Gabriel enjoyed this, the party was in fact happening, it was all due to Gabriel having set up some stuff beforehand.
The meal took some time to be made, but by night time....yes, he knew it was always night, but with the fake sun there, it went out, and the night came.
So, the party was going to happen, and it would be quite fun. Meanwhile, Tokinada was in another room, suffering. With Ryouma's power, none of the damage he experienced was actually real.
He would be there for a long, long time, until boredom set in. He had become the personal punching bag for every single Fullbringer present.
Anyway, back to the party: Gabriel was currently on his sixth cup.
A light buzz filled the air. Harribel had dipped out early, citing "war matters" and "reconstruction logistics." Rude. She left a party. But whatever.
Gabriel leaned against a cold wall, nearly dropping his cup as a strange sensation crept over him. It was not bloodlust.
Not rage.
Lust.
He turned his head, and Neliel was walking past.
Her curves bounced with every step—elegant, powerful. A warrior's build kissed by natural beauty. And Gabriel's thoughts shifted.
No.
Not just Gabriel.
Luz'xipher stirred.
"She'd look better moaning against a wall, wouldn't she?"
His pupils dilated.
For some odd reason, admist the scent of everyone present, he could smell her scent more and more, like it was the most powerful thing in the air.
He couldn't resist it.
He tried, but his dick had more control.
The shadows swallowed them.
Neliel turned, surprised, when Gabriel suddenly appeared before her.
"Your Majesty... here?" she asked, blinking. "This isn't really—"
She didn't get to finish.
He pulled her close, one arm around her waist, the other behind her head, and planted a kiss on her lips that stole her breath. Yes, he kissed her.
Her eyes widened.
His scent was suffocating. Not foul. No—it was intoxicating, like some heady spiritual wine that drugged her thoughts.
"W-what...?" she stammered, flush spreading across her face.
But she didn't push him away.
Couldn't.
Didn't want to.
By the time he pressed her against the wall, the heat in her spine had overpowered the thoughts in her head.
Luz'xipher didn't even have to force her.
Gabriel's hands swept under her thighs and lifted her. She gasped, breathless. By the time he carried her into a private room within the palace—
Entering the room, her hand still wrapped around his neck, he laid her on the bed, his lips still hungrily matching her own.
Not once did he pull away to breathe.
A few seconds later, their lips parted, and the saliva between their lips could still be seen.
Oh lord, wasn't she just irresistible, his meat just wanted to go at it, he couldn't help himself, he just wanted to have a go at it.
As he looked at her, she could be seen nervously covering up her body, she looked quite shy....yet....as his gaze lowered, it was soaked, her panty was completely soaked.
Under normal circumstances, he would have done some foreplay. You know, it's quite essential for a fun time, yet it's still in his current state of mind.
Foreplay was not something that had even entered his mind.
Removing his pants, alongside his boxer shorts, it was finally let loose to the world. hm, it looked like he was very pent up, given the fact that the veins on it had already reached double digits.
Shit was as hard as a rock, as if Medussa herself had looked at it.
A gasp escaped her lips.....would this... go...inside her.
She was quite shy.
"..Please...be..gentle."
Yeah, that would go straight over his head, with strength like no other, he would remove her undergarment, there, in all of its glory, he could see it...oh, so the hair was green, how fun
Gabriel did not say much, with steam coming out of his mouth, he was locked in.
Without much hesitation, he was in there.
He felt it, as soon as he got in there, he felt her around it, she wrapped around it quite nicely...oh fuck.
Holy fuck...she was draining him...that was too quick, one glance at her....wait...did she set a command, looking at her soul, he noticed...her authority was active...she infact had a command activated.
And if his guess was right, it had something to do with her duccy.
Dam.
Well, he wasn't one to go down without a fight. She would wrap her leg around his waist,hm, making sure he wasn't going anywhere, huh?
Fine.
With Hunger in his eyes, he gave her a kiss, then kissed her neck, beginning to go lower and lower, using his hand to play with her breast.
He began to rock his waist forward and backward, slowly at first, but over time, he began picking up some speed.
"Hm~"
"Please be more rough." Oh, now, so this was what she was on.
With no real control over his ability, he began moving violently.
**Plap**
**PLAP**
"HaaH~! That's it! More! More!" His hands found themself near her waist, he would watched as her tits now unbound would bounce up and down, how her face was now filled with nothing but sheer bliss, and how he was slightly transfiguring her soul in order to increase the pleasure 10fold.
