside her, a whimper escaped her — one that spiked when he ran his tongue along her clit, licking her little nub and making her whole body spasm briefly. She grinded her crotch against his face, lost in chasing a bigger climax with his mouth.

Pinching her nipple in a tease, he drew back, a trail of her nectar and his saliva dripping down his lips. "Mila Rose, may I?"

Muttering his name between long breaths, she weaved her hand through his hair. "My mate, you're stupid to ask for permission… You're way too gentle to me, all of us."

Her rough, passionate voice changed the sensual ambiance to that of a solemn one. It was unintentional as she never read the room when opening her mouth.

"A man ought to be good to his loved ones, even those shitty, good-for-nothings."

She chuckled. "Yeah, right. Then I'll make sure those good-for-nothings don't get you killed. I'll protect my mate, my pride."

{That is wrong,} A voice whispered inside his head. It was Nami's voice, but distant and icy, unlike the gentle yandere he knew and loved. {You protect your loved ones. You're their shield. Risking your soul for those you cherish, holding them so close their harm falls upon you — it's how you are and will always be, Master.}

He recognized the voice's true identity the very moment 'Shield' was uttered — only one person had such an obsession with shields. His former Zanpakutō Spirit, which should've died. Yet she lived, speaking to him through Nami. He couldn't shake off the feeling that Izanami hadn't devoured Tsubasa — they had merged together instead, with Nami holding a dominant position.

{My head… it's spinning like hell. What just happened, Partner? I feel like I said something strange.}

'We'll talk about it later.'

{Partner… I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ruin your mood.}

'I said we'll talk about it later.'

"What happened, love?" asked Mila Rose as she leaned into his arms and cupped his cheeks. "You look… pale. Did I—"

He held her face and kissed her forehead before giving his most assuring smile. "It's completely unrelated to you. Also, were you about to suggest we call it off?"

"I was—"

He suddenly pinched her butt, twisting the firm yet soft flesh, all the while grinning like a villain. "Do you know how much I looked forward to breeding my adorable lioness?"

"The moment I became an Arrancar?"

"Correct. That's why I'm fucking you today no matter what happens."

With her in his arms, he settled on the edge of the pool. Their eyes drawn instinctively to one another even as he shifted into position, her legs splaying on either side of him.

"Wait, I'll do it."

She grabbed his cock and guided it towards her entrance, the tip lightly brushing against her delicate nether lips and nearly dipping in once, twice — and then on the third go she lowered on him. She made an involuntary gasp then a slight whimper as she felt his fullness within her. Her spine arched up as her body responded to him, her hands curling into tight fists as she endured the initial discomfort of his length. He held onto her tightly, groaning in total bliss as he felt her wet heat gradually engulf his erect shaft.

Hissing out a soft breath he pulled out until just the tip was inside before spearing back in Mila Rose, feeling her slick insides part for his intruding length. He was careful not to be too rough but staying still bordered on impossible. Her insides caressed his cock in such a way that it felt more natural to move, to glide between her wet walls. Mila Rose moaned at the sensation, her lip caught between her teeth. Their eyes locked as his hips moved in tandem with hers, creating an ever-increasing friction. His own pleasure was a distant thought, overshadowed by her growing cries of ecstasy.

There was no rush, no haste, and with every roll of his hips any discomfort she felt melted away bit by bit, her hands sliding over his torso with growing confidence – touching and feeling his muscles freely. He responded by daringly picking up the pace, his slow thrusts quickening and fucking a gentle moan out of the lioness, her insides clenching down on his cock tightly.

"Do you like this position?"

She laughed even as she bounced and swirled her hips around his manhood. Stretching her arms invitingly, she embraced him and pressed her lips against him. "I get to kiss you and look at you while we mate. This position isn't good; it's the—ahhh~! best!"

Breaking off the kiss he groaned, his flesh smacking against Mila Rose's own as he got more into it — everything beyond the two of them seeming to fade from his perception. He dove in to shower her neck with a slew of kisses. She squirmed under him, moans tumbling freely from her lips before they pursed, holding the flood back for only a mere second before more tumbled forth, as endless as they were erotic.

"Mm, Rose." Planting one last kiss on her neck, he grabbed her thighs and raised them. "I'm about to fuck you harder. Are you ready?"

"As I said, I'll do anything—" Mila Rose's passionate mewl escalated into a yelp as he folded her legs over herself, shifting her to the side and more on top of her — and with renewed vigor he started pistoning down into her tight tunnel, mating-pressing her into the wooden deck. "Ah! Ah!"

The sound of slapping flesh reverberated throughout the steamy air, each smack more passionate than the last. His hands left her trembling legs and planted on the deck, his hips in constant motion and driving his swollen shaft deep inside — each thrust roughly knocked on her cervix as he went to town on her, railing her with unbridled passion. Mila Rose succumbed to her mate's passion willingly, her shrill cries and throaty moans permeating the air.

He kept up the rapid tempo, each ragged gasp and fierce moan leaving him breathless. Yet he refused to relent, exquisite pleasure radiating along his cock as he thrust deeply into her inner walls. He could feel her muscles contracting around him, the gripping sensation becoming more intense with every movement. His climax was upon him but he pushed on, pounding himself into her clenching haven—

"S-Skull~!"

