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Ichigo Vs FemEspada by whackybiscuit
Anime » Bleach Rated: M, English, Ichigo K., S. Aizen, Aaroniero A., Words: 39k+, Favs: 541, Follows: 401, Published: Jan 12, 2016 Updated: Jun 7, 2016
179Chapter 15: Shattered
Chapter 15: Ichigo Shattered
IchigoXFemAizen
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
Warning: Lemon! Dub-Con!
Aizen's Throne Room
Aizen POV
'So…it's all come down to this.'
There was nobody left. If she was being honest, she'd never imagined Ichigo making it this far. 'He is far more tenacious than I expected…' Aizen thought as she smirked. 'Perfect….'
There would be no more Espadas. No more Gin and Tosen. No more tedious taunting or verbal jabs. There would be only one last trial for Ichigo. If he passed, then she would honor her word and send Ichigo home. However, the odds of Ichigo passing through it unscathed were unbelievably small.
She had watched Ichigo throughout the long months and she had studied and observed the boy. His mental psyche had been whittled down by the constant battles, tortures and his sense of self-guilt. She could tell that he was barely hanging on. His feelings towards his friends and family had been twisted and warped, leaving him vulnerable. Now there was just one last string left to pull and then the proud, strong substitute would shatter like cheap glass.
Deciding that now was as good a time as any, Aizen called Gin into the room. "Hello Gin," she addressed. "Is Ichigo still asleep?"
The foxy rogue nodded. "Yep! Although last I checked the boy seemed to be having an awful nightmare." The woman gestured to her bandaged arm and sighed. "Geez, you'd think the boy would learn a little more control. I swear, he looked like he was about to shove his zanpakuto right up my butt!"
"Then maybe you shouldn't have suggested pegging him," Aizen noted.
"I was just teasin'!"
Chuckling, Aizen merely shook her head. "Well, then it's just down to me…" Looking down at the woman, Aizen's face turned stern. "Bring Ichigo here at once. I will deal with the boy personally."
Gin merely cocked her head. "But Cap'n Aizen, didn't he fulfill his end of the bargain? Aren't you supposed to send him home?"
"That depends on your viewpoint. I just want to see how far the boy's mind has bent." Aizen sat back in her throne and smiled as Gin walked away, fetching Ichigo from her room. "Ichigo…" Aizen mused as she sat there. "Even though I've pushed you to your limits…it's time you found out how far you've fallen…."
Meanwhile….
Ichigo stood outside the front door of his house. He could hear his family inside, listening to their happy merriment. Before stood a single door, the only thing standing between him and his family. Sighing in relief that his torment had ended, Ichigo reached for the doorknob.
But even as he reached for it, memories of his torture flooded his mind. He remembered every single moment of every single hell he'd been put through. Being devoured by Aaroniero's resurrección, experimented on by Szayelapporo, controlled by Zommari, brutalized by Grimmjow, humiliated by Nnoitora. He could feel shame gnaw at him with all the ferocity of a Bengal tiger. Dropping to his knees, Ichigo squeezed his eyes shut and tried to push out the images, only for them to be replaced. Now images of his mental torture flooded his mind. Falling for the seduction of the Tres Bestia, begging to Halibel like a cheap whore, easily giving in to Stark's advances and losing himself to his urges at the hands of Gin and Tosen. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't get away from what he'd done.
Tears ran down Ichigo's face as he picked himself up. Walking around the house he looked into a window and saw his family. He saw Yuzu and Karin having dinner while his father, Isshin, was going on with his usual antics. Ichigo choked up as he watched them, knowing they'd be ashamed of him when they learned of Ichigo's endeavors.
Walking back around, Ichigo stared once more at the doorknob and cried when he realized he no longer had the right to enter his own home. Sobbing in despair he walked away.
"Ichigo!"
The boy stopped when he heard his father's voice from behind him. "What are you waiting for? Come inside already! We've been waiting for you, son!"
Crying like a child with a sprained wrist, Ichigo shook his head. "I can't…I just can't….' With a heavy heart Ichigo kept on walking.
"Ichigo? Where are you going? Ichigo! ICHIGOOOO!'
"Ichigooooo…." The light shaking woke up Ichigo who opened his eyes and saw the leering face of Gin Ichimaru smiling down at him. "Wakey wakey, Ichigo. Cap'n Aizen wants to speak with you right away."
Sitting up, Ichigo muttered an affirmative and grabbed Zangetsu. "Why are you here? Couldn't she have come get me herself?" Ichigo scowled and crossed his arms. "And aren't I supposed to be going home?"
"You're the one who insisted on napping after beating me, Ichigo," Gin said. "But I couldn't help but notice the dark circles around your eyes. Not sleeping well?"
