BY : pehpig
Category: Bleach > Yuri - Female/Female
Dragon prints: 6527
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of the characters. I make no money and do not profit from this story.

Author's Note: This story was written as part of an art trade with the artist Katzueki to illustrate his Inoue x Riruka work on deviantart. This story takes place during the fullbringer arc when Ichigo is training in Yukio’s game world with Orihime backing him up.

What a long day, Orihime thought as she finished blow drying her hair.  Ginjō-san had promised her he would not wound Kurosaki-kun anymore as they continued training, allowing her to retire to the virtual bedroom Yukio created for her.  A nice, hot shower went a long way to relieving the stress of watching Kurosaki-kun being cut over and over again.  It hurt her to see him suffer.  She was glad she had been able to help.  Finishing with her hair, she put the blow drier down and unwrapped the towel from her body returning it to the rack on the wall.  Yukio seemed to have anticipated her needs for an overnight stay supplying her with anything she could want, like soap, shampoo, a toothbrush and even cute flannel pajamas with a digital mushroom pattern on them.  He hadn’t supplied her with fresh underwear though.  That was fine.  Her new black lace bra and panties had aired out while she bathed, so it wasn’t unpleasant to put them back on.

She was about to put on the pajamas, then stopped.  This room had a full length mirror on the wall.  She decided to take a moment to look at herself in its reflection.  She was not a vain girl ordinarily, but this was the first time she had worn this set. Usually there wasn’t a lot of cute underwear for women in her size making her choices limited and boring.   When she saw this set on a mannequin and found out it was in her size, she had bought it immediately on impulse.   She bounced on the balls of her feet a couple of times, satisfied with the comfort and support of the beautiful black lace brassier.  It also did a great job of showing off her sumptuous cleavage.  Turning around, she craned her neck to check out her butt.  While there was a skimpy triangle of fabric in the front, the back was little more than a couple of strings.  Her ass was practically naked.  She blushed and giggled at the sight.  She had been wearing the racy undies the whole time she had been treating Kurosaki-kun.   She knew he couldn’t see them, but they made her feel more grown up and…sexy. Staring off into space, she began to imagine how he would react if he could see her now.

“Orihime.” He breathed into her ear as he embraced her from behind, “Did you get those for me?”

“What, these?” She shakily replied. “They’re nothing special.”

“I bet I could yank this off like gauze.” He growled tugging at her panties.

“No, don’t do that Kurosaki-kun.” She pleaded. “They’re expensive.”

“Call me Ichigo.” He insisted.

She gasped as she felt him expertly unhook her bra.  Freed from its restraint, her voluptuous breasts spilled outward as the lacy undergarment hit the floor.  He cupped her in his hands, expertly tweaking and teasing her sensitive nipples. Instinctively, she shoved her ass backwards to grind into his crotch, feeling the hard bulge in his pants press against her.  Low moans escaped through her lips at the erotic sensations coursing through her body.  She did not resist when he gently pushed her forward to bend her over the dresser.

“Keep the panties on.” He said running his hands down her back.  “They look great on you.”

Orihime’s body quivered as his hands squeezed and fondled her ass, working their way down and inside until she could feel him reaching between her legs, pulling the damp lace aside.

“W..what...what are you going to do to me Kurosaki-kun?” She quavered.

“What do you want me to do Orihime?” He asked. “And I told you to call me Ichigo.”

“Yes.” She agreed. “Ichigo.  I want….I want…”

Back in reality, Orihime fondled herself with her eyes closed as she imagined the sort of things she would ask Ichigo to do to her.  Being around him all day, watching his body move, getting close enough to touch him and smell him as she healed his wounds had been wonderful.  If only he could have joined her in the room.  She whimpered his name as she stroked the cloth over her swollen clit.  Losing herself to the fantasy, she felt it might be better to move over to the bed.  Flat on her back with her legs spread wide, she could imagine Ichigo on top of her as she brought herself to climax.

