Chapter 1: Helping the Kitty
Ichigo was lying on his bed reading a book when his cellphone started ringing. Flipping it open he saw a number on the screen he didn't recognize. Hitting answer he replied "Hello?"
Urahara's voice answered on the other end of the line. "Hey Ichigo! Good afternoon!"
The substitute had to fight the urge to hang up right there and then. "Urahara… how'd you get my phone number?"
"Oh come now, Ichigo, you didn't really think it was that difficult to get one little phone number. Anyway, I'm calling because I need your help."
"Help with what?"
"Yoruichi. She's been acting really cranky lately and I figured she could use some help."
Ichigo stared at the phone as if he was staring straight at Urahara. "How am I supposed to help her?
"I don't know. Just get over to the shop and do something. I'm not there right now since I'm sure she'll punch my lights out. You'll know what to do when you see her." With that Kisuke hung up, leaving Ichigo alone.
Ichigo sighed as he sat up and got his shoes on. "Geez, how am I supposed to help Yoruichi if I don't' know what's going on?"
15 Minutes Later….
Urahara Shop
Opening the shop door, Ichigo walked inside and looked around. "Um… anybody home?"
Ichigo walked through the dark hallways until he heard a faint noise. Following it to a closed door, he opened it and almost fainted. On the bed lay Yoruichi, completely nude. While it wasn't the first time the boy had seen her naked what embarrassed him the most was the fact that she was shoving a large dildo inside her while groping her left breast.
Yoruichi had her head rolled back and kept at it with her ministrations. "Ohhh!" she whined. "It's not good enough! I can't be satisfied anymore with just cheap toys!" Feeling frustrated from the lack of an adequate orgasm. She sighed as she pulled the useless toy out and tossed it to the side before looking to the opened door and seeing…"Ichigo! What on earth are you doing here?"
Ichigo sputtered and stammered, realizing he was caught red-handed watching her masturbate. Words failed him as Ichigo tried to come up with a coherent sentence. "I… uh… well the thing is…."
Yoruichi looked over her student, gazing at the tight t-shirt wrapped around his built and lean body. She turned her gaze southward and saw a large bulge already starting to pitch a tent in his pants. Sitting up, Yoruichi looked at Ichigo in the eye and said "Ichigo, close the door and come here."
A little scared of being scolded, Ichigo did as she told him. Shutting the sliding door shut. Hesitantly he made his way over to the bed. Sitting down at the end, Ichigo waited; all the while praying that his mentor didn't punch his lights out for interrupting her private time. However, despite his fear he couldn't help but look at her naked body in Its entire splendor. Her firm chocolate breasts, her long flowing purple hair, her neverending legs and sexy thighs. As Yoruichi crawled up to him Ichigo's pants were starting to feel a little on the tight side.
"Normally I'd yell at you for interrupting a woman's privacy," Yoruichi said with a grin. "But I think I'll let you off the hook… as soon as I see what it is you're hiding in your pants!" Ichigo was stunned as Yoruichi grabbed Ichigo's clothes and peeled them off of him. As she pulled down his pants Yoruichi licked her lips. Though she'd seen Ichigo naked before, being in the hot springs with him and dressing his wounds, this was the first time she'd seen Ichigo's cock standing at attention. A good 11 inches with a lot of girth rested between his legs. Ichigo gasped as her warm hand wrapped around his thick shaft. "Ichigo, lie back onto the bed," she said with a sexy grin.
As Ichigo lay back onto the soft sheets Yoruichi straddled him. Ichigo went wide-eyed as Yoruichi's crotch was shoved into her face. "Ichigo, you perv," Yoruichi teased. "I'm only on top of you naked and you're already fit to burst." Ichigo shivered when a wet tongue licked his shaft. Yoruichi moaned as she tasted Ichigo's manmeat. It'd been so long since she had a real man at her fingertips "So big…" she moaned before her mouth engulfed it.
The virgin Ichigo wrapped his arms around Yoruichi's waist, trying to hold on as the werecat sucked him off. He had no idea how a woman's mouth could feel so good but didn't care; Yoruichi's mouth felt amazing as she bobbed her head, taking in more and more with every bob. Looking up he saw Yoruichi's dripping pussy, getting an idea about how to return the favor….
Yoruichi felt Ichigo's tongue lick her delicate folds and inwardly grinned, glad that Ichigo was getting into it. She felt the tip of Ichigo's thick stick touch the back of her throat but was undeterred. Despite his large girth Yoruichi relaxed her throat and took in every inch, gagging a bit as she stuffed her mouth.
The tight, wet and hot pleasure of Yoruichi's throat drove Ichigo over the edge. Taking his tongue out of Yoruichi's cunt Ichigo yelled "I'm cumming!" before unloading into Yoruichi's hungry orifice. The werecat pulled back until only the head remained in her mouth, moaning as her mouth was flooded by the hot cum.
Ichigo lay on the bed, his vision blanking out as Yoruichi swallowed his thick cum. Taking her mouth off as she finished gulping it down, Yoruichi was pleased to see Ichigo still standing at attention. Getting off of Ichigo, Yoruichi smiled down at the dazed boy. "Ichigo, don't black out on me yet. Your punishment's only beginning."
As Ichigo sat up with his back against the wall, Yoruichi slid into his lap. She grinned as the shaft of Ichigo's manhood rubbed against her moist entrance. "Ichigo, you dirty boy! How'd you know what my favorite position was?" As Ichigo tried to sputter out a response his gaze turned southward, to Yoruichi's jiggling breasts. Seeing Ichigo's lust-filled gaze, Yoruichi cupped her breasts and fondled them, rubbing the dark hardened nipples against his heated skin. "You like, Ichigo? Go ahead Ichigo, have some dark chocolate!"
Ichigo's hands snaked up her side and squeezed her large tits, eliciting a lewd moan from Yoruichi as she rolled her head back. Unable to control himself, Ichigo nibbled on the dark tit, tenderizing it softly with his teeth. "Ichigo…" Yoruichi cooed. Her hands dug into his orange scalp as she felt him pleasure her. "Ichigo, you dirty boy! Milk's not gonna come out no matter how hard you suck!" she playfully admonished.
Deciding that she'd had enough of foreplay Yoruichi gripped Ichigo's hard shaft and rubbed her dripping lips. "I hope you'll show me a good time, Ichigo… if not I'll have to punish you all night long!"
Ichigo was agog as Yoruichi slid down his cock, the werecat's eyes widening as her hole was stretched. "Oh yes! This is what I've needed for so long!" Yoruichi buried Ichigo's little sword in her tight sheath all the way to the hilt, taking in deep breaths as she was filled. "Ichigo! So big!" Wanting to make Ichigo's face distort with pleasure Yoruichi rolled her hips, enjoying the feel of Ichigo's cock mashing her insides. As she started to lift her hips up she undid her ponytail, letting her purple hair loose to fall onto her shoulders sensually.
The substitute watched as Yoruichi rode him, her breasts bouncing with each stride. When Ichigo had first seen her (after she'd put some clothes on) he'd thought that she couldn't get any more exotically beautiful. Seeing her in all her glory with her hair down, her golden eyes glazed with lust, Ichigo knew he'd been way wrong before. Gripping Yoruichi's hips, Ichigo thrusted into her tight snatch, feeling his cock wrapped in her warm walls.
Yoruichi wrapped her arms around Ichigo's neck and kissed him as she bounced on his cock harder and faster, her hot booty rippling every time it slapped against him. "OH! ICHIGO! MORRRRE!" Yoruichi shouted as she felt the knot inside her about to come undone all at once. Ichigo's licking earlier had already stirred her up and now she was about to explode! "SO! GOOD! FUCK! ME! FUCKKK! MEEEEEE!" Her shouts matched only by the intensity of the impact her hips slapped against Ichigo.
Yoruichi's vison blanked out, her view of Ichigo's orange hair and lust-filled face whitened as she came undone. "OHHHHHHH! FUUUUUUUUCK!" she screamed to the high heavens as she came. Her hands grasped Ichigo's shoulders, gripping hard enough to leave bruises later on.