Ichigo huffed and walked out the door. "Shut up," he grumbled.
"My, you're awful cranky today." Gin chuckled as she led him down the hallway. "Are you still mad about last night?"
"Of course I'm mad! You wanted to do me with a strap-on!" Ichigo retorted.
"Ah c'mon, Ichigo! Where's your sense of adventure?"
Ichigo grumbled curses as Gin led him to the throne room, wondering if he should strangle the woman here and now. He followed her into the throne room and scowled at the woman sitting on the white stone throne. The woman who'd thrown him into this hell and the source of his nightmares: Aizen.
Aizen looked at Ichigo, locking eyes with the boy for a few tense minutes before addressing her adjutant. "Gin, leave us please."
Nodding, Gin promptly left the throne room, the doors ominously closing behind her. Looking around, Ichigo saw that there was nobody else in the room. "You can relax, Ichigo," Aizen said as she observed the boy. "It's just you and me."
Ichigo crossed his arms as he glared at the brown-haired woman. "You know, somehow that doesn't put me at ease." He stomped his foot down onto the ground, cracking a tile beneath him. "I've held up my end of the bargain. I've beaten your Espadas! I've beaten Gin and Tosen! Now send me home!" Ichigo roared, trying to keep his composure. He almost backed down from the stare Aizen was giving him but held his ground.
Aizen looked at the boy amused. "You…beat my Espadas, you say?" She started to count off her fingers. "Hmmm… let's see…Aaroniero, Szayelapporo, Zommari, Grimmjow, Nnoitora, Ulquiorra, Halibel, Stark and Lilynette. How strange, Ichigo, that you believe you're done."
"WHAT?!"
"Maybe they don't teach you foreign language at your schools," Aizen noted. "In that case, I'll clarify: Espadas roughly translates to Ten swords. And you, Ichigo, have only defeated Eight. Nine if you count Lilynette as a separate Espada."
It almost felt like Ichigo's heart had stopped. "You…you…" he sputtered, seeing where Aizen was going with this. Anger filled his heart and he saw red. "YOU BITCH!" he screamed, feeling all of his pent-up hatred coming out. "YOU LIED TO ME!"
"Lied? Ichigo, you silly boy, you are the one who has not kept your end of the bargain. What made you think that you were done? Or is math not your strong suit?" Aizen taunted."
Seething with venomous hatred, Ichigo glared at the woman. "You never made me fight the number ten Espada and there'd be no point now that I've beaten the rest! And Stark told me I didn't have to fight your number two Espada if I beat her-"
"Yes, I did say that." Aizen's eyes narrowed as she continued her staredown with the boy. "But I wouldn't exactly call what you did a win, Ichigo, more like a very personal bout of close-quarters combat."
"I still beat her other half!"
"That you did," Aizen nodded, her smiling face feeding Ichigo's rage. "But perhaps I should've clarified about my Espadas. Ichigo, the Espadas do not rank from one to ten." Ichigo's heart felt like it would stop at any moment with every word that came out of her mouth. "They number from nine to zero. You have yet to face the last Espada, Yammy." Her smirk widened as she saw Ichigo's face descend into terror when he was hit by the thought of fighting another Espada. "But unfortunately for you, Yammy isn't here right now, so I'm afraid you won't be able to fight her."
Truth be told, Aizen had no intention of letting Ichigo fight Yammy. The brute would more likely forget Aizen's orders and kill the boy, thus making all of this for naught. Besides, there was very little she could do to torment Ichigo in a way that he hadn't already be tortured, other than maybe growing into her giant form and shoving him inside her giant vagina. 'On second thought…maybe that's not a bad idea…' Aizen mused. But she shoved the idea aside and decided that Ichigo deserved her full undivided attention. "But like you said, Ichigo, you've defeated the remaining eight Espadas and my left and right hands. Fighting Yammy would be pointless." Ichigo braced himself as the woman stood up. "So how about this: I will fight you."
Ichigo drew Zangetsu and readied his stance. "I knew it. I knew you couldn't just let me go." He shook his head as he prepared to unleash his Bankai. "Rukia and the others trusted you and look where it got them. It was a good lesson for me to remember."
Flashstepping down onto the floor, Aizen drew her zanpakuto. "Very wise, Ichigo. You have more sense than even my Espadas. So I'll offer you this as a show of respect: fight me, just once, and I'll let you go regardless of the outcome."
Ichigo blinked in confusion. "Win…or lose? And you'll let me go?"
"That's right."
Scowling, Ichigo held out his arms. "Fine then! Ban…Kai!" he shouted as he was engulfed in red and black energy, obscuring his vision.
Aizen smiled wickedly before setting her plan into motion….