“Ichigo.  Ichigo…” She moaned.

“A-HEM!” someone snarled.

“KYAA!” Orihime yelped.  Snapping her eyes open, she immediately recognized her voyeur.  “Riruka-chan.  W…What, what, what are you doing here?  I didn’t hear you come in.”

“I can see that.” Riruka sneered. “I came to bring you your dinner. Now that I know you do this kind of stuff, I’ll knock first next time.”

Orihime felt her face heating up. “Please understand Riruka-chan.  I..I’m not a pervert or anything.  It’s just, um, that is, uh, I was thinking about Kurosaki-kun, and, well…”

“I heard.” Riruka scoffed putting Orihime’s dinner on a small table. “You’re not exactly quiet.  So you and Ichigo have that kind of a relationship do you?”

Orihime looked away, extremely embarrassed. “Um, no.  No we don’t.  We’re just friends, that’s all.”

Riruka leaned forward, almost nose to nose with the mortified teenager.

“But you’d like to.  Wouldn’t you?” She accused.

Orihime couldn’t reply.  Of course she wanted that kind of relationship with him!  She wanted all of him.  She wanted long walks in the park holding hands, warm summer nights watching fireworks explode and yes, she wanted him naked between the sheets.  She wanted them to make love slow and gentle, hard and urgent, playful and silly and all ways in between.  She didn’t have to say it.  It was written all over her face.  Riruka’s eyes narrowed and her lips curved downward as she read it all in the naïve girl’s expression.

“Fine.” She declared standing back upright.  “If that’s what you want, then that’s what you’ll get.  I’ll go fetch him for you right now.”

Suiting actions to words, she forcefully strode towards the door.  Orihime grabbed her wrist to stop her.

“No, don’t do that!” she pleaded.

“Why not?” Riruka demanded.  “This is the perfect opportunity.  I’ll tell him how hot and bothered you are for his dick and shove him through the door for you.  It should be smooth sailing from there.”

“Riruka-chan, stop.” Orihime begged. “I don’t want that.  Besides, I…I don’t think Kurosaki-kun likes me that way.”

“Why wouldn’t he like you?” Riruka barked. “Perfect face.  Perfect ass.  Giant boobs.  No way any sane man is turning you down.   You stay right here.  Your precious Kurosaki-kun will be between your legs before you know it!”

Orihime grabbed her with both hands this time, turning her around and pushing her to the center of the room.  She was beginning to get angry.

“You’re being mean Riruka-chan.” She exclaimed. “Why are you acting like this?”

“Because it’s not fair.” Riruka sullenly explained. “Some people have it so easy.  They see something the like, they can just reach out and take it.  I mean who could compete with a body like yours?”

Orihime eyes widened in surprise and understanding.  “Riruka-chan.  Are you jealous?”

Riruka folded her arms and sniffed. “Me?  Jealous?  As if.”

Orihime smiled. “I think you have feelings for Kurosaki-kun Riruka-chan.”

“So what if I did?” Riruka huffed. “It doesn’t matter.  You’re his classmate.  You’ve known him for years.  You probably know everything about him.  I bet that underwear is exactly what he likes, isn’t it?”

Orihime began to chuckle.  “I know what you need.”

“What I need?” Riruka repeated. “What are you talking about?”

Orihime didn’t respond.  Instead, she advanced on the fullbringer, a knowing, hungry look in her eyes and a wicked smile on her lips.  Riruka backed up step by step until she was stopped by the edge of bed.

“What!?” She challenged.

Orihime abruptly shoved the smaller girl onto the bed.  Riruka was surprised by how strong she was.  Her hat flew from her head as she landed roughly, bouncing a few times on the mattress.  She found herself scrambling backwards against the headboard, her legs splayed and her skirt hiked up far enough to expose her panties.  Riruka didn’t notice.  Orihime’s predatory gaze had her transfixed.