Ichigo couldn't take it anymore. Yoruichi's pussy tightening around him drove him over the edge. "Yoruichi! I'm gonna cum too!" Regaining focus in an instant, Yoruichi got off his lap and the bed and got onto her knees. Hopping off the bed Ichigo stroked himself quickly, feeling the hot sensation rush towards the tip. "OH! OHHHH!" He threw back his head and moaned as he came all over her breasts.
Yoruichi sighed as she felt the hot spunk stain her dark breasts. "Ahhhh… that feels nice…." It'd been so long since she'd had a real man dote on her breasts, Soi-Fon notwithstanding. Looking up she saw Ichigo's dazed look as he sat back down onto the bed. Licking her breasts clean she got back on top of Ichigo, rubbing her body against his. "Ichigo…I still haven't had enough yet…."
5 Hours Later….
Ichigo opened the shop door to leave; feeling like he'd just run 10 marathons. "Thank god, Yoruichi finally fell asleep."
Sitting out on the porch waiting for Ichigo was Kisuke. "Had fun, did we?" he asked with a smartass grin.
"Oh shut up! Next time tell me when you're sending me into something like that!"
Kisuke continued to smile as he got up. "Well, about that… I have a business proposition for you."
"No."
"Aw c'mon, Ichigo, don't you wanna hear me out at least?"
Ichigo sighed, but he had a good idea what he had in mind. "Fine, what is it?"
Kisuke hid his face from behind his fan as he spoke. "Well, there are many women I know who, like Yoruichi, are a bit starved when it comes to the bedroom. And seeing as how you managed to get Yoruichi's rocks off I figured you're just the man for the job!"
Ichigo's jaw dropped at Kisuke's proposition. "Do I look like a prostitute, Kisuke?-"
"Looking like you do now, my answer's yes."
"SHUT UP! I'm not going to let you sell me out to other women!"
Kisuke continued to smile. "Oh come now, Ichigo. Yes, I'll pay you for your services, but these are all women that you know quite well. It's like I'm not whoring you out to strangers on the street. And besides," he cast a sideways glance to the shop, "can you honestly say with a straight face that you didn't enjoy having sex with Yoruichi. Just imagine the fun!" He saw how Ichigo's blushing face dropped that he'd hit the mark. "So… do we have a deal?"Kisuke…" Ichigo said squeezing the bridge of his nose and trying to keep calm. "What the hell is all of this?" he asked, keeping his tone as calm and composed.
"Why, it's your reference material. Consider this part of your job training!" Kisuke cheerfully said.
The reason Ichigo was in such a protrude mood at the moment was because he'd come home to find that his bed had been piled high with porno items. DVD's, magazines, guides on BDSM, and several copies of the Kama Sutra, plus some fanfics by some guy named Whackybiscuit, to name off a few items.
"Yeah, I get that, but why is it all on my bed?! What if Yuzu and Karin come in and see all this? I don't want them to think I'm a pervert."
Kisuke chuckled as he sat on the windowsill. He'd come over as soon as Ichigo had called him demanding to know why all the smut was all over his bed. "Then I suggest you find a place to hide it all. Yoruichi already pitched a fit because I gave some of her stash to you, so I can't take it back."
"This stuff is Yoruichi's?" Ichigo asked a little disturbed.
"Not all of it. I went out and got a lot of it while you were busy helping out with your new job. Which reminds me," Kisuke pulled out a huge wad of cash and tossed it over to Ichigo. "Your payment for a job VERY well done. I haven't seen anyone handle Yoruichi and survive to crawl away. Kudos!"
Ichigo scoffed as stuffed the wad of cash into his pant. "Alright, so… who am I supposed to meet next?" He asked timidly. He never thought he'd be getting paid to bang women so he was at a loss as to how he should proceed. This wasn't exactly something you could ask for advice, at least from normal people.
Kisuke grinned. "Eager to get to work, eh? That's good to hear." He pulled out a sheet of paper with some hastily scrawled writing on it. "Your first client. I believe you two are already familiar with each other."
Ichigo stared at the name and balked. "Is this for real? HER?"
The shopkeeper smiled. "Her. I'd brush up on your research, Ichigo." He cocked a thumb over to the porn pile. "You'll need it for her. And if you need any help practicing your skills, I can always set you up with a "private tutor"."
Ichigo paled at the thought. "Not Yoruichi! My hips can't handle that kind of punishment for at least a few decades!"
Kisuke chuckled. "No, just a business associate I met here in the world of the living. You'll meet her soon. Yoruichi on the other hand might hire you again sometime later. Now get yourself prepared. You're heading over to her house tomorrow evening."
The Next Evening
Soul Society: Shiba House
Sweat was rolling down Ichigo as he knocked on the door. He was feeling nervous at his first job-call; this was going to be quite different from when he just walked in on Yoruichi. He waited patiently for a few moments before knocking again. Where were Ganju and Kukkaku's two burly helpers? "Come in! Come in!" came a voice from inside.
Opening the door Ichigo entered the dark home and followed the voice down the hallway. Opening the door that had light coming from it he found Kukkaku Shiba sitting on a comfy futon, smoking on her pipe as usual. She grinned as Ichigo walked into the room. "Hello there, Ichigo! Glad you made it."
Gesturing to the futon, Ichigo sat down in front of her, gulping with nervousness. "Um, hi Kukaku."
The elder woman saw Ichigo's nervous expression and chuckled. "No need to be shy, Ichigo. You're here for a reason and you know what that reason is. I need your help with something; something that I can't ask Ganju, Koganehiko or Shiroganehiko to do." She grinned as she leaned back a little, setting the pipe down. "Something I'm told that you could help me out with nicely."
Not sure what to say, Ichigo asked "And that would be…."
Kukaku grinned and with her remaining arm grabbed the hem of her red and white outfit and pulled it off, letting her massive jugs out for Ichigo to ogle.
"Milk me."
Ichigo cocked his head as if he didn't hear that right. "Come again?"
Kukaku smiled as she cupped one of her large globes. "I see Kisuke and Yoruichi neglected to tell you a few things. Some women with high enough spirit energy begin to exert that energy in weird ways. My breasts keep swelling up with milk and I've had a hard time milkin' 'em. Yoruichi used to help me relieve the pressure but she's too busy nowadays." She flashed Ichigo a grin that matched Yoruichi's in sexiness. "Well come now, Ichigo, milk me!"
Ichigo crawled his way over to her. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him forward, his face colliding with her busty chest. Ichigo wrapped his arms around her as he stuck out his tongue and dragged the pink organ down her white skin. 'So big and soft, like a huge scoop of ice cream…' Kukaku slid her hands through Ichigo's shihakusho and dragged her nails down his back, earning a muffled moan from the boy.
When Ichigo's mouth enclosed around her large pink nipple Kukaku threw her head back. "Ohh, that's nice…" Her hands went to the underside of her breasts and started groping them. Her vision started to go hazy as she felt a hot sensation begin to blossom inside her chest. As her nipple started to squirt its hot milk into the substitute's mouth Kukaku wrapped her hands around Ichigo's head and held him tight. "Ohhhh! More, Ichigo! Milk me more!" she cried, rubbing her crotch against Ichigo's knee.
Ichigo savored the taste of her milk. He'd never thought he'd taste anything this good, but he wanted more. Ichigo sucked on her harder, earning more groans from the woman. He felt his knee start to get wet as she rubbed her crotch against him. Taking his mouth off of her for a moment, he quickly sucked on her neglected mammary, drinking more of her milk.
"Mmmh, Ichigo…" Kukaku moaned. "I want a taste." Ichigo looked up and smiled. Keeping a mouthful of milk Ichigo took his mouth off her lactating nipple and leaned up, kissing her. Kukkaku drank her own milk as it flowed from Ichigo's to hers, her tongue slipping into the boy's to get every last drop from him. Separating from the wet kiss Kukaku smiled as she gulped down the hot, sweet milk. "So Ichigo, how do I taste?"
Ichigo, running a hand up her smooth back, smiled. "You taste delicious!" he said, white milk dripping down his chin.
