Crossbreeding the Future

Chapter 10

Conception



With the announcement of planned siblings another activity was suddenly opened to the children. Kinomi was beyond excited when she learned she would get to play with Taka again after dinner each night for two hours.



All of them were in the large play room, even Barbo. They didn’t see him much so it was a treat to get to play with her cousin and learn a bit about his mother, for they didn‘t see much of Halibel at all.



“Alright children, story time.” The cheerful voice of their caretaker called their attention from whatever activity they had currently been in the middle of. In Kinomi and Taka’s place it had been wrestling.



Kinomi grinned excitedly as she found her pillow and pulled Pantera off of her back so the Zanpakuto was cradled in her lap, grinning at the jealousy Taka was radiating.



She didn’t want to admit it but the first time she had seen their silver haired caretaker he had frightened her. As if sensing her apprehension, and the fact she refused to be pried from Grimmjows leg, he had handed her Pantera.



Suddenly the man wasn’t so scary and as usual the calming presence of Pantera put her at ease. Some how she knew she was safe as long as the Zanpakuto was near by. The fact Gin also smuggled them large amount of sweets and other treats helped as well and before long they were all eager to get to their evening play time, which confused their parents to high hell as who seriously wanted to hang around Gin? The smuggling remained a shared secret between the kids and Gin.



Settled down they all gave Gin their fullest attention as he pulled out a book from somewhere hidden in his white robes. Twenty minutes later they were all fast asleep as his voice washed over them relating some fairy tale where the prince always saved the princess.



It was how their parents always found their children when they came to retrieve them, fast asleep on their pillows curled under the blankets Gin had placed over their sleeping forms.



No one asked how he managed to get them to sleep so easily, especially in the case of Kinomi and Taka who were as wild as the west wind. They feared the answer. It was just a little secret between him and the kids, one they would keep ‘til death did them part.













Unohana wondered what Aizen would think if he realized that several of the ‘couples’ were taking their free evenings from their kids to sleep, rest, relax, train, or otherwise occupy their time doing something other than what the two hours of free time had been intended for.



Of course that wasn’t to say they neglected their duties all the time with the exception of Rukia and Grimmjow. If Aizen wasn’t going to do his check up, they were not going to be near the same bed, although she wondered how much more of ‘when can I have a brother’ from Kinomi they would be able to take before they broke and tried for it just to get the girl to sleep.



Her own partner was more often pleased to sleep and enjoy the peace granted without the noise of Taka trying to get someone to play with her since Kinomi wasn’t around to wrestle with. She was usually inclined to join him, curled up together and getting some rest. His shoulder made for a rather comfortable pillow she had discovered at some point in their relationship.



Tonight wasn’t one of those nights and shortly after returning to their room he had begun to remove his clothing. Just over three years of living with him had her attuned to his silent cues and she followed suit, slipping out of her dress, folding it and placing it beside his own uniform on the dresser before slipping onto the bed.



She wasn’t sure what her feelings for him were. She definitely didn’t hate him. He was an amazing father to their twins, showing an almost infinite pool of patience for their head strong daughter. He didn’t have to acknowledge them, or even her short of making sure she shared his bed. But he did.



Just because one knew of a syndrome didn’t make one immune to it. She was able to diagnose herself early the first year they spent here, but she could not prevent the feelings anymore then she could bring herself to love Aizen or hate her children. If some one where to try and kill this man beside her, she would defend him without a moments hesitation, and she had no doubt he would do the same.



She felt his weight settle on the bed beside her and she turned to catch his eyes with her own, a soft expression in them even if his face gave off a look of boredom. With a soft smile she cupped his face with her hand, causing him to start in surprise.



Well, if they were going to be forced to do this yet again she might as well enjoy it. Lord knew how long it would take before she was with child again, and he was worth it. Her hand moved to the back of his head, grasped his hair, and pulled his face down until she found his lips with her own.



At first he remained frozen in surprise, but then he gently returned the kiss. Her hands moved from the back of his head to run along his back, and she felt him shudder at the unfamiliar sensation.



One hand he used to steady himself above her, the other moved between her legs to stroke her. She sighed in pleasure at his soft strokes. Usually he just checked to make sure she was wet so he wouldn’t cause her too much discomfort or pain, but this time he played with her.