“W..what are you doing?” She breathed. 

“TICKLE FIGHT!”  Orihime roared as she leaped on top of Riruka. 

The fullbringer squealed and tried to roll out of the way, but it was too late. Orihime soon had her pinned and mercilessly tickled her ribs. 

“Tickle, tickle, tickle!  Tickle, tickle, tickle!”

“Ha, ha, ha! Stop! Stop!” Riruka begged.

“Not if you’re still mad at me.” Orihime declared.  “Tickle, tickle, tickle!”

“OK! OK!  I’m not…ha, ha, ha…I’m not mad at you!”

“You’re sure?”

“I’m sure! I’m sure!  Ha, ha, ha, ha!  Now stop, stop!”

Orihime did so, lying on top of the smaller girl as they both panted for breath. 

“I always wanted to try that.” Orihime whispered.

“What?” Riruka asked.

“Nothing.” Orihime demurred. “Now look  Riruka-chan.  There’s no need for us to fight.  I like you and I want us to be friends.  I don’t have a claim on Kurosaki-kun.  I do care about him and I want him to be happy.  If that means letting him d…d…date you, then I won’t get in your way.  I’ll even cheer you on.”

“Yeah, right.” Riruka grumped.  “You wouldn’t get mad?  You wouldn’t be jealous?  What are you, a saint?  I don’t think so.”

Orihime shook her head.  “No.  I’m not a saint.  I would get jealous.  I would envy you.  But for Kurosaki-kun’s sake and for your sake, I would try to be happy.  Anyway, Kurosaki-kun isn’t thinking about dating anyone.  He’s focused on his training.  So let’s put our feelings for him aside for now.  OK?  ”

Riruka shifted underneath her. “So let’s say I do that.  What happens now?”

“Now we help Kurosaki-kun.” Orihime explained “You in your way and me with mine.  We’ll work together to help him gain his true fullbring and defeat Tsukishima.  He needs both of us for that Riruka-chan.  After that, who knows?  But until then, let’s work together. OK?”

“Tch! How corny.” Riruka scoffed.

“OK?!” Orihime said threateningly as she prepared to resume tickling.

“OK, ok, fine.  Knock it off already.  Geez.” Riruka huffed.

“That’s better.” Orihime declared.  Impulsively, she gave the fullbringer a quick kiss.  Raising her head, she gave her lips an experimental lick. 

“Tastes sweet.” She observed.  “Have you been eating pastries?  Oh, there’s still some crumbs!”

Playfully, Orihime began kissing the sweet morsels from Riruka’s face.  She expected the fullbringer to protest and pull away.  Interestingly enough, Riruka did no such thing.  Instead, she sought out Orihime’s mouth and kissed her back.  Gently at first, then with increasing urgency, the older girl teased and probed with her tongue, turning Orihime’s play kissing into a real make out session.  Orihime was surprised, but not alarmed.  She would sometimes practice kissing with Tatuki when they had sleepovers, giggling all the while and wondering how it would feel like with a boy.  She supposed Riruka wanted to do the same, so she held nothing back returning her kisses.  Also, although she would never tell Tatsuki this, Riruka was actually a better kisser. 

Riruka was certainly a more serious kisser than Tatsuki.   She didn’t hesitate or giggle at all as she buried her hands in Orihime’s hair.  Tatsuki had also never locked her legs around her the way Riruka was doing.   The soft, supple leather of Riruka’s thigh high boots pressed against the back of her bare legs as the girl beneath her ground her pelvis into Orihime’s crotch.  It felt so good, before she realized it she began to moan a little with each thrust, her hips moving on their own to match Riruka’s rhythm.  It felt even better as one of Riruka’s hands strayed downward to squeeze and fondle Orihime’s ass.  They began to move even faster, waves of pleasure racing through Orihime’s core as her increasingly wet panties rubbed over Riruka’s.  She wasn’t even aware of her actions as her hips moved faster and harder, she only knew it felt heavenly to kiss and touch and hold someone so beautiful without reservation.  She didn’t want to stop.  She only wanted this amazing and growing sensation to build and build, her instincts promising even greater pleasure if she continued. Unfortunately, Riruka broke the spell when she unhooked Orihime’s bra. 