Kukaku smiled and stood up, reaching for her obi. "Well then, you've tried my milk…" she pulled on her sash, dropping her pants. Ichigo stared as she stood in front of him naked. 'She doesn't wear any underwear?' "Why don't you try my honey?" she said, taking a finger and circling her pink lips.
On his knees, Ichigo took off his shihakusho and shuffled over to her. He buried his face into her trimmed black curls, inhaling the scent of her womanhood. Kukkaku felt her legs wobble as Ichigo's tongue started to lick her pussy. His fingers spread her pink entrance open, letting him stick his tongue deep inside her. Kukaku felt goosebumps break out on her skin as Ichigo ate her out, her remaining hand going to her breast, squeezing it. Ichigo felt hot milk splash onto his back as it sprayed from her gushing nipple. Ichigo could taste Kukaku's juices as they flowed into his mouth and greedily swallowed it. He enjoyed how Kukkaku writhed above him as his tongue plunged into her depths.
Kukaku arched her back when Ichigo's tongue rubbed against her special spot. "Ichigo! My honey's cumming!" Her hand left her breast to dig into Ichigo's hair, keeping him in place as her honeypot gushed in his mouth. "Ahhh!"
The boy tasted her sweet honey as it gushed into his mouth. By the time Kukaku stopped screaming in ectastsy Ichigo's stomach was full of her "Milk and Honey". Ichigo stood up and caught Kukaku and gently laid her down onto the futon. Panting, Kukaku smiled up at Ichigo. "Wow kid, I'm gonna have to pay you extra now." She undid Ichigo's obi, her eyes going wide when Ichigo's pants fell and she got a good look at Ichigo's manhood. "Kid, you ought to be ashamed of yourself!" she teased grabbing a handful of meat. "You've had this hidden in your pants for how long and you never told anybody!" she playfully said. Rolling over Kukaku got onto her hand and knees. "Come here, Ichigo! Feed my greedy hole with your thick meat!" she said, reaching lower and spreading her lips.
Ichigo grabbed the fireworks master's waist and eagerly slid his cock into her warm hole. He groaned from the hot tightness of her pussy as Kukaku's walls enveloped him in a hot velvet vice. 'Holy shit! She's so tight! Kisuke wasn't joking when he said that the women here were not getting any!' Ichigo's mind thought as he bottomed out Kukaku's pussy. The tightness alone was almost enough to cause him to blow his load. He started a quick pace, giving the Shiba woman what she wanted. The reward for his effort was a fury of lewd moans spewing from Kukaku's mouth. "Oh! Fuck! Ah! You're so big! Fuck me more!"
Kukaku bucked into Ichigo, giving the boy the pleasurable sight of watching her juicy ass ripple every time they came together. Ichigo's hands sneaked lower to her swaying tits, gripping the milk-filled globes and squeezed them, pleasuring the woman even further. The futon beneath them started to get wet as hot milk squirted from the huge jugs onto the futon. "Ohhh! Yes! Milk me more, Ichigo! Milk me like a dairy cow!"
Spurred on by Kukaku's pleas Ichigo fucked her even faster. His hands gripped her breasts almost painfully, feeling warm milk run down them as his cock pounded away at her womanhood. Thankfully for Ichigo, he was spared the embarrassing moment of cumming before his client when Kukaku threw her head back. "It's too good Ichigo! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cuuuuum!"
Leaning forward until his weight pressed down on Kukaku's back Ichigo licked her ear, brushing her raven hair off her shoulder. "Me too! Let's cum together!" Kukaku turned her head and kissed him passionately. Her mind exploded as Ichigo reached lower and rubbed her swollen clit.
"Oh! Yesss! I'm cummingggggg!" Kukaku screamed. Ichigo felt her tight walls almost snap his cock off as she came around him. Feeling his sac tighten Ichigo wrapped his arms around her and bit down on her shoulder, moaning into her as he shot his load into her pussy. "Ohhhhhh!" Kukaku moaned as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. "So hot…" she cooed as her womb was filled.
Ichigo pulled out and laid Kukaku on her side, spooning the woman and letting himself catch his breath. Kukaku turned her head and kissed Ichigo sweetly. "Kid," she said between pants, "I'm gonna… have to… rehire you… again and again!" Ichigo smiled at the prospects.
Gripping her still-dripping breasts Ichigo whispered. "You know, Kukaku, you did hire me out for the whole night…."
Kukaku grinned as she sat up. "So I did, but I have one request Ichigo, for the rest of the night and for whenever I hire you again."
"Name it."
Kukaku reached beneath the futon's pillow and pulled out a collar with a small cowbell attached. "I want you to treat me like I'm your very own milking cow!"
Ichigo's head popped up an image of Kukaku wearing a sexy cow costume and he had to grin at the fantasy. "Only if you promise to give me a few sexy moos while we're going at it."
Kukaku smiled as she attached the collar around her neck….
From then on, Kukaku gave her brother a weird standing order: whenever Ganju was walking up to the house and heard the sound of a cowbell clanging like crazy, he was never to step foot in the house….
Kisuke was lounging around as always. He'd been given a swarm of requests for Ichigo's services by the women of the Soul Society; so much that Ichigo almost fainted when he saw the stack. "Heheh, I bet right about now Ichigo's getting pretty sore," he said out loud to nobody in particular.
"You're telling me. I bet Ichi's about to drop from all the work you're giving 'em!"
The shopkeeper whirled around to see Gin Ichimaru leaning against the nearby wall. Kisuke, who could never get a read on the shady rogue, jumped up and unsheathed his hidden sword. "What do you want?"
Gin threw up his hands in defense. "Whoa! Whoa! I'm only here to talk. Can't we call a temporary truce?" he asked, waving a tiny white-flag.
Kisuke lowered his sword and cocked his head to the side. "A truce? Why? What do you want here?"
Gin shrugged. "Oh, I just wanted to know if I could hire Ichi's services from you, that's all."
The man looked at the grinning traitor like he hadn't heard him right. "Wait… you want to hire Ichigo? You uh… don't exactly fit the requirements… Ichigo tends to get touchy when somebody with a pair gets an idea…" he said remembering Ichigo's adamant refusal to service men when Kisuke and Yoruichi joked about it.
"Oh, it's not me I'm hiring him for. Our lady Espada, Tier Halibel, is acting really cranky and agitated lately. I figured if she got some action from someone like Ichigo, whose part hollow, she might calm down and stop punching us all in the face."
Kisuke deadpanned at the request. "And, pray tell, what do you possibly have to use as payment? I doubt Aizen keeps a healthy economy in Hueco Mundo…."
"Oh, that's easy!" Gin pulled out a huge wad of cash out of his loose jacket. He tossed it over to Kisuke. "I think that's payment enough."
Kisuke raised an eyebrow as he inspected the bills. They seemed real enough. "How'd you get this much cash?"
"Don't ask, don't tell!" Gin chirped in a song-like fashion. "So… until Halibel stops going off on us… truce?"
Karakura Town Community Pool: 11:43 PM
Ichigo POV
Ichigo looked around and saw nothing, the pool beside him sloshing back and forth quietly under the dim brightness of the underwater lights. "Why did Kisuke tell me to come here this time of night? And why did he inject me with that weird drug?" Before he left for "work" Kisuke slyly injected a syringe full of an unknown substance into Ichigo's neck, saying "It'll help make your job a little less bumpy."
Ichigo waited for several minutes before deciding that whoever hired him wasn't going to show up. He turned to flashstep away when he heard something above him. Looking up, his eyes widened as he saw a Garganta opening up. He reached for his sword but realized he no longer had it. Kisuke had insisted he leave it at the shop, stating that Rukia and Renji could handle any hollows while he "worked".
A lone arrancar stepped out of the void. Her appearance was just as strange as the previous arrancars he'd met before. Though he couldn't see much from his far-away spot his sharp vison saw a woman with blond hair and dark skin.
He gasped as she vanished from sight….
Only to appear right in front of him with a wide short sword pointing at his face. "And just who are you?" the woman asked.
