Curiosity

Huh . . . . I gotta stop looking at hentai for reference, yet I can't stop myself. You know what they say; once you look at incest and pee fetishes and demons from hell raping schoolgirls with multiple penises, you CAN'T just go back to Playboy!

Curiosity by Neema aka Boogermeister

Chapter 4- Like A Dog In Heat

At least Renji and Grimmjow was true to their words of keeping her relationship with Urahara a secret, but she scowled at them whenever they passed her between classes and leered at her flat stomach. But the joke was on them, they didn't know that she washed away any remnant of their seed inside of her last week. They didn't try to follow her on the way to Urahara's store, this time she locked the front door before moving to the back room. Since the first day of May, they rutted around in his bedroom non-stop until Urahara passed out from several climaxes more or less.

"Man, I think we should take a break for at least a day . . . ." groaned Urahara, shivering slightly when the cool air chilled at his sweat-drenched body. Ichigo could only sigh deeply and cuddled against him, rubbing at her stomach for self-comfort. "And I think you should rest too, Ichi-chan," he muttered as he cuddled back, "so your precious oven can be fertilized easily."

"Heh, my oven . . . ." she smirked lightly. "Good thing tomorrow's the weekend so I should rest for you, Kisuke." Urahara sighed and hugged her, kissing her on the cheek.

"You sure that you wanna try pregnancy so soon, Ichi-chan?" he asked quietly. "I'm not sure if your family or classmates would be all right with this . . . ."

"I just want you, Kisuke . . . . just you and your baby inside me," she muttered tiredly.

"All right then, we'll try again on Monday . . . ."

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Ichigo bit her lip to hold back her loud moaning as Urahara thrusted in and out of her from behind, her lover's idea of concieving should be that of a animal, taking the perverted idea from those two. She tried to clench tightly around him but his movements were now getting too fast. "Hahh . . . ." Urahara gritted as he finally climaxed. Ichigo moaned deeply by the fullness and smiled weakly, it should happen any day now. Her menstrual cycle should have started today but not anymore.

She will get her wish soon. "Kisuke . . . ." she sighed deeply as he pulled out and the bottom half of her body collasped. Urahara smiled and hovered over her to kiss at her face. "Think I'm late today . . . . it means that we've concieved, right?"

"Yeah . . . . but we should keep fucking just in case," he sighed as he kissed her again. "The main sign of pregnancy is usually morning sickness, if that happens then you are indeed gonna be a Mommy." Ichigo laughed quietly at that and patted at her stomach.

"I truly can't wait . . . ." she muttered. She was right, she was now over a week late but it was too soon to know yet. She tried not to rub at her stomach around her family or in school, but the excited thought kept eating at her at every minute. "Kisuke, buy me a test so I can know, please?" she whined one day before Urahara spread her bared legs apart.

"Not yet, I told you that you need to have morning sickness to confirm it," he teased as he promptly thrusted inside of her. "Until then, your oven will continue to take my cum . . . ." Ichigo whined again but couldn't deny the enjoyment from the sex. The second week passed but still her lover wouldn't buy her a pregnancy test, she couldn't bring herself to buy one due to her young age and might be scrutinized by the drug store clerk.

"Hmm . . . ." she mumbled in her sleep, as half of the third week came. Suddenly, her chocolate eyes opened wide and sat up in her bed. She got out of her bed in a split-second before kneeling before the small trash pail in the corner of her room and expelled the bile out of her stomach. "Fuck . . . ." she groaned softly before vomiting again, but on a lesser scale. She breathed heavily before a smile crept across her face. "Yes . . . . it finally happened."

Quickly showering herself and putting on clean clothes, she rushed out of the house and towards her lover's store. She wasn't surprised that he was still asleep, since it was after six-thirty in the morning. "Kisuke . . . . Kisuke, wake up," she muttered, shaking him awake.

"Hm? Ichi-chan, you're already here?" mumbled Urahara, slowly opening his eyes. "It's kinda early for another romp--"

"Kisuke, I'm really pregnant," she muttered with a smile. "You said that I should have morning sickness to confirm it. Well, I just threw up a moment ago." Urahara glanced at her and sighed happily as he sat up.

"Is that right? I had a feeling at one time or another," he muttered, lifting his pillow to pick up a plastic bag full of something. "I brought three, so you can check to see if it's positive."

"Ah, thanks," she smiled as she took and quickly went to the bathroom. Over two minutes of waiting later, she let out a short yelp of gratitute and Urahara walked into the bathroom "It's true . . . . I'm having you precious baby, Kisuke," she smiled.

Urahara would have laughed at the view of her sitting on the toilet but took all three sticks to observe the confirmation. "You pissed at all three of them at once?" he questioned.

"I just couldn't wait to use one after the other."

"Then . . . . I guess it's true, Ichi-chan," he smiled as she stood up to fix her pants. "You're having my special baby . . . ." He cupped her face to kiss her deeply, one of his hand roamed over her stomach. ". . . . You didn't brush your teeth after vomiting?"

"Shut up, Kisuke, you're ruining the moment . . . ."