She gasped at one particular sensational stroke and buried her head in his neck, clutching onto his shoulders for support. Determined she was far more then ready he removed his hand and replaced it with another familiar object.



She gasped when he filled her, her hands clenching onto his shoulders. She hadn’t been this hyper sensitive in years, usually just remaining still beneath him while he did his duty. But this time, this time he had worked her up and the feeling was like something she hadn’t felt since her academy days when her and Shunsui snuck out one night, and only the one night regardless of how much Ukitaki tried to tease them about it, when she had been recovering from the heart break of her first crush breaking up with her.



She wrapped her legs around his and rose to meet him as he came down upon her. For once his pace was stronger and harder instead of the usual even pace he had employed in the past and even his breath was considerably quicker.

She moved one hand up to tangle in his hair again, moving his head so she could capture his lips with her own while her other hand ran down the length of his spine before finding and squeezing one, firm cheek.



He actually let lose a groan and she smirked against his lips before trailing her hand up and down his spine, chuckling when she noticed he appeared to have a ticklish spot at the base of his back judging by the way he jerked when she let her fingers run lightly over it.



“Ticklish?” She asked softly.



When he didn’t respond she ran her fingers lightly over that area again, pleased when he jerked away from her hand and growled at her in annoyance. Of course his jerking away from her hand caused him to plunge down into her.



She felt his movements quickening and she knew he had to be close. She ran her hand back to his rear and gave another firm squeeze, causing him to curse at her as he came, filling her insides.



As he did so he buried his head into her neck to muffle the moan that came out, the vibration against the sensitive skin there and lower sent her trembling lightly. Lord how long had it been since she had climaxed? Three hundred years before she became a taichou, or was it longer? She couldn’t remember.



Groaning, he pulled out and rolled off of her to collapse on the bed, clearly spent and exhausted. Chuckling she ran her fingers over his exposed side, pleased when he jerked away from them.



“Demon woman.” He grunted. “And I thought you were the silent, obedient one.”



“Did you not enjoy it?” She asked, already knowing the answer.



A grunt was his reply. Smiling she sat up to look down at his exhausted frame. He was rather hansom in a scruffy kind of way, she had just never really took the time to notice, or really look at him and study his features.



She noticed he had pretty much passed out again. With a wicked streak she hadn’t felt in years, she attacked his sides with her fingers until he was gasping, curled up, wide awake, and glaring at her.



“I think Lilinette is starting to rub off on you.” He complained.



“It’s your turn to pick the kids up.” She pointed out.



With a sigh and a run through of his hair with his fingers, he got up and dressed. She remained in bed, claiming the warmest spot and watching as he left the room to pick up the twins.



Now alone she sighed and gazed up at the ceiling. Why had she done what she had done?



Simple. Everyone needed to feel loved and if she was going to be forced to share his bed over and over again until she got knocked up again she was going to damn well enjoy it this time. And she had to admit they had grown closer with the twins around to give them a far more emotional link. She was asleep by the time Stark came back, forcing him to tuck the kids in by himself.













Things were a million times different this time around. Not only was she not chained and brutality raped by Barragan and shared between his two Fracción at his leisure, but her partner knew just how to make her squirm in pleasure.



Ggio had always been gentle with her when Barragan gifted her body to his Fracción for doing something that pleased him. The only time Ggio had ever caused her pain was when Baragan had ordered him to assist in her punishment for when she fought against him or did something to anger him, like daring to rise her eyes higher then the floor in his presence.



But she wasn’t owned by him any longer. Now she was owned by Ggio and he couldn’t care less where her eyes were, she had it on good authority he rather likes her eyes on him, or rather or not she was kneeling submissively before him in his presence. And what more he seemed to enjoy making her squirm in pleasure beneath him as opposed to listening to her whimpers of pain.



Ggio was gone at the moment, headed out to drop Reina off with Gin, a task he preferred to do. In fact when it came to her daughter there was little she ever had to do as Ggio was all over the girls needs before Rangiku could even begin to move.



At least he didn’t coddle her and just like any other child she was well disciplined. They had her father to thank for that and as much as it pained Rangiku to let her daughter out of sight with the monster that had raped her to near death multiple times, Baragan was firm and fair with his heir and made sure she was already receiving the best education in existence. Apparently her daughter was of considerable higher standing then herself.