Ichigo swallowed hard, sorely wishing he had his zanpakuto right about now. He blushed a little when he got a good look at the arrancar. Even by the standards he had after meeting the various characters of the Soul Society she looked almost… exotic. She wore a white hakama with a black sash wrapped around her waist, with a white top that left the underside of her breasts and belly exposed as well as cover her all the way up to the bottom half of her face. Her lurid appearance did nothing to stifle Ichigo's hormones, which had a bad habit of flaring up every time he saw a woman now that he was at his new job. Not only that, he felt a bizarre sensation begin to stir within him….
"I'm Ichigo Kurosaki. Who are you and why are you here?"
"I'm Espada number 3: Tier Halibel. I was ordered to come here to…" she stopped halfway as she looked at Ichigo funny. "What… what exactly are you, boy?" She reached out with one hand and stroked Ichigo's cheek. "Looking at you, I'm reminded of an Espada, not a Soul Reaper."
Feeling Halibel's hand on his cheek made something inside Ichigo ignite like wildfire. A flood of power surged its way through him until he felt his hollow mask appearing on his face, his eyes darkening. 'Oh no!' Ichigo thought with a panicked mind. 'I can't let him run loose here in the middle of town! And I'm unarmed so it won't be of much help!' Strangely, as his mask formed fully on his face, he felt that he was in full control.
What Ichigo did not know at the time was that Kisuke had injected him with a special drug that would bring out temporarily Ichigo's hollow power for a short time whenever he was in the presence of another Arrancar, particularly one of high spirit energy like Halibel. The upside to the drug was it allowed him to have his mask form without his hollow jumping in, since Kisuke theorized that it wouldn't try to take over Ichigo if he wasn't in a pinch.
Halibel's eyes widened when Ichigo's mask appeared on his face. More than that, she felt something rise beneath her cool demeanor. She felt an attraction to this boy. She saw the reports Aizen had on the boy and felt a faint kinship towards the protector. Stroking Ichigo's mask-covered face, Halibel began to blush beneath her mask. "You… you look so hot…" she moaned.
Ichigo could feel his manhood start to stand at attention as he reached around and pulled her close. Her firm and large breasts pressed against his chest. His hand reached to her top and slowly began to unzip her front. The Vizard could feel his heart race as he watched the metal teeth part, revealing her hollow fragment covering her face and breasts. Their faces drew close as Halibel's fingers slipped through Ichigo's shihakusho. Though their faces were covered, both Vizard and Espada could see wanton lust in each other's eyes and their masked mouths touched in a tender simulation of a kiss.
Grabbing her sword, Halibel stepped back for a moment, leaving Ichigo's embrace. Holding the sword out in front of her the Espada quietly muttered "Hunt: Tiburon!" and was engulfed in water. Ichigo covered his eyes and grimaced as water cascaded around him. When the torrent was over Ichigo felt lust overwhelm him as he gazed at Halibel's new form.
Ichigo had heard from Renji and Ikkaku how an arrancar's sword release transformed them into more hollow-like creatures but Halibel looked like she'd just changed clothes. Her mouth was uncovered, revealing her full luscious lips. Her garments had changed to a white shoulder pads along with knee-high boots and white-and-black gloves. Her bare breasts were uncovered before Ichigo with only the nipples barely covered by her hollow fragment and she wore nothing but a miniskirt. Dropping her enormous sword to the side she pulled Ichigo and licked the lips of his mask. Ichigo opened his mouth, allowing Halibel to entangle her tongue with his as she stripped Ichigo of his clothing. Ichigo let out a feral growl as Halibel pulled his hakama down and feeling her gloved hand grip his rock hard shaft.
Halibel grinned as she stroked Ichigo's cock, laying her head on his shoulder and nibbling on his neck. In turn Ichigo reached around the Espada and sneaked his hand underneath her fish-bone skirt, cupping her firm, bouncy booty and giving the dark cheeks a squeeze. "Mmmmh, that feels nice," Halibel moaned. For a long while now she'd had a burning desire for passionate sex but she couldn't find any suitable partners in Hueco Mundo among the Arrancar.
Laying Halibel down onto the ground, Ichigo began to strip the Espada. He removed her shoulder pads and delicately began taking off her boots slowly. As her slender feet were revealed Ichigo opened his mouth and licked the mocha chocolatey leg, making Halibel arch her back in ecstasy. Reaching for her miniskirt, Halibel raised her hips and allowed Ichigo to tug off the small garment. It was a shame she could not remove her breast coverings but she'd enjoy it like this.
Ichigo was thinking the same thing. Reaching up her sides and making her give an uncharacteristic giggle as Ichigo touched her ticklish spots; Ichigo palmed the large globes and squeezed them hard, drinking in the moans that slipped out of her mouth. His darkened eyes glinted with lust as he started to massage her breasts, feeling the woman's cunt begin to drip beneath him. Letting out another feral growl Ichigo leaned down and opened his mouth again, his tongue sticking out and licking the juicy melons.
Halibel removed her gloves, leaving her almost completely naked before the Vizard, and dug her fingers into Ichigo's bright orange hair, moaning as her long-awaited desires unfolded. Before Ichigo could get down to business, however, Halibel stopped him with a hand to the chest and pushed him away. "Wait," she said. Ichigo leaned back and watched as she sat up and took him by the hand. "The ground's a little hard for my taste. I prefer something I'm sure we'll both enjoy…" Stepping into the pool, Halibel pulled Ichigo into the cool water. Kissing his masked face Halibel smiled. "I've always felt more comfortable in the water."
Swimming over to the deep end, Halibel gestured over to Ichigo. As Ichigo neared the naked Espada she drew closer and wrapped her arms around Ichigo's shoulders. Kissing his opened mouth deeply Halibel pulled him under the water. As they sank to the bottom both Espada and Vizard's hands roamed each other's bodies. Thankfully Ichigo had enough experience swimming to hold his breath for several minutes, same as Halibel. As Ichigo stood upright as best he could Halibel wrapped her arms and legs around him. Halibel let out a gasp that made several air bubbles float up above her as Ichigo's hands grabbed her plump ass and slid his cock into her pussy.
The water's buoyancy made the feel of Halibel's cunt feel amazing to Ichigo. Though it was a strain at first to keep his breath held while enduring the tight embrace of her pussy, Ichigo soon got into the swing of things. Gripping her meaty cheeks he thrusted into her tight womanhood, feeling the hot wetness surround his cock. Combined with the underwater pressure it was almost too much for the Vizard to bear. His lungs burned slightly as he held on to his supply of air but the tight velvety feel of Halibel's hot pussy more than made up for it.
Halibel squeezed Ichigo's cock with her muscles, using her experience to illicit a growlish moan from the boy that was barely audible from the water. Halibel felt Ichigo fill her pussy completely, her head rolling back and opening her mouth to let out a lewd, underwater moan. Her grip on Ichigo's waist and shoulders tightened as she felt herself begin to overflow with sensation. It'd been so long since she'd been intimate and Ichigo was the first person she'd lain with who actually had a sense of passion. All the other arrancars who'd been with her were far too violent for her taste. Ichigo, on the other hand, made her body quiver in the cold water and made her feel like a real woman, his hands caressing her backside and his masked teeth nibbling on her neck. More than that, she saw something in his dark eyes that lit a fire inside her, and now that fire was about to consume her. Feeling her orgasm coming, Halibel responded with her own thrusts as best she could before she let out a choked gargle as she came, her tight walls constricting around Ichigo's shaft.
The pressure was too much for even the hollowfied Ichigo to bear. Like Halibel he let out a gargled moan as he lost himself to his inner desire, cumming inside the Espada. She felt light-headed as she was creampied, licking her lips as her womb was filled. Ichigo kicked with his legs and swam up to the surface with Halibel still in his arms. As they came up they both took huge gasps of air, their lungs feeling scorched from having to hold it in for as long as they had.
Halibel clung to Ichigo as he treaded water, her mess of blonde hair covering her face. "Ahh, that was incredible," she moaned. She had no idea why Gin had ordered her out here but she didn't care. She pondered whether or not to drag Ichigo back with her to Hueco Mundo. Surely Lord Aizen would allow her to keep the boy as long as he didn't stir up any trouble. Her thoughts were disturbed when she realized something:
Ichigo was still hard inside her, and she was still very horny.