When Ichigo's vision became unobstructed he stood there in the throne room, dressed in his black Bankai coat. However, he saw that he was alone in the throne room! "What the? Aizen!" he called out. "Where are you hiding? Show yourself!"
"Ichigo…."
Ichigo whirled around, expecting to see a surprise attack, only to feel his body go numb when he saw who was behind him. He was so shocked he let go of Tensa Zangetsu, the black blade clattering onto the ground. The person before him was not Souske Aizen. The woman who was walking calmly towards him was a person who Ichigo never thought he'd ever see again.
"…Mom?"
Masaki Kurosaki smiled warmly at her son as she walked over to him. She was wearing a white arrancar outfit, similar to Aizen's. "Ichigo…" she said. Standing before Ichigo, she caressed his cheek lovingly. "You've been so brave, surviving for as long as you have." Her smile widened as she saw Ichigo's stunned expression. "I'm so proud of you."
The stunned boy could not hold back tears as he stared into his mother's eyes. "But…this can't be…" he muttered. Reaching out, he touched the woman's face, feeling warmth from her soft skin. Ichigo could smell a certain scent and it made him relax his guard. 'This smell…it's her perfume….'
Ichigo remained motionless as Masaki embraced him, pulling him into a big hug. "I've missed you," she whispered into his ear. Slowly Ichigo's arms came back up and wrapped around her. Ichigo buried his face in her shoulder, unable to stop crying as his mother held him. "It's alright, Ichigo," she said, running her hand through Ichigo's hair in a soothing gesture. "You don't have to be afraid anymore. I'm here."
Sobbing into Masaki's shoulder, Ichigo held his mother tight. 'This smell…her touch…her voice…just her presence alone… like being basked in the glow of the sun…" Ichigo thought as he held her tight. 'It's her. It's really her.' "Mom…how are you here? I thought…I thought that you'd…." he couldn't finish, not sure if this was just another dream.
"Does it matter? I'm here, Ichigo." Masaki said, ending the embrace. Looking into Ichigo's eyes, she smiled sweetly as her face inched closer to his. "I love you, Ichigo."
Ichigo suddenly became alarmed when his mom's lips inched closer and closer. "Mom! No!" he gasped, trying to step away from her only for her to wrap her arms around him again. "Not you too! Mom, please!"
Continuing to smile lovingly, Masaki patted his cheek. "Come now, Ichigo. I'm your mother…" she reached for Ichigo's Bankai coat and started to slowly pull it off. "I'm just showing you a different form of motherly love…."
Masaki pressed Ichigo up against the wall behind him, her hands gripping his bare shoulders once his coat had been removed. "Look how much you've grown…" she cooed as she stared at his built chest. Frowning, she traced one of his many scars that he'd been given from his constant battles. " Oh no… look at this…" she looked up and Ichigo almost died from the look of pain in her eyes. "You must have been in so much pain." She cupped Ichigo's face and Ichigo could feel the heat of her breath as her face neared his again. "Let me help you feel better…."
All of the fight in Ichigo was drained as his mother's lips touched his. He couldn't fight back, not against her. The kiss was light and tender but it made Ichigo's head spin. Closing his eyes, Ichigo sighed as the kiss was broken. Masaki grabbed Ichigo's hands and put them on her waist. "Go ahead, Ichigo. Undress me…."
Ichigo began to sweat. Like his body was possessed by an outside power, his hands grasped his mother's white coat and pulled it off. Ichigo's teeth chattered in anxiety as she grasped her sash and pulled, making her pants fall down to her ankles and shrugging gout of her shirt. Ichigo looked away from her as she stood there in her white underwear. Chuckling, Masaki kissed his cheek tenderly before pressing her body against his. "My, you've sure grown big…" she purred as her hand crept up his hakama, pressing against his hardening bulge. "I wonder how big you've gotten…." Ignoring Ichigo's confused expression, Masaki pulled on her son's sash, letting his white pants (A.N.: He's still wearing the pants Aizen gave him. Only his top changes in Bankai, not his pants) descend to the floor. "Mmmmh, Ichigo…" his mother seductively purred when Ichigo's cock stood at attention. "You've become quite the young man."
'This has to be some trick!' Ichigo's mind screamed. 'Mom would never do this!' Again, Ichigo squirmed and tried to move away from the woman. "Mom! Please stop this! I don't…" he was interrupted when he saw the pained look in her eyes. He'd been hurt countless times by various Soul Reapers and Espadas but the pain they all inflicted paled in comparison to the look of hurt in her eyes.
"Ichigo, can't a mother show her son how much she loves him? You've tortured yourself enough…" she said softly as she walked back over to Ichigo, cupping his cheek. "I've been so lonely here in this world of black and white. You can't imagine how unbearable it has been, trapped here with these monsters." Ichigo's heart felt like it was being torn out of his chest as he continued listening, no longer fighting back as Masaki ran a hand up her chest. "Please, lie with me, Ichigo. Show your mother just how much you love her…."