Rangiku didn’t waste the time alone sitting idly. She set up the bed, lit a few candles, and when all was ready stripped to her birthday suit and stood beside the door. She had plans for her little Neko-chan. Plans to thank him for saving her from the horror that had been her life as Baragan’s slave and for doing everything he could during that time to ease her suffering.



The door opened and he stepped in, looking around the room in confusion when he couldn’t find her. With a wide grin she clamped her hands over his eyes and pressed her naked body against his.



“Guess who?” She purred into his ear.



“I don’t want to guess, least I be wrong and disappointed it’s not the woman of my life.” He answered.



Oo he could be so romantic.



“I got a surprise for you tonight. A gift for everything you have done for me.” She whispered in his other ear before nibbling on his neck.



She felt his slightly smaller body shudder against hers.



“I like interesting things.” He purred back.



“I know.” She paused in her nibbling to say. “Just relax my little Neko-chan, and I will take care of you tonight.”



“Just so long as you promise not to try to cover me in cream or slip me catnip.”



She chuckled at the idea, the cream one bringing forth some rather erotic imagines and she had a sudden desire to go find some.



She moved her hands from his eyes down his front slowly and in a soft caress while her mouth continued to suckle on his neck and ears. His purring sprung up almost at once and he wiggled in her arms like a cat trying to escape. A firm grip held him in place.



She pushed aside the front of his uniform, her hands grazing over his chest before moving up and pulling the top off to drop discarded to the ground. To make sure he didn’t try to escape while she no longer had him pinned to her body, she had grabbed a hold of his ear with her teeth.



Chest now bare she explored it with her hands, taking a small step forward, forcing him to do the same if he didn’t want to be pushed down. In this manner she moved him over to their bed, not once did her hands stop exploring his chest and stomach nor her mouth leave his neck and face alone.



She stopped when his legs hit the edge of their bed and with a grin pushed him to land on his back. Before he had a chance to move she was on him again, pinning him down with a hand resting on his stomach, followed quickly by her mouth and her lips took over the task her hands had been doing before.



He was purring so loudly now that she could feel the vibrations from his chest. With her mouth now pinning him to the bed her hands made short work of the rest of his uniform, tossing it aside until he was wearing as much as she was.

She paused in her worship of his stomach to look up at him, hazy golden eyes staring back down at her in confusion as to why she had stopped. God she loved those rich, golden eyes.



With a wide grin she shifted lower and wrapped her lips around a different part of his body. Despite every torment and the cruelty of her former owner, Baragan had never forced her to give either himself or his minions oral pleasure, no doubt because he preferred his tongue in her mouth and he did not want it dirtied.



Ggio’s head whipped back onto the bed as her hot mouth enveloped him and expertly worked him in ways that had him

positively howling in pleasure. She held his hips down with one hand while she worked him with her tongue, taking him deep into her throat and humming, pleased when the vibrations earned a rather loud howl of pleasure. Her other arm hooked around his leg and snaked up underneath him, fondling his sacks as she gave another hum.



He was thrashing against her now, one hand tangled in her hair the other clawing at the bed beside him. He was close and she knew it. With a wide grin she stopped tormenting him before he lost it and kissed her way up his stomach to his lips, crawling up his body in the process.



His hands shot out to find her breast and she sighed in pleasure as they began to expertly kneed them. With a final kiss she moved the last little bit up his body, presenting her large breast to his eager mouth, his hands traveling down her back to find her rear.



Without any warning she impaled herself upon him, causing him to arch his back and gasp as her warm heat suddenly enveloped him. She started moving as soon as he was in her, rubbing her body against his while leaving her breast free for him to bury his face into and nip at.



She had been worried that the fangs from his mask would scratch her, but the curve of them made the point and broken edge face his way and not once had they left a mark on her skin. One hand was wrapped around the back of his head, buried in his black hair and holding his head to her chest while the other held her above him so she wouldn’t smother him in her twin peeks.



She worked his braid out until his hair was loose, running her fingers through it and scratching the parts of his scalp she could reach that were not covered by his mask. The hands on her rear were clutching her hard and he was bucking beneath her like a pinned wild thing.