—Until with a cry Mila Rose climaxed, her insides seizing around his cock. Suddenly holding back wasn't an option and he bucked his hips back, gasping as he grabbed his cock and jerked off — and with a throaty moan he unloaded right up her stomach; thick white streaks painting themselves up her stomach and over her breasts, each rope hitting her skin with an audible splat. She quivered at the feeling, eyes half-lidded as she peered down at him, mewling as he shot another couple spurts onto her stomach and groin, leaving her entire front sticky with his load.

Breathlessly, he smiled at her, getting one in return, both of them too busy panting to really form words. His gaze, though, descended back to the mess he'd made on her stomach, the mere sight of her voluptuous covered in semen — his semen — perked his shaft back up.

The stiffness of his shaft didn't bypass her notice either. The lioness grinned. "Wanna do more?"

"Of course."

She rose up and stepped into the hot spring bath, her brief dip in the water water washing away his semen. But what truly held his interest was the way she stood up, exposing her ass to him as she bent forward over the stone edge of the onsen. She glanced back at him and brazenly presented herself, water glistening across her dark skin. Entranced by her beauty, he gradually sank back into the water and scooted behind her. There was just enough space between them for him to fit, his erection rubbing against her ass as he positioned himself behind her.

Just before he stuck it inside, she said, "Do it inside if you want. I don't care if I get pregnant."

"I'll think about kids after I'm done with the Soul Society."

"Okay… but I'm always open to having Skull's babies. We're in a place to support our children."

The tenderness in her expression when she gazed at him made his heart go weak. While he held her gaze, he speared back inside of her — stuffing Mila Rose to the brim in a single, clean thrust. The lioness cried out in pleasure, but he was past the point of taking things slow. Both hands settled on her hips as he pounded her raw. The water around their thighs sloshed from the force of his movements, his cock seamlessly sliding out to the tip and ramming back in until he practically kissed her womb, stuffing her to the brim, again and again.

Her loud, blissful cries echoed through the air, telling him her feelings on their intimacy. He clapped her cheeks, her rear jiggling from the force of his quick thrusts. He paid it little mind though and ran his hands up her front until he could grope her breasts, practically spooning her from behind as he felt her up mid-fuck, the overwhelming barrage of sensation rendering her little more than a moaning mess, her hair becoming more dishevelled as their bodies jerked back-and-forth.

"Hah, a-ahh~!" Mila Rose threw her head back and moaned, glancing back at him from the corner of her eye. "S-Skull—mmph~!"

A hand to her cheek pulled Mila Rose right into a kiss, the surprise in her eyes fading in a heartbeat as she reciprocated, her lips mashing against his. Even as he kept pounding her from behind they dragged it out, their tongues soon getting involved and wrestling between their mouths, his experience guiding her to raw ecstasy. Moans bubbled up their throats, forcing them apart several times before mashing their lips back together, going at it like animals.

Breaking off the kiss first, he groaned, leaning back upright a bit and peering past her sweaty form, the picturesque scenery of the valleys only amplified when a naked Mila Rose was bent over in front of him, love in her eyes as she peered back at him. Smiling tightly back at her, Kazuya released her plump tits and laid his palms upon her waist instead, bracing her as he sped up. His thrusts became shorter but faster as he focused just on jamming his dick into her tight, velvety tunnel, moaning freely as pleasure seared his nerves.

"Mm! Hn! Ah-ohhhh!"

The array of noises he fucked from Mila Rose's lips were as exciting as they were erotic, the noise only fuelling his thrusts and making him hilt in her with every ounce of strength he had; confident that the lioness could handle it. She did and with ease, pushing herself back onto his dick with a needy whimper, her womanhood pressing down upon his length as if to massage the cum out of him and impregnate herself.

The mere thought only hastened his end. Of cumming inside of Mila Rose. Of knocking her up. Of watching her stomach swell as the two of them prepared a humorous name for the baby. Of introducing his many wonderful moths to the baby. So many thoughts, equal parts lewd and wholesome, circled in his lust-addled mind and just added fuel to the fire, primal instinct egging his hips forth, his swollen shaft ramming deep inside Mila Rose.

It took every bit of his resolve to purge the wholesome thoughts of a family with Mila Rose. "Rose!"

Gritting his teeth he managed to rock his hips just a little longer before his limit reached, and with a deep moan he pulled out and came — unloading gushing ropes of cum across her firm butt and lower back.

Spasming nonstop, Mila Rose waved her butt, a burst of nectar gushing out of her. "Hgghhhh! Kaz—uyaaaaaa!"

After climaxing, she stayed where she was, clinging onto the stones for support and unintentionally presenting him with a nice view of her lovely ass. Then she sank into the water, the warm water washing away the cum.

With a giggle that was music to the ears, she stretched her arms like a spoiled princess. "Hug meeeee, Skull."

He smiled and let her settle in his arms, embracing each other as the mist surrounded them. "Rose, I promise we'll have a couple of children."

She kissed his face. "Something tells me you're guilty about not having them right now. Here's the big deal — you don't have to be. Time is the last thing we lack as Hollows, right?"

He hummed in agreement and tightly embraced her. "Let's do some rounds before we return. Tier will worry if we spend the whole night out."

"Haha, very true."

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