Lifting her head up, she kissed Ichigo's masked lips once more. Pulling away Halibel looked into his dark eyes. "Wanna go again?" She couldn't see it, but she had a strange feeling that Ichigo was smiling. She unhitched herself from Ichigo's waist and treaded water away from him by a few inches.
Ichigo's eyes glinted with desire still. "Of course. I'm yours all night."
Both of them took another deep breath of air before descending back into the pool. As Halibel sank down to the very bottom of the pool she lay on her side. Ichigo swam up alongside her and spooned her underwater, sliding his manhood back into the wet confines of her stuffed cunt. As the two moaned Halibel raised her leg up, feeling Ichigo's hands snake around her. One hand went to her breast as the other rose up her leg higher and rubbed her clit. Halibel smiled as she felt all of her pleasurable spots being rubbed against….
Several Hours Later….
"More, Ichigo, more! My pussy feels like its melting!" Halibel screamed into the night sky. She gripped the metal rails to the pool stepladder and held on for dear life. They were both back into the shallow end of the pool. Halibel had had enough of her lungs burning so she'd decided on taking their escapade back up to where air was plenty. Behind her Ichigo pounded away at her pussy, his hands gripping her waist as his hips slapped against her juicy ass, making the round cheeks ripple with each thrust.
Ichigo's hands snaked up her sides to grab at her swaying breasts, squeezing the globes as he felt his sac tighten again. "Halibel! I'm gonna cum again! Your pussy's too tight!" Ichigo squeezed his eyes shut and pounded into Halibel's gaping cunt as hard as he could.
"Ah! Me too! Cum inside me again! I wanna cum with you!" Halibel shrieked, her body losing all sense of sensation except between her legs. She bucked into Ichigo, making her grit her teeth as the coil inside her came undone again. "It's…too…GOOD! OHHHHHHH!" Halibel screamed as she came. Feeling her tight warm walls choke his cock in a sexy vice, Ichigo threw his head back and roared as he came inside her again, his hands squeezing her breasts until it was almost painful.
Having never endured so much sex for so long, Halibel's legs gave out. Ichigo caught her and held her close as he sank back into the water with her. Halibel panted as she lay back against Ichigo, feeling better than she had in a long time. As Ichigo's mask fell away Halibel decided to disengage her resurreccion, reverting back to her sealed form. Looking up at Ichigo, Halibel softly said "You know as soon as the sun comes up we're enemies again."
Ichigo nodded. He wasn't foolish enough to think that this changed anything between them. He was still a Soul Reaper and she an Arrancar, an Espada at that. He had no idea how Urahara had convinced the woman to come here, and he knew with 99% certainty that Kisuke was responsible, but for the moment he was glad that they'd met. "I know, but for tonight we can be friends." Halibel nodded as she lay in Ichigo's arms, enjoying his warmth in the cool water. As the sun peeked through the horizon Ichigo watched as she got up and left through a Garganta, giving Ichigo one last wink before she disappeared, leaving Ichigo feeling emotions that were sure to haunt him for days to come….Ichigo walked down the hallway of the shop, dressed in one of his father's white coats. He gulped as he made his way through the empty shop. Kisuke had taken Tessai, Yoruichi and the kids out for the weekend, leaving the shop all for Ichigo so he could get to his next client. Ichigo was nervous since this would be the first time he'd have to roleplay for a client. His mind was swamped with some of the various requests he found himself doing lately.
Reaching the end of the hallway he saw to his amusement a door with his name on it: "Dr. Ichigo Kurosaki. M.D."
Opening the door he saw his "patient" sitting on the table. Kisuke had done a good job converting his spare room into a doctor's office, taking a few notes from the Kurosaki clinic. Captain Unohana smiled as Ichigo closed the door and locked it. "Good afternoon, Captain Unohana. I see you're here for a "physical"."
Unohana's smiled widened when Ichigo walked over to her. "Please, Doctor Kurosaki, call me Retsu."
Ichigo nodded. While he'd gotten used to this job, this was the first time he'd had to service Unohana. He had to admit, the woman intimidated him, so he did his best to show her respect where respect was due. "Ok Retsu. First I'm gonna check your vitals." Ichigo undid Retsu's obi and removed Unohana's clothing. He had to stop himself from drooling over Unohana's luscious, mature body. He had to remind himself not just take her then and there and break character. Pressing his ear to Unohana's chest, Ichigo wrapped his arms around her waist. "Take deep breaths for me, Retsu."
Unohana slipped her hands into Ichigo's orange haired scalp as she breathed deeply, grinding her body against Ichigo's. Ichigo's hot breath made her pink nipples harden as she started to get wet. Feeling frisky, Ichigo stuck out his tongue and gently licked Retsu's lonely nipple. His nose lay on top of her black braid. He'd thought about untying it but found that he liked her hair braided. He heard the captain's breath hitch as he lavished the tender areole, her fingers digging into his scalp. His ear picked up her quickening heartbeat and he grinned. "Your pulse is a little high, Retsu," he said as he pulled himself away from her chest. "Let's check your temperature."
Retsu smiled as Ichigo pushed his forehead against hers, their noses touching. She never admitted it out loud but she had always found the boy to be quite handsome. When she found out about how Kisuke had roped him into servicing other women she couldn't resist the temptation any longer.
Leaning that last inch, Ichigo kissed Unohana, shrugging out of his white-coat and undoing his pants. "You seem to be having a high fever, Retsu." She licked her lips as the boy dropped his pants, revealing his VERY hard manhood to her. "I'll let you use my "Thermometer", Retsu."
Retsu hopped off the table and got down on her knees. Just the sight of Ichigo's manhood lit a fire inside her. "Oh, Dr. Kurosaki, your thermometer's so big!" she slyly said before licking the tip. Ichigo closed his eyes and laid a hand on Retsu's head, gently guiding more of her mouth over his shaft. "Mmmmh!" Retsu moaned into Ichigo's cock, making him shudder as he felt the vibrations. Ichigo slowly bucked his own hips, feeling the tip of his cock bump against the back of her throat. Ichigo almost went cross-eyed when Retsu went further, taking his cock all the way down her throat. The hot, tight and wet feel of Retsu's throat gripping his cock was a first for Ichigo. He was so big that most women weren't capable of giving him a deepthroat. His eyes widened when Retsu reached lower and started to fondle his balls. Retsu quickened her blowjob, her head bobbing back and forth at an even faster pace. Her blue eyes looked up at Ichigo expectedly, almost as if she was begging for him to release.
The "doctor" arched his back as his sac tightened in Retsu's fingers. "Ahh! Here it cums!" was all he could moan before he unloaded into Retsu's mouth. Retsu swallowed the tasty treat and found it to be quite good to her palate. Under advisement from Kisuke, Ichigo regularly ate pineapple so when his spunk landed on Retsu's tongue she found it to be quite delicious.
Retsu didn't stop bobbing her head until she had swallowed every last drop of cum from Ichigo. Pulling away from Ichigo, the lovely captain sat back on her haunches, a rare look of debauchery on her face. Picking her up, Ichigo laid her down on the table and got on top of her. "You seem to be a little warm, Retsu, but I think you'll live," Ichigo said with a smirk.
Retsu chuckled at that before Ichigo got on top of her and straddled her chest. Her eyes widened as Ichigo's cock was still hard. She'd heard from others who'd requested Ichigo's services about how the boy had almost limitless stamina but she was actually shocked at how the rumors were true. Ichigo pushed her braid to the side and wedged his manhood between her bouncy globes. "What's next, Doctor Kurosaki?"
Smiling down at his "patient", Ichigo replied "I think a "mammogram" is in order. I'll see how good your breasts are." Retsu moaned as heat flourished in her chest as Ichigo slid his shaft between her breasts, his hands squeezing them together. Retsu rubbed her legs together as Ichigo's thumbs played with her standing nipples. Ichigo grinned as Retsu's head rolled back when he squeezed them. Retsu's hands joined his and squeezed his cock even tighter. She grinned as she saw Ichigo's lust-contorted face.