With a grin the hand that had been massaging his scalp moved down between their bodies, worked its way under his leg to come up between them, and gave his sacks a soft squeeze.



He yowled like a cat as he came explosively in her, arching against her and shuddering in the last throws of his release to lay panting beneath her.



“Was that good, Neko-chan?” She asked, her hand between them still fondling his sacks gently.



He couldn’t answer, but his loud purring was more then enough for her to say yes, he had enjoyed it a lot.



“Good, because it’s rude to leave a woman unsatisfied.” She whispered in his ear as she ground her hips against his, with him still in her. “And we still have at least an hour before Reina needs to be picked up.”



She nuzzled his ear, and began to lay kisses against his neck on the side of the broken fang, the full one made it hard to get to his neck.



She felt his hands slowly run up and down her back, but at this rate by the time he was up again they wouldn’t have enough time to do anything before needing to get Reina. She had really exhausted him with that one.



His purring toned down a bit, indicating he was getting control of himself again.



“We can’t have that now can we?” He said in a lazy, lusty voice.



“No, we can’t.” She agreed.



He sighed beneath her, and then rolled them around until he was on top and grinning down at her.



“I do believe that us hollows are suppose to eat your kind, not make love to them.” He commented.



She pouted at the change in conversation as he removed himself from her. Then the meaning of his words registered as he moved down her body to settled between her legs.



“Ggio.” She protested, but what she had meant to say was stopped as his tongue swiped up her, a small amount of white catching as some of his release leaked out of her.



Any protest died as he worked her with his tongue, bringing her to her release and cleaning all of it up before climbing back up her body to share her taste with her. They lay there curled together, the sound of his soft purring all the noise they needed as his chest vibrated against hers, his face buried in its favourite location between her twin peeks.













It was one of those night that happened once every three months. Aizen would be checking up on them which meant every couple not already with child would be in bed this night, even her.



The thought still made her nervous and uncomfortable. It wasn’t that her partner was ruff or hurt her, he was surprisingly gentle. It was the fact her partner wasn’t the man she loved, and laying with him felt like a betrayal of the love she shared with Kinomi’s father.



But Grimmjow had done so much for her already, claiming her on that first day to protect her from Aizen as payback for Ichigo saving his life. Taking a huge risk in bringing her to the living world to lay with the man she loved instead of forcing himself upon her the first time Aizen made sure his Espada were following his command. And above all, gave something of his to Kinomi to protect her true heritage from Aizen.



Grimmjow, for all his violent faults, turned out to be a wonderful parent to her daughter. Kinomi and he were practically inseparable, well more like Kinomi, Grimmjow and Pantera were inseparable.



“Ready to go, Pantera-chan?”



Rukia started as Grimmjows voice bellowed across the room.



“Yep.” Kinomi chirped, not at all perturbed by the loud volume.



Dropping the ink brush Kinomi had been using to doodle on some paper with, she jumped to her feet, grabbed Pantera from where the Zanpakuto had been laying beside her, gave said Zanpakuto a big hug, and then ran up to where Grimmjow was waiting by the door.



“Bye Okaasan.” She waved with her free hand as she ran out the door being held open for her.



“Have fun.” Rukia smiled at her daughter.



She was alone now. With a sigh she got up and glared at Grimmjow’s bed, but gave it up for no one could win a staring contest with an inanimate object, not even her Niisan. Besides it wasn’t the beds fault.



With hands that shook only slightly she began to remove her white dress and fold it neatly beside her own futon, hidden away behind a set of hung blankets to give her some privacy.



Naked, she ventured over to the bed and crawled under the blankets. It made her feel slightly safer if she wasn’t naked in front of him. Somehow being under the covers made her feel better.



She settled into the centre of the bed and waited. She knew it wouldn’t take long as Kinomi loved the thrill of Sonido and Grimmjow would let her ride his shoulders while he used the technique to get them to the Day Care room Gin had set up for them.



She heard the door open and turned her head to face the wall instead of at him. Not that he was bad looking, just that it was easier on her if she didn’t look, didn’t remind herself that she was betraying the man she loved by willingly sleeping with the man that had almost killed both her and Ichigo.



She shuddered as she remembered the feeling of his hand impaling her chest and laughing before forcing the thought aside. She needed to relax, not tense up. She heard the rustling of cloths as he stripped before the bed dipped with his weight.