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Slowly and slowly, day by day, Ichigo inspected her stomach on her lover's bathroom mirror. It was barely a bulge so she could still hide it for the last week of school, she could guess that she is nearly two months in. Her morning sickness was quickly eased by eating recommended food for her after reading some library books. From that, she had advoided her family's suspicion of her behavior. She was relieved that the final day was over and easily walked out of the building, absentmindedly rubbing at her stomach.

"Ah, Ichigo," Renji called out to her as he and Grimmjow walked up to her. "What's this you got here? Could it be what we think it is?" he smirked as he wrapped his arms loosely around her and his hand pressed over her stomach.

"Get off me, Renji," she scowled. "It's not what you think . . . ."

"It is what we think," Grimmjow smirked. "You're knocked up, aren't you?"

"Yeah, so what?" she scoffed as she pushed the red-head off and resumed walking.

"But you said that it's not what we think."

"Yeah . . . . you guys are not the father," muttered Ichigo. Both of the seniors blinked at that before Grimmjow scoffed.

"I had a feeling, that guy fucked you just shortly after we finished and didn't stop until you're pregnant for real," he scoffed.

"Does it matter to you guys?" she frowned. "I only want Kisuke's child, not from you animals."

"Tch, then next time we can try again, huh?" asked Renji, and she nearly halted her steps to stare at them.

"Like I'll open my legs for you guys again," she frowned.

"But you liked it, huh?" sneered Grimmjow, she blushed at that but scowled at them.

"Whatever, just leave me alone." Luckily, they did as she went to the store, but lately she and Urahara just laid in bed together. His hand was over hers as they soothingly rubbed at the increasing bulge.

". . . . Now what?" he questioned quietly.

". . . . I could hide it for the next couple of months but . . . . after that, my Dad might ask about it," she muttered. Urahara just sighed and said nothing else, he just kissed at her face, neck, and, shoulder.

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Even under the summer heat, Ichigo tried to hide the bulge by wearing loose T-shirts. She was a tomboy so it wasn't new to those who knew her. But at certain positions, it was becoming noticeable but tried to shrug it off as she left for today as usual. ". . . . I'm almost four months, Kisuke," she muttered with a small smile as she lifted her shirt up to show the significantly bigger bulge to him. Urahara sighed deeply and rubbed at it lovingly.

"I think they'll start kicking at five months," he remarked. She sighed at the anticipation and rubbed at her stomach also. "You think they noticed it yet, Ichi-chan?"

"Uh, I'm not sure," she frowned slightly. "I have a feeling that Dad knows. He's a doctor after all . . . ." He simply nodded as the fabric fell back over her stomach and she stood up. "I'm going for a walk, I can't get too fat to get noticed."

"Be careful, Ichi-chan," he said when she left, lazily fanning him from the humid air. In a way, he was concerned about the coming months, whether Ichigo was capable enough to tend to the baby's needs even though she wanted it. A few minutes later, he suddenly heard the front door opening and blinked at that. Ichigo couldn't have come back so soon, unless it was an actual customer for once. "Hello, hello, how may I help you . . . .?" he muttered as he left the back room but blinked at seeing the one person he at least expected.

"We need to talk," muttered Isshin with his arms crossed. Urahara frowned behind the fan before snapping it shut, he could sense that the father was truly serious but wasn't deranged enough to attack him on the spot. ". . . . You're the father of her unborn child, right?" he questioned.

"Ichigo suspected that you knew one way or another," he muttered quietly, his greyish-jade eyes hidden underneath his hat. ". . . . So what now?"

"I don't think that I could convince her that she's making some sort of mistake," muttered Isshin. "I knew that she had feelings for you but to think of having a kid at 16 . . . . it seems more common these days."

"It was her decision to be with me, so I don't think that she regrets it."

"Of course, she's a strong-willed person . . . ." Isshin turned to see who was coming in, and Ichigo froze halfway in at the sight of him.

"Dad?" she frowned in surprise. "Does this mean that . . . .?"

"Ichigo . . . ." Isshin muttered as he walked up to her. "There's no need to hide it from me, but if you want . . . ." He reached behind his back pocket and took out an overfilled envelope. "Try the best you can to raise your baby," he muttered as he handed it to her. Ichigo immediately knew what it was in her hands before glancing up to her father.

"Dad . . . ."

"Just be safe around him, okay?" he instructed. Without hesitation, he placed a hand over her bump momentarily before leaving. Ichigo blinked then blinked again, what just happened?"

"Whoo, what a relief!" sighed Urahara. "Thought he was gonna kill me . . . .!" Ichigo didn't pay attention to him, as she opened the envelope. Her eyes widened at the amount of bills in it, it was far more than she had seen before but believed that it was enough to care for their love child.

"Guess this means that I'll live with you, right?" she asked.

"I guess so . . . ." shrugged Urahara, before the teen ran up to him with a crushing hug.

"I'm glad, Kisuke . . . ." she smiled.

Eight months later . . . .