This time as they kissed Ichigo gave in completely. This was her. This was absolutely Masaki Kurosaki standing before him. He could never say no to her and would not now. If this was what she wanted then he would gladly do it.
The mother and son lay down on the floor, both wrapped in each other's arms. Masaki reached behind her and unclipped her bra, freeing her breasts from its constraints. Sitting up, she pulled Ichigo's head until he was cushioned in her bosom. "Here, Ichigo. Suckle me like you did when you were a baby…" she cooed.
Closing his eyes, Ichigo wrapped her lips around her pink nipple, nipping and sucking on it. Masaki ran her hands through his orange hair and sighed softly as Ichigo tenderized her tit. "Mmmmh…" she moaned, holding Ichigo tightly while he pleasured her. "That feels so good..." She smiled when Ichigo took his mouth away and gave attention to her neglected breast. "My son, you've become quite the lover…."
Ichigo was sorely hoping his mother did not know the extent of what he had to go through to become so good at lovemaking. As her cool body pressed against his highly sensitive torso his vision became hazy from both relief and pleasure. His hands traveled down her backside and cupped her ass, tenderly holding it in his hands. Removing his mouth, Ichigo looked up at his mother. "Mom…are you sure?"
Chuckling, Masaki lay back, grasping her son's hands. "Yes, Ichigo. Let's be one." Ichigo's eyes almost started to tear up from the sweet look on her face. "Take me, Ichigo…" she palmed Ichigo's cock, her slender fingers grasping it and stroking it, making the boy moan from her elegant touch. "It's clear you want to."
Gulping and knowing this was beyond the point of no return; Ichigo grasped his mother's underwear and pulled them away. Masaki spread her legs and beckoned to Ichigo. As Ichigo lay on top of her, Masaki wrapped her legs around his waist, keeping him locked in her embrace. "Mom…" Ichigo whispered as his head pushed against her pink lips. Masaki silenced anymore misgivings with a single kiss, causing Ichigo to slide into her pussy. Ichigo moaned into his mother's mouth as her tight cunt embraced his cock, drawing him into her depths. As he slid out slowly, he almost came from the feel of her hot walls trying to pull him back in.
The throne room was filled with the sound of Masaki's constant moaning, the mother throwing her head back and crying out to the high heavens as her womanhood was filled by her son. Ichigo took advantage of her thrown-back head and attacked her neck, leaving lovebites all over it as his hips did not slow down, driving his cock back into her.
Masaki arched her back as she felt that knot inside her begin to become undone. "OH! It's been so long!" she groaned, her arms wrapping around Ichigo's neck. "This feels so good!" Turning her head back to Ichigo, she pulled his head close to hers. "Kiss me as I cum, Ichigo. I want you to feel me as I orgasm."
As she came, Ichigo did as instructed. "Mmmmmh!" they moaned, slamming each other's lips together as Masaki reached her peak. The sudden tightness of her wet walls plus the unbearable heat building up in his sensitive body pushed Ichigo over the edge. Masaki broke the kiss and sighed heavenly as Ichigo exploded inside her, filling up her womb. "More…" she gasped, digging her nails into Ichigo's back. "Please, Ichigo! More!"
Nodding, Ichigo pulled out of his mother and sat down Indian-style. Masaki sat up and crawled onto her son's lap, her legs wrapping around him. She closed her eyes and smiled as Ichigo lifted her up and gently slid her down onto his cock, bouncing her up and down. "Mom…" Ichigo continuously groaned, not wanting this to ever end. Eyeing her bouncy tits, Ichigo buried his face in them, sighing as he embraced his mother. "Mom…."
Masaki kissed Ichigo's forehead as she bounced faster and faster in his lap. "It's alright, Ichigo. Just sit back and enjoy the ride…" she whispered. Feeling Ichigo's hands remain idle at her waist, Masaki grabbed them and guided them towards her ass. Ichigo got the hint and grabbed hold of her sexy ass, squishing her soft cheeks in his hands again. Feeling Ichigo's finger come dangerously close to her other hole, Masaki chuckled. "My, my son's certainly grown frisky. I wonder how much you'd like it if I…" Ichigo gasped as she rolled her hips, making him throw his head back and moan uncontrollably. "Or maybe..."
Ichigo's eyes widened when her muscles suddenly squeezed him, bringing him close to the edge again. "Mom! If you keep…doing that…I'm gonna cum!" he grunted, squeezing his eyes shut as he held onto Masaki tight."
"That's exactly what I want, Ichigo." Masaki leaned down and whisp