Retsu leaned forward and licked the dripping tip as it brushed against her lips with every thrust. Once again, Ichigo felt his sac start to tighten up and quickened her pace. Seeing the tip of his cock start to swell Retsu opened her mouth wide, moaning as Ichigo exploded. For the second time she was given the sweet taste of Ichigo's cum as it shot into her mouth. Greedily she swallowed the hot spunk and moaned as her face was covered in white cum. As Ichigo slid his still-hard cock out from breasts embrace she scooped it off her face and licked it up, moaning at the sweet taste.
"Your breasts seem to be…in perfect condition," Ichigo said, struggling even more to not break character. He slid down her front until his face was in front of her glistening womanhood. "Let's check your reactions and reflexes."
Retsu's legs rose until they were up in the air as Ichigo's fingers rubbed against her pink lips. The woman arched her back as Ichigo began to lick her lips. Her fingers gripped the table's edges as Ichigo spread her lips and slipped his tongue inside her. As Ichigo's skilled tongue rubbed against all the right spots inside her, she arched her back, the pleasure pooling inside her.
"Ah! Doctor!" she cried as her toes curled. Her back made a perfect impression of the St. Louis arch as she came. The woman's vision blanked out with white as the knot inside her exploded and she finally released right into Ichigo's awaiting mouth. Like a bug hungry for sap Ichigo greedily swallowed her juices as they flowed into him, delighting in her taste just as much as she did his. Taking his mouth away from her snatch, Ichigo smiled up at the woman. "You seem to have perfect reflexes, Retsu."
"Thank you, Doctor. Your diagnosis?" she asked sitting up.
"Oh, I'm not finished with your exam yet, Retsu." Ichigo pulled Retsu onto his lap. "I need to give you a much deeper exam." Retsu cooed as the thick mushroom tip rubbed against her dripping slit. As her warm, velvet walls surrounded Ichigo's cock; he buried his face in her braid, inhaling her hair's lavender scent as he filled Retsu's womanhood.
"Ah! Doctor, you're so thick and big!" Retsu moaned as she began to bounce on Ichigo's lap. Placing her hands on her ivory cheeks the captain arched her back and bounced on Ichigo's cock like she was on a trampoline. "Mmmmh! I feel amazing!" she yelled. The table shook from her powerful bouncing as Ichigo leaned forward and kissed her. Ichigo saw her ivory body become covered in sweat and saw her body start to glisten and shimmer in the light.
Ichigo gasped as she squeezed him tightly with her muscles. Retsu smiled as she used her experienced body to pleasure Ichigo. "Dr. Kurosaki, you're so good."
"Yeah." Ichigo smiled as he kissed her again. "Your pussy's so good, Retsu!" he moaned. The two could feel their orgasms coming again and they embraced each other tightly. Ichigo and Retsu moaned each other's names as they came. Retsu lost all sense of sensation as her pussy was filled with white jizz. Ichigo nuzzled her chest and braid as he filled her completely.
Ichigo lay back and held Retsu close as they came down, basking in each other's warmth. Ichigo ran a hand through her ebony hair and kissed her tenderly. "You're in perfect health, Retsu."
The captain snuggled against her "doctor". "Why, thank you Doctor. Your exam was quite…exhilarating."
Ichigo looked at the clock and smiled. "You know, Retsu, your checkup's not over yet. We still have some time left."
Retsu grinned seductively as she turned around, guiding Ichigo's manhood to her asshole….Ichigo was honestly surprised with how fast Kisuke could remodel a room to suit the constant flood of requests Ichigo was given.
If only he'd stopped remodeling Ichigo's room. This must've been the 17th time his room had been remodeled and decorated. As he stepped into his room wearing a white shirt and pants, he looked at his room.
Kisuke had taken out all of Ichigo's furniture and personal items, except for the mountain of "Reference Material" he had stashed in his closet and turned the room into a massage parlor. He would have a serious talk with Kisuke about the whereabouts of his desk and bed after this….
"Hello, Ichigo. I see you're looking well; all that exercise must be working for you," said a smirking Rukia. Ichigo saw that she was wearing a white robe, her normal Soul Reaper outfit folded up on a small table nearby.
Rukia grinned as Ichigo closed the door. When she first heard about how Ichigo had started whoring himself out to women for Urahara, Rukia was in complete disbelief; the massive prude getting paid for sex was an impossible notion to her. But when she'd seen the countless women boasting about how passionate and… long-lasting Ichigo was, she had to see for herself. For that purpose she contacted Urahara, who'd given her a list of the various services that women would so often request, deciding on the massage therapy to see if Ichigo was actually trained as a masseur. She paid a little extra to make sure that Kisuke remained silent about the whole matter and to ensure that news of this didn't reach her brother's ears.
"Never thought I'd see you here, Rukia," Ichigo said with an eyebrow raised.
Rukia's smirk widened. "Well, I never thought you'd be…" she had to stop herself from saying "you'd be a man-whore" but managed to revise her statement. "…Employed like you are now."
Before Ichigo could ask her to do so, Rukia undid the tie to her robe and let the garment fall to the floor. Ichigo admired Rukia's small petite body. While she wasn't as stacked as Halibel or Kukkaku she took first prize in cuteness. "Well Ichigo, you've been a real pain in the neck ever since I first gave you my powers," Rukia said as she hopped up onto the table and lay down on her stomach. "So now you're gonna help relieve them."
Ichigo bristled at Rukia's cheek but bit his tongue. When he received Kisuke's phone call saying that Rukia'd requested his services part of him was thrilled at the idea of literally sticking it to her. "As you wish, Rukia," he said with a tone of faux servitude. Grabbing a bottle of massage oil, Ichigo put some oil on his hands and went to work.
Rukia sighed in contented pleasure as Ichigo's hands worked wonders on her neck and shoulders. "Ahhhh, that feels nice…" she sighed as Ichigo unworked the kinks in her neck and started to move his way down her back. As Ichigo oiled up Rukia's back some more his fingers, with some practiced subtleness, pressed against all the right spots. "Mmmmh. Go lower, Ichigo…" Rukia purred. When Ichigo's slick hands palmed her ass Rukia practically melted. "Oooooh, Ichigooooo…."
Ichigo grinned as he rubbed her tiny ass and massaged her thighs, running his hands sensually down her legs. Moving back up to her ass, Ichigo watched as Rukia squirmed on the table as he ran an oiled finger along her pink lips. "Roll over so I can do your front," Ichigo ordered. Rukia, who felt like putty from Ichigo's magic hands, complied and rolled onto her back. She saw with a blushed face that Ichigo had taken his shirt off.
Ichigo started on her chest slowly, making Rukia moan at his touch. When he cupped her small breasts Rukia arched her back and moaned; Ichigo's hands were massaging her so nicely. When his fingers pinched her small pink nipples Rukia let out a loud cry and clawed at the table. She felt Ichigo's hands trail down her stomach and run up her legs, instinctively spreading them wide. A wide smile was on her face as Ichigo's hand ran along her pink pussy lips again, this time with much more passion. "Ahhh… Ichigo! Yesss!" Ichigo grinned from ear to ear as Rukia squirmed at his sensual touch. "Ah!" she cried as Ichigo slipped two oily fingers inside her. As his left hand pleasured her, his right hand trailed up her thigh….
Rukia turned her head and saw Ichigo pitching a tent in his white pants. "Well, seems you enjoy touching naked girls, Ichigo. And here I thought you were into men for a while there." Ichigo bit his tongue to keep a smartass remark from slipping out and instead let out a heated moan as Rukia pulled down his pants, her eyes widening at the sight of Ichigo's huge cock. Seeing Rukia dumbstruck face made Ichigo's grin grow wider, taking an extra step forward so the head of Ichigo's cock kissed her lips.
"Why don't you try massaging me, Rukia?"