Anymore would fry her brain; he wanted to enjoy, wanted to savor every second of this.
Her voice echoed in the room, sound of sheer bliss as he continue to plow into his subordinate, shoving his full length inside of her, Her tongue seem to stick out of her mouth...fuck, yeah that was her guts, high speed regenaration was working wonders right now and with him turning the pain into bliss, oh yeah, this felt heavenly.
She pulled him close, he held her close, he decided to pull her toward him, now, she was sitting on his lap, being face to face with him, sitting on his lap, she would begin to bounce on it.
He would kiss her, as the sound of skin-to-skin contact intensified in the room.
He held her as he began speeding up...her body shook underneath him.
Her mind seem to only be filled with one thing...pleasing his majesty, nothing else, just pleasing his majesty, that was all.
Then...
A loud moan echoed in the room. Gabriel let out a groan as Neliel was stuffed...to the brim.
There was just so much, some even began flooding out of her, and her mind was a bit blank.
She would break the kiss with his majesty....
Slowly...very slowly, she would pull get up, until finally it wasn't in there anymore, she would sit back down, his majesty member throbbing in front of her belly.
...
Wait...why was he still rock hard?
Gabriel's eyes turned what seemed to be a deep shade of red...he was hungry...he needed more, so much more.
And thus he would grab her and turn her around....upon seeing his majesty's frustration...she would arch her back toward him.
....
She bit the pillow several times that night.
They never stopped....for the whole night... nonstop, no break, every single drop was released inside of her.
And she took it, she took it all.
Time skip.
Neliel's soft hair lay across his bare chest. She breathed slowly, her entire body pressed against him, clothes scattered across the room like confetti after a New Year's war crime.
He blinked once.
Twice.
Stared at the ceiling.
"...Yeah, that was my decision."
Luz'xipher might've whispered in his mind, but Gabriel knew better. The desire was always there. He just... stopped pretending it wasn't.
He smirked.
His hand gently brushed through her hair.
"Mine now," he whispered to her sleeping form.
When she stirred and looked up, her face lit up in pure panic.
A blush exploded across her cheeks. She looked down, saw the sheets, the clothes, his face—
"D-Did I... We...?! Oh no—I mean—oh gods—I didn't mean to—!"
Gabriel just pulled her close, placed a kiss on her lips.
"You did nothing wrong."
"But—!"
"You're mine now. End of story."
She went bright red, but smiled shyly into his chest.
The Harem was now complete.
Harribel, Sun-Sun, Apacci, Mila Rose, and Neliel.
That was enough for several realms.
Pov change, Soul Society
While Gabriel was stacking emotional and literal bodies in bed...
Soul Society was in shambles.
The smoke had cleared. The rubble was surveyed. And the survivors?
Were crawling back into place.
With Yamamoto dead, a decision had to be made quickly.
Shunsui Kyōraku was unanimously chosen as the new Head Captain of the Gotei 13.
And while he looked like hell warmed over and dipped in sake, he stood in front of the remaining captains and issued orders with a calm authority that cut deeper than fire.
First Order: Rebuild Soul Society.
—Rally the remaining forces.
—Redistribute territory.
—Revive the housing districts.
—Clean the blood, burn the cursed land, and bury the dead.
Second Order: Lift the bans on the exiled.
"The Vizard are to return to active duty," Shunsui said, pipe between cracked lips. "So is Kisuke Urahara. The old laws? Burn them."
No one objected.
Soul Society needed every weapon it could scrape together now.
Third Order: Reform the Noble System.
"No more free reign for the nobles. Power needs limits. And accountability."
Few were left to argue anyway. Most of the great houses had been slaughtered like cattle.
Fourth Order: Release Sōya Azashiro from Muken.
Yes. You read that right.
"He's crazy. Dangerous. Too powerful to control. But we need him."
Shunsui looked at the others.
"We either bring him back... or we all die next time."
The room stayed silent.
And then heads nodded, one by one.
They were desperate.
And desperation didn't ask for morality.
Back in Hueco Mundo?
Gabriel was probably still in bed.
Smiling.
Somewhere, Luz'xipher whispered—
"Isn't it beautiful? How the strong take what they want... and the weak thank them for it."
A/N....