“R...R…Riruka-chan.  What are you doing?”

The other girl didn’t seem to hear. “So cute.  So fucking cute.”  She muttered as she wrestled the bra straps over Orihime’s struggling arms. As quick yank sideways and Orihime’s breasts were completely exposed.  Before she knew it, Riruka was twisting and teasing her nipples just as she had imagined Kurosaki-kun doing.  Only in real life it felt a lot different.  A lot…better.

“Riruka-chan.  We…we shouldn’t be doing this.”

“What?” Riruka exclaimed. “You mean you’re not going to take responsibility?”

“Responsibility?  What are you talking about?”

Riruka frowned. “You flaunt your body in that sexy lingerie, you masturbate in front of me, you throw me down and try to smother me with your boobs, then you kiss me and you expect me not to react?  You get me all horny, then tell me to get lost?  What kind of joke is that?”

“I’m sorry Riruka-chan.” Orihime apologized.  “I didn’t mean to do…that…to you.”

“It doesn’t matter what you intended.” Riruka insisted. “If you wanted to seduce me, would you have done anything different?”

As Orihime struggled to come up with an answer, the older girl shifted her weight, rolling over on top of her and straddling her waist. 

“Look Hime-chan.” Riruka explained not too unkindly. “You made me feel better OK?  So I’m going to make you feel better.”

Reaching down to her skirt, she pulled her dress over her head and tossed it aside.  Orihime only had a few seconds to admire her decorative bra before Riruka removed it, exposing firm, perky tits.  Guiding Orihime’s hand to one, she wordlessly encouraged the girl to touch her.  She grinned in triumph when Orihime, fascinated, began to massage and stroke her new lover’s breast.  Hesitating only a moment, Orihime raised her other hand. Now cupping both breasts, she enjoyed the new sensation of smooth, soft skin and yielding flesh.  Riruka arched her back and groaned with pleasure.  After enjoying that a while, she leaned over the teenager’s face and was rewarded with the hot, wet sensation of Orihime’s mouth, tenderly licking and sucking the stiff, sensitive nipples.  There was no more misunderstanding, no more hesitation now.  Orihime welcomed Rirkua’s kisses with enthusiasm when the fullbringer slid her body down, resting her full weight on the younger woman.  Hardened nipples rubbed against each other as Orihime wrapped her legs around Riruka for a change, pressing her body tight. 

“So damned cute.” Riruka growled as she kissed her way down Orihime’s neck.  She was tempted to leave a hickey in the girl’s alabaster skin, but decided against it.  It would be all too visible the next day.  Instead she continued downward, past the hollow at her throat, past her collarbone, until she could lavish attention on those amazing tits.  Orihime shuddered and bucked under Riruka’s wicked tongue, moaning and calling out her name.  Riruka chuckled and began to journey even lower.  If nibbling and sucking her boobs made her act like that, she was really going to love what happened next.  Pulling aside the thoroughly soaked cloth of her panties, Riruka took a moment to admire the auburn curls and glistening pink flesh before lowering her mouth to the damp folds. 

Orihime’s cries of ecstasy echoed off the walls.  The heavenly sensation of Riruka eating her pussy was like nothing she had ever experienced before.  She instinctively spread her legs wide and grabbed Riruka’s pigtails, pulling her head closer.  The fullbringer smugly enjoyed the sight of the younger girl writhing before her.  Her skill had the girl whimpering and groaning, begging for release.   She sat back and smirked. 

“No, don’t stop.” Orihime begged.

Riruka grinned at her savagely.  “Don’t worry, Hime-chan.  We’ll finish all right.  Only it’s not fair if you get to have all the fun, don’t you think?”