He never said a word to her during these encounters, for there was nothing that could be said. She trembled when she felt his hand touch her thigh, stroking it softly. He bumped against her and she shuffled over to let him have the centre of the bed.



She bit her lip as he turned onto his side to grab her hips and shifted until she was on top of him, straddling his hips. It was not a position she would have figured he would have wanted being the dominating type, but it was in this position he had manoeuvred her the first night Aizen had tested them after his declaration.



Grimmjow was taller and more built then Ichigo was and as much as she hated Ichigo’s nick name of Midget, she was considerably smaller than the two men. No doubt if Grimmjow took the top she would be lucky to reach his chest.

She remained on top of him as he reached over and grabbed a bottle of oil, preparing both of them while she willed her body to relax and at the same time not enjoy the feeling of his fingers playing with her while he prepared her.



Unohana and Isane had both told her she shouldn’t feel ashamed at any pleasure she felt during the act as it was only the bodies natural reaction and no more suppressible then trying not to squirm when tickled.



Determined that they were both as ready as they could possibly be she felt his hands return to her hips to guide her down onto his shaft. She winced a bit as she lowered herself slowly, giving herself time to adjust to his size in an inch by inch decent.



Her eyes were screwed shut as she concentrated on breathing and forcing her muscles to relax until he was fully in side of her. She took a moment to collect herself, and then slowly moved back up, his hands steadying her hips and straying no where else, not to her breast or even to her ass, just remained firm and steady on her hips as he guided her.



She felt that pleasure come upon her as the friction between them rubbed her in a most intimate way. As much as she wished it to disappear, so to did she wish for it to increase, and she was torn between the two.



She felt tears trickle down her eyes before she forced them back. It would not do well to cry here, nor would it change anything. She never knew if he kept his eyes open or closed during this time, didn’t know if his face was filled with pleasure as she rode him or expressionless as they did this for she never dared to open her eyes to find out.



What would happen to her heart if she saw pleasure in his eyes and face? Would she find herself falling in love with her captor in a typical case of Stockholm Syndrome? Would they then be sharing a bed more often then once every three months?



She pushed the thoughts quickly aside. It did no good to dwell on them. All she could do is pray that Ichigo and the others would come soon to get them out of here and bring them home.



She heard his breath quicken and his hips trust up to meet her. She felt that pressure build as he forcefully, but not painfully, increased the pace. She whimpered a bit and her hands dug into his sides as she steadied herself for the small rush of pleasure that always came right before his hands would grip her hips painfully and in a final thrust up, shudder as he filled her.



As always she collapsed against his chest briefly before removing herself from his body and with eyes closed stumble unsteadily to the bathroom to clean herself up before getting dressed and following him the medical room where Aizen would check to make sure they had done as commanded and check to see if any mating was successful.



Only Isane and Halibel met her there, Rangiku and Unohana were already with child again. A part of her envied them, another part felt pity that more innocents would be born into Aizen’s slavery.













(the following scene is a gift to the reviewers that was not originally part of the story, which is why it took me so long to update today, had to write it :) )





No one knew how he did it, just that when they went to pick their children up they were fast asleep on separate pillows tucked neatly into their own blankets. How Gin had so quickly earned their trust was a question she wasn’t sure she wanted answered.



She was one of the last to arrive to pick Akata up. Unlike the others her partners were determined to get as much time on her as they could for there was no telling when their lord would permit them to pay her a visit again.



She often wondered why she wasn’t assigned a permanent master like the others and the only conclusion she could think up was that the remaining Espada already had a partner each and Aizen didn’t feel like the lesser ranks deserved one as powerful as her for a pet.



When she arrived at the room only Barbo and Akata were left, both boys apparently awake and practicing their numbers by challenging each other.



“Ah, Isane-san, how pleasant to see you.” Gin greeted her as she entered the room.



“Gin-sama.” She bowed.



Gin smiled almost none stop but in the time she had gotten to know him through out her slavery she had learned that each smile was uniquely different. This one was tainted slightly with lust and she got a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach like she usually did shortly before he requested her services. Her mouth went dry as his gaze didn’t waver from her one bit.



“Ah Halibel-san. So good to see you. As usual Barbo was well behaved.” He greeted the third as she arrived to retrieve her son.