Already wet from Ichigo's fingerings and massaging, it didn't take Rukia long to make up her mind. Ichigo watched as Rukia wrapped her lips around the head of his manhood and bobbed her head back and forth, sucking him off. Ichigo let out a sigh of pleasure as he pulled his fingers out of Rukia's dripping pussy. Rukia moaned in disappointment but her eyes widened as Ichigo oiled up his fingers again and poked her backdoor. The substitute felt a muffled moan escape Rukia's mouth as Ichigo's finger went into her asshole. Relaxing her ass, Rukia let Ichigo's digit make its way as far as it could go, her blowjob becoming sloppy as saliva drooled down the side of her face as her hands went to Ichigo's balls and fondled them. Ichigo's unused hand went to her small petite breasts, squeezing them and pulling on her nipples as he slipped another finger inside her ass. Rukia bucked her ass into his hand, driving them deeper into her sphincter as he scissored his oily digits inside her. Pulling out until only the head of Ichigo's cock remained in her mouth Rukia licked the thick, mushroom-y head. As the taste of pre-cum covered her tongue Rukia rolled her eyes into the back of her head as Ichigo slipped another finger inside her ass.
"MMMMMMMMH!" said a muffled Rukia as she came, her ass tightening around Ichigo's fingers as her pussy squirted all over the table. Seeing his friend cum with his fingers in her ass and her mouth around his cock drove Ichigo over the edge as well. Shouting Rukia's name, Ichigo closed his eyes as his cock erupted in Rukia's mouth, shooting his white spunk into her waiting mouth. Rukia moaned as her tongue was covered in hot thick cum, swallowing the white spunk as she tongued Ichigo's slit for more.
Ichigo pulled his fingers out of Rukia's ass as the girl finished swallowing the last of Ichigo's cum, taking her mouth off of Ichigo's cock. She was shocked at how hard Ichigo still was and licked her lips in anticipation. As Ichigo stepped out of his white pants that were still pooled around his feet Rukia rolled onto her front and got onto her hands and knees. "Mmmh, Ichigo…" she purred in a way that Ichigo had never known. "Come massage my insides."
She smiled as Ichigo got up onto the table and mounted her. Ichigo could feel himself get turned on even more as he saw Rukia's oily ass glisten in the soft light. Grabbing the bottle of oil again, Ichigo lubed up his cock liberally with the oil before palming Rukia's cheeks, spreading them. Rukia gripped the edge of the table as Ichigo pushed the head of his cock inside her derriere. As Ichigo slowly inched his way inside her, Rukia had to fight the urge to scream in pain. Even with the lube and prep it still felt like her ass was being completely destroyed by Ichigo's thick manhood. Once Ichigo reached the hilt of his cock and his hips were snugly pressed against her bare ass he pressed himself against Rukia's back and wrapped his hands around her smooth breasts, giving Rukia time to adjust to his huge girth. After several tense minutes of having her guts stuffed, Rukia relaxed the muscles in her ass and hissed as Ichigo pulled out; her body was overwhelmed with the burning sensation of Ichigo's cock sliding out of her ass. Ichigo held Rukia tight as his friend groaned from being assfucked. Ichigo kept his thrusts slow and mild so Rukia could get used to the feel of him. Inwardly he was doing a victory cheer for finally being able to stick it to the prideful girl….
"Fuck! Ichigo, you're so big! My ass feels like it's being torn in two!" Rukia groaned. She didn't even realize that she was subconsciously bucking onto Ichigo's cock, her ass bouncing against Ichigo's hips. "Ah! My ass feels so goooood! Harder, Ichigo! HARDER!" Rukia screamed. Deciding that the time for gentleness was over, Ichigo gripped Rukia's waist and pounded away at her rear. "AHHHH! FUCK, ICHIGOOOOO!" Rukia screamed at the top of her lungs. Her knuckles turned white as her grip on the table tightened, eyes rolling into the back of her head again. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh!"
Soon all that spewed from Rukia's mouth was moans and incoherent begging for more. Ichigo smirked as Rukia's ass yielded to him. Leaning forward, he turned Rukia's head and silenced her moaning with a deep kiss, the sloppy sounds of Ichigo's cock slipping in and out of Rukia's oily ass like an erotic melody for them to listen to. Ichigo moaned relentlessly as Rukia's ass squeezed him so tightly, even with all the oil.
Remembering something he'd always wanted to do Ichigo broke the kiss with Rukia and leaned back upright. Rukia gasped as Ichigo's hand came down hard on her slick cheek. "AH! FUCK!" she cried out as Ichigo continued to spank her. Ichigo groaned how with each strike, Rukia's ass would clamp down on his cock like it was trying to choke him. Wanting to make his friend melt even more, Ichigo reached around Rukia and furiously rubbed her swollen clit.
That was the straw that broke the camel's back for Rukia. With Ichigo's spanking, his huge cock wedged inside her ass and now her most sensitive spot being pleasured, Rukia's mind completely blanked as her body convulsed beneath Ichigo. "ICHIGOOOOOOO! AHHHHHHHH!" She screamed as she came, tongue sticking out as her vision blurred.
Ichigo also reached his peak; the pressure from Rukia's tightening ass was too much for even him to bear. "RUKIAAA!" he shouted as he his cock exploded inside her ass, filling her guts with white cum. Rukia collapsed on the table, lying on it with her ass sticking up getting filled with a hot creampie.
"Ahhhhhh, Ichigooooooo…" Rukia slurred, one weak hand rubbing her belly as warmth invaded her.
Ichigo pulled out of her and laid down next to her, pulling her close. Their oily and sweaty bodies rubbed together as they both came down from their highs. Recovering first, Ichigo grinned at the sublime smile on Rukia's face, rubbing her stomach tenderly as Rukia instinctively snuggled into his chest for warmth.
"Damn, Ichigo," Rukia weakly said, her eyes still closed. "I need to hire you more often…."
Ichigo chuckled and looked over to the shelf on the other end of the room where a hidden camera Ichigo had set up beforehand was secretly videotaping them. When Ichigo had been told by Kisuke that Rukia'd requested his services, he couldn't resist making a memento for future recollection….Kisuke was eagerly counting the stack of bills in his hands; another day another whole lot of money. He had to admit, he thought when he was exaggerating just a little when he said all the women of the Soul Society were starved when it came to the bedroom but apparently Ichigo had proved him right. Kisuke grinned as he pocketed the money. "Heh, and Tessai scolding me for being a pimp…"
"Hello."
Kisuke instinctively whirled around and drew his sword. After Gin Ichimaru's visit he was constantly on guard. From the way things have been going he was in all honesty surprised that Aizen didn't show up and ask to borrow Ichigo for the rest of his ladies….
But it was neither of the rogues, but rather a face he never thought he'd see: Nemu Kurotsuchi. "Lieutenant Kurotsuchi! And what does Mayuri need from me today?" he asked. It was strange seeing the girl for the first time. She didn't look anything like her father at all. What was even more surprising was that Mayuri was nowhere in sight.
Nemu shook her head, feeling quite embarrassed being in the man's presence. "Master Mayuri did not send me, Kisuke Urahara. He doesn't know that I'm here. I'm…I'm here today to request the services of Ichigo Kurosaki." Her eyes looked away and her cheeks blushed from the request.
Kisuke's eyebrow rose in astonishment. This was much different from the stories he'd heard about her. If she was here when Mayuri didn't even order her, then that would mean that the girl was starting to hit her "rebellious" phase. The notion made Kisuke grin from ear to ear. "Very well, Lieutenant. Ichigo was entertaining a client a couple of hours ago but he's free for the evening." Reaching into his pocket he gave her a list of services Ichigo could give her. "You can pick these or just make your own request. Your choice."
Nemu stared at the sheet before handing it back, shaking her head. "No. I…I have something that I want to do…."
Sitting back down on the front porch, Kisuke smiled as he observed the girl.
"Elaborate."
3 Hours Later….
Karakura Dance Academy
Ichigo POV
Ichigo looked at his watch to make sure he was going to be on time. He learned from experience it was never a good idea to be even a minute late; Yoruichi almost crippled him for that….