 Scooting her butt around, she straddled Orihime’s face in a classic 69 position.  Pulling her own panties aside, she spread her wet snatch in front of the girl beneath her. 

“Be a good girl now.  You know what to do.”

Orihime’s heart was pounding in her chest.  She’d never even considered she would ever find herself in this position.  On the other hand, Riruka had a point.  Fair was fair and it wasn’t right to neglect Riruka-chan.   She stuck out her tongue and got her first taste of another woman’s pussy.  Dripping wet, the flavor of Riruka’s snatch exploded in her mouth and trickled down her throat.  People were always telling her she had strange tastes. Perhaps that’s why she found the fullbringer’s wet cunt…delicious.  Salty and sweet, musky and slippery, she enjoyed the flavor filling her mouth.  She found herself grabbing Riruka’s ass, pulling her closer so she could plunge her tongue deep inside.  Riruka began to rock her hips back and forth involuntarily. 

“M..my clit.  Don’t forget my clit!” She cried.

Orihime did as she was told, her enthusiasm making up for her lack of skill.  She would do anything Riruka asked now, anything to keep those exquisite juices flowing into her greedy mouth.  For a time, both girls contented themselves with tasting each other, quivering and mewling with bliss.  Riruka was the first to come up for air. 

“Phew!  My jaw is tired.” She announced.

“I..I’m still fine.” Orihime replied. “Do you want me to keep going?”

Riruka dismounted and turned around to face her.  “Nah, that’s OK.  Besides, I want to do something different.  I want to see your face when you cum.”

Orihime gently smiled and stroked her lover’s face. “You’re a nicer person than you pretend to be Riruka-chan.  You’re really beautiful too.”

Riruka blushed.  “You’re some piece of work.  Good thing you’re cute.”

She pulled off Orihime’s thoroughly soiled panties, then removed her own.  Threading her leg between Orihime’s she maneuvered into scissors position.

“Here, take my hands.” She directed.

Orihime did as she was asked, pulling Riruka’s crotch in tight with her own.  Riruka began to pump her hips, rubbing their clits together.  Orihime gasped and tried to match her movements. The heat began to build as they found their rhythm.  It was everything Riruka could have wanted.  Orihime was a sultry vision of sensuality and longing, her perfectly formed breasts heaving in time with their thrusts, her face and body flushed, her mouth open as she panted and groaned.  She could almost see her climax building from their lovemaking.  Orihime threw her head back and wailed.


Her body stiffened and shook from the force of her orgasm.  The erotic sight pushed Riruka over the edge.  Her voice joined Orihime’s as she climaxed.  They fiercely gripped each other’s hands as wave after wave of pleasure rocked their bodies.  Finally coming down, Riruka let go and limply flopped on the mattress.  Orihime crawled on top of her and covered her lips with gentle kisses.  They held each other, panting with exertion, caught up in the afterglow.

“We probably shouldn’t tell Kurasaki-kun about this.” Orihime said.

Riruka wasn’t so sure about that.  Maybe dangling the prospect of a threesome in front of him would finally make him realize he had a sex drive. 

“I suppose.” Riruka grunted. “I won’t tell if you won’t tell.”

“Riruka-chan.” Orihime hesitantly ventured. “If…if we do this again…will you take your boots off?”


Riruka’s body reformed in x-cution’s back up hideout. 

“How much time do we have?” She arrogantly asked Yukio. 

He didn’t even look up from his game console.  “At the rate I’ve fast forwarded the game’s time, eight hours will pass in about fifteen minutes.”

“That should be just enough time to get her something for breakfast.” She muttered as she headed for the door.

“Dokugamine-san…” He called out behind her.

“What?”  She snapped.

“You do realize I see everything that goes on in there right?  Absolutely everything?”

She sniffed.  “If you ever hit puberty, then maybe I’ll care.”

She stomped her way outside and slammed the door.

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