She merely nodded at him as Barbo neatly folded the blanket he had been sitting on before joining his mother.



“Can I ask a favour of ya?” He asked.



Halibel just sighed and said fine before turning her gaze to Akata. With a soft smile Akata also folded his blanket and followed Barbo and Halibel out, leaving Isane alone with the silver haired traitor.



“Now than. Your room or mine?” He asked with a wider grin.



“Yours.” She answered with a soft, resigned voice.



At least with his room she could leave when he was done with her instead of hoping he would leave her alone when finished. He also had a more comfortable and much larger bed. It would also be his sheets that would need changing and she wouldn’t need to explain to her son what the smell in their room was or why the blankets were stained if he was returned before she had a chance to clean it up.



“Very well then.”



A hand snaked around her waist as he led her to his room. At least he wasn’t as twisted as he had been when she had been used as a prop in Toshiro’s breaking. No doubt most of that had been an act for Toshiro’s benefit.



His room was a far cry from the cubby she shared with her son. It was a full suite complete with its own kitchen. She ignored the rest of the room and let him lead her to his bedroom, which was larger than the cubby she lived in.



His hand left her waist as he glided to one side of his bed. Not missing a beat Isane strode to the other side, removing her clothing as she went and folding it neatly to be placed on the table beside the futon. She crawled onto the bed and waited for him to join her.



Once he was done with assisting in Toshiro’s breaking his bed life had changed a fair amount and Isane wondered why he even bothered bedding her. No doubt he was sleeping with half the female Arrancar present, rather out of pleasure or because Aizen told him to was irrelevant. She would have though if it was anyone he would have preferred it would have been Rangiku, not her.



She had no way of knowing that he could not look at his childhood friend without a huge feeling of pain. Had no way of knowing how he tormented himself for not being able to save her from the fate Aizen had chosen for her.



Isane lay still as Gin pulled out his props, a smile ever on his face and his eyes even open a glimmer in what could only be joy.



“I am so glad you are willing to play with me. For some reason the other girls don’t enjoy this game.”



“You mean the others girls are permitted to say no.” She thought to herself.



Briefly she wondered if it was a game he had played with Rangiku before the betrayal but pushed the thought aside. It didn’t matter either way.



She felt goose bumps rise as the cold liquid touched her bare skin.



“The chocolate syrup. He must be rather depressed today.” She noted as more of the black liquid was drizzled upon her body, followed quickly by a large array of fresh fruit that had been previously cut, more chocolate, whipping cream, and oh god he used sprinkles to top it off so she was looked like a festive fruit salad of some sort. “Very depressed, usually he sprinkles and then licks it up before sprinkling some more.”



It was going to take him a while to clean all that off of her and all she could do was lay still and try not to enjoy the feeling of his warm tongue rolling over her body as he devoured her. It was going to be a long night all right, especially if he was pulling out the sprinkles.











Stay tuned for the final chapter 11: The next line



The various scenes in this chapter take place on different nights and are meant to cover the evening the women get knocked up again. This chapter was actually added later when I was most of the way through part 2. I Hope each scene was unique enough to be interesting on their own. Next chapter rescue finally comes and most of the children are born, its 15 pages long.



Lets see. 2x4=8 so that would mean in all the time Rukia spent with Grimmjow she sleeps with him 8 times. I assure you that the relationship between Rukia and Ichigo is not threatened by this. If it is one thing I have noticed about Ichigo\'s character it is that he is hardly the kind of person to hold a grudge.



7dragons7: Crazy. Yes, one chapter of this story left. And then it\'s on to part two.



AnimieAngelSisters: They will survive, I assure you. Although Toshiro might need a lot of mental help after having been trapped in his own body for so long.



limegree: No they wont. It\'s like an infestation. No matter how much you spray they keep popping up. Hope you enjoyed the scene with Stark and Unohana this time and I wont be offended if you skipped over Grimmjow and Rukia. The thing with him is he is not the kind of person I see going all love dovey despite his feelings. I see them as a more mature and older couple that need few words to understand what the other wants or needs, unlike Rangiku and Ggio.



Kazes: I love Kinomi and Grimmjow\'s relationship. Just wait until the next chapter where we get to see more of that.