Still, he was wondering why Kisuke had given him a text earlier, asking him to go to the abandoned dancing school a few blocks away in fancy dress clothes. While it wasn't exactly abnormal for a girl to request some new request, Kisuke usually gave him her name. For once he was as in the dark as when he first fucked Yoruichi.
The building had been abandoned for several months, what with the owner unable to maintain the rent on the high-price building, but he was unsurprised when the door was unlocked. Stepping into the lobby, he could hear soft slow music coming down the hallway. "Hello?" he asked out loud.
"In here, Ichigo," came a voice from the opened door down at the end. Walking through it, Ichigo's eyes took a moment to adjust to the room's dim lighting.
The room was a large ballroom, or at least a simulation of one. Lamps on the walls gave the room a warm, dim lighting. Near the windows were two tables, one empty and the other having an old record player playing a smooth, soothing jazz melody.
"Hello, Ichigo. Thank you for coming." Ichigo turned around and he was quite perplexed by what he saw.
Standing before Ichigo was Nemu Kurotsuchi wearing a red Chinese silk dress. The dress hugged her tightly, letting her curvy figure show. As she stood Ichigo could see her legs show through the split in the dress. Her hair was in her usual ponytail but her face had been dolled up with makeup. Red lipstick adorned her lips and her face looked smooth and elegant (even more so than usual) and she had red high heels on, though she looked slightly uncomfortable in them.
"Hello Nemu. If you don't mind me asking… what is all this?" he asked. Nemu walked over to him and smiled.
"I…" her face turned red with embarrassment. "I…wanted to dance. Master Mayuri has me doing lab work with him all the time but…" her face turned and Ichigo could see a look of longing in her eyes as she looked out the window. "I've watched videos of people dancing and it always looked like such fun. So I decided I wanted to dance; with or without Master Mayuri's permission."
Ichigo nodded, understanding her plight. Uryu had told him all about her father's rampant abuse and to see the girl go so far in rebelling against the crazy captain made him develop some respect for her. Thankfully Ichigo COULD dance; his father making him take the after-school dance class a few years ago. Ichigo made a mental note to thank his father when he was done here….
Smiling, Ichigo took Nemu by the hand and walked her to the middle of the dancefloor. "Do you know how to dance? I could teach you if you wanted."
Nemu shook her head. "I already know. I've seen enough videos on Master Mayuri's computer." Nodding, Ichigo put a hand on her side.
As the slow jazz music played Ichigo and Nemu slowly waltzed along the floor, matching each other's movements in perfect harmony. Ichigo was impressed by Nemu's skill. Though her footwork was a little choppy, what with only doing what she saw in videos and all, she was actually quite good.
Closing her eyes Nemu laid her head on Ichigo's shoulder and sighed. This was exactly what she'd been hoping for. Gently she nuzzled Ichigo's neck, pressing her body against his. "Thank you, Ichigo Kurosaki."
The boy chuckled. "Just call me Ichigo." Already he could feel his body start to heat up as Nemu's sexy body pressed against his.
Letting go of Ichigo's hand for a moment, Nemu ran her slender fingers through Ichigo's orange hair, earning a low groan from him as she ran her nails gently across his scalp. "Thank you, Ichigo," she whispered. Leaning forward she planted her lips onto Ichigo's. "Mmmmh…" she moaned, her arms wrapping around Ichigo.
Ichigo enjoyed the soft feel of her lips. He swiped her lips with his tongue, demanding entrance. Nemu warmly yielded, her mouth opening and letting him in. The kiss became a whole lot wetter and sloppier as their tongues entwined. Ichigo eagerly delved his tongue into Nemu's mouth, easily winning their little tongue-battle with his experienced organ. Reaching around her, Ichigo began to undo the ties to Nemu's dress.
As the red elegant garment fell to the floor, Ichigo admired Nemu's nude body. The woman wasn't wearing any underwear so when Ichigo removed her dress, so she bore it all before the substitute. Ichigo had to admit, Nemu was the picture-perfect example of beauty. Her body possessed all the right curves, coupled with soft bouncy breasts and elegant slender legs.
Not wanting to be the only one in the room nude, Nemu's hands went to Ichigo's clothes and started to tug them off. After a minute of sensually undoing buttons and unzipping, Ichigo pulled Nemu against his naked body, their warmth flowing into each other as they kissed again, this time with even more passion and fervor.
Taking Ichigo by the hand, Nemu led Ichigo to the empty table. Though she'd gotten her dream of finally being able to dance, even for just a short while, there was one other goal she'd to accomplish today…
Bending over, Nemu pressed her smooth round ass against Ichigo's hardened cock. "Ichigo…" she whispered. "Take me, right here on this table…."
Not wanting to kill the mood, Ichigo palmed Nemu's ass and gently spread them, revealing her glistening lips. Nemu moaned as Ichigo gently rubbed the head of his manhood against her pink lips, teasing her wet entrance with his mushroom-y head. "Ah!" Nemu groaned as she felt him enter her pussy, her walls eagerly welcoming in the intruding cock.
Ichigo leaned forward, pressing his chest against her back as he buried himself up to the hilt inside her. He reached around and grabbed her smooth melons, squeezing them as he bottomed out her pussy. Nemu gripped the table hard, never feeling this full before in her life.
The substitute started a slow rhythm, his hips slapping against her bare ass as he slowly thrust into her. Nemu quivered with each thrust, her hands leaving the table to join Ichigo's in fondling her large tits. "Ichigo…" she purred, turning her head. "Faster…harder…" she pleaded.
Laying Nemu back down on the table Ichigo griped her hips and decided to give Nemu what she wanted. Nemu's eyes widened as Ichigo started to lay into her, his cock quickly making a mess of her pussy as he quickened his tempo. "Oh fuck!" the normally stoic girl cried. "Ohhhhhh!" She gave a gasp as Ichigo grabbed her long braid and pulled, reining her in like a horse. "Oh yes! Pull harder, Ichigo! Harder!" Nemu became even wetter than before as Ichigo wrapped the braid around his hand and pulled harder, forcing her back to arch.
Across the two was a wall of mirrors, letting the two watch themselves fuck like animals in heat. Nemu gave an uncharacteristic blush as she saw her own pleasure-ridden face, her breasts bouncing with every thrust. "Oh! So good, Ichigo!" Nemu's tongue stuck out as she bucked her hips into Ichigo, driving him deeper.
Nemu squeezed Ichigo's cock with her muscles, earning a groan from the boy. Knowing that she was at the end of her rope, Nemu smiled lewdly as she watched her reflection in the mirror. "Ichigo…ICHIGOOOOO!" she screamed as she came, soaking the table beneath her.
Ichigo growled fiercely. He had to give Mayuri credit; he sure knew how to make 'em! "Cumming!" he whispered, pulling Nemu close as he emptied inside her. Nemu cooed as she was filled, her body becoming limp in Ichigo's arms.
As Ichigo gently lowered Nemu's head back onto the table, letting go of her braid, he quietly pulled out, panting heavily. To his surprise Nemu rolled over and sat up, reaching for the record player. "Ichigo…" she said smiling. "Waltzing wasn't the only dance I wanted to try."
Ichigo grinned as she put on Tango music….
Later….
Soul Society: Captain Kurotsuchi's Lab
Nemu POV
Nemu quietly walked into the lab, her father busy with a row of glass vials. Turning to see who'd dare intrude on his experiments, his expression hardened when he saw it was Nemu. "Where the blazes have you been?!" he roared. "I've been conducting research and it'd go a lot smoother if I had another pair of hands!"
Nemu bowed, producing a vial full of white liquid from her person. "I'm sorry, Master Mayuri. I was busy procuring this sample of Ichigo Kurosaki like you wanted."
Taking the vial, Mayuri looked at her daughter strangely. "When did I order you to get a sample from Ichigo Kurosaki?"
"You mentioned it several weeks ago, but you forgot all about it." Nemu left to go get her lab tools. "Excuse me, Master Mayuri. I'll be back."
Mayuri watched Nemu leave, raising an eyebrow. "She noticed I wanted a sample of Ichigo?" The realization that Nemu had actually been observing him raced through his mind.
"How creepy…."