Ichigo tenderly stroked her infant daughter's dirty blonde hair as she breastfed her, humming softly as she rocked back and forth. She knew that it was Urahara's child all along inside her, much to her former senior classmates' dismay. As quickly as she had given birth to her, the baby weight had been steadily shedding off. After nearly two months, she was getting her lithe figure back. ". . . . You're done yet, Kiki?" she smiled softly. The baby glanced up with soft chocolate eyes as she suckled for a few moments before letting go of the nipple.

Ichigo sighed and fixed her sleeping robe before cradling her infant to sleep and placed her in the bassinet, just a foot or two away from the futon she shared with her lover. "Is she alseep, Ichi-chan?" muttered Urahara as she laid next to him.

"Yeah, Kisuke . . . ." she sighed as she cuddled against him. She felt his hands roaming at her waist and hips before settling at the small pudge of her stomach.

"You're losing the weight so fast . . . . compared to these," he smirked lightly as he groped at one of her breast. "They're not so big, but they're just . . . . full."

"Of course, they're full of milk," muttered Ichigo, moaning when his grip went firmer. At that, a moist spot appeared on the fabric of her robe. "Don't squeeze them too hard, you'll make them leak . . . ." she whined. But Urahara said nothing, pushing the fabric back to expose one.

"You think it's time for us to fuck . . . .?" he murmured, leaning to drag his tongue along the hardened nipple.

"Kisuke . . . .!" she gasped softly and blushed deeply, biting her bottom lip when her lover decided to suckle her. It should feel wrong but Ichigo moaned deeply when the feeling of milk being relieved from her. "You pervert, these belong to Kiki . . . ."

"But not for now, Ichi-chan," he groaned softly, licking the tasty substance off his lips. "You didn't answer my question whether we should fuck, because my needs are getting desperate at each month passing by."

"Should we . . . .?" she muttered. "Kiki's right next to us, Kisuke. I don't want to wake her up."

"That's what the other room is for, Ichi-chan," he smirked as he and Ichigo stood up. Quietly, they left the bedroom with the door slightly closed as they simply stripped off their robes. "You think you're fully healed for this, Ichi-chan?" he asked quietly as they laid on the makeshift bedding from the sheets they were carrying and fiddled at her panties.

"I think so, they said that my body should heal during the first four to six weeks so it should be okay now," muttered Ichigo. "But . . . . I'm not sure if it looks the same before the pregnancy . . . . down there."

"Ah, then let me see it . . . . ." he sighed, removing her underwear. Ichigo widened her legs for him as he observed her expousure. "It looks normal . . . ." he said as he push the folds back and stared at the arousing nub and the small entrance. "Ah, and you're already getting wet."

"Really?" she muttered but moaned softly when a finger slowly invaded her. Out of instinct, her inner muscles clenched around the digit. "Kisuke . . . ."

"I know . . . ." he sighed deeply, removing his finger before taking off his boxers. The teen had been waiting for this for almost a year, as Urahara positioned himself between her legs. "Tell me if I'm hurting you, all right?"

"Yeah, Kisuke . . . ." Slowly, he pushed himself into her and she let out a deep moan. "Kisuke . . . ." she moaned at being full, as expected she hadn't felt any discomfort as her body was completely healed. "Please, fuck me good . . . ."

"All right, Ichi-chan," smiled Urahara as he began, slowly at first as he leaned down to suckle at her nipples. Ichigo moaned at his behavior, he was stealing milk from their daughter but it didn't matter for now as he gradually picked up the pace.

"Kisuke . . . .!" she whined as she gripped at his hair. "Don't stop, don't stop . . . ."

"I don't intend to," he smirked as he kissed her, Ichigo inhaled sharply in surprise at the taste of what came out of her breasts but kissed back. "Guess that pregnancy experiment is over, right?"

"Yeah . . . . we got Kiki, and I can be with you as long as I want," she smiled before letting out a soft moan. She had heard of women, especially first-time mothers, would lose interest in sex months after the birth but she was a different case. A very different case. "Kisuke . . . ." she moaned deeply, as his thrusts were becoming faster. "It's getting too much . . . .!"

"Good . . . ." Urahara breathed heavily before resuming to suck at her darkened nipples. Ichigo gasped sharply and immediately climaxed, the overflowing secretion dampened the sheets underneath her. "Nice to know that you're still my kinky slut, Ichi-chan," he smirked before following suit, Ichigo groaned in gratitude with the familiar warm feeling filled her to a point of oozing out of her.

"Fuck . . . ." she moaned lightly as her body laxed and Urahra gingerly laid over her. "That was so good, Kisuke . . . ." Their steadied breathing were interrupted by a soft crying from the bedroom. "Damn . . . . she's awake," she frowned slightly.

"It can't be helped, she have needs," sighed her lover as he pulled out and sat up. Ichigo sat up but frowned when she massaged at her breasts. "Eh, something wrong?"

". . . . You drank too much, Kisuke," she whined softly. "You want our daughter starved now?"

"I'm sorry, Ichi-chan," he smiled, kissing at her cheek. "I got too greedy, huh?"

"You bastard . . . ." she scoffed.

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