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One Shot, One Kiss

or

The Erotic Adventures of Ichigo and his Hypno Gun

A Bleach smut-o-rama

By

EvilFuzzy9

WARNING: This fanfic depicts activities of an adult nature between characters who would be minors in the real world. The author of this fic does not endorse such things being done by minors in real life, and in fact strongly discourages minors from reading this, and also from participating in any and all such activities until they are at the age of majority/consent as defined in the laws or customs of their state or principality.

(second verse, same as the first)

Ichigo looked down at the melted puddle of post-coital bliss that was Mahana, who was now completely naked with no clothes to wear whatsoever. He then looked to Chizuru, who had pulled her skirt back down into its proper position, though her panties had been discarded on the grass. She was looking a little sore, though, and Ichigo had little doubt that the redhead would be walking funny for a while to come.

He was still ready for more "action" at any time, but his frighteningly strong new libido had finally been sated for the time being. So now his thoughts then turned back to Ururu and Karin, and his body... er, well his gigai, at any rate... He wondered if they were still in the alley where he'd left them, or if they'd taken his body elsewhere.

He then shrugged, figuring they might as well head back and check. ...But looking at the two girls, and seeing that even Chizuru wasn't in much condition to be walking all the way across town, he decided to go the quick way.

So he picked them up and slung them over his shoulders. It was kind of tricky to manage with Mahana, with her unwieldy bosom, but he did it. Somehow.

"Neither of you are afraid of heights or anything," he said as an afterthought, "right?"

Chizuru and Mahana blinked confusedly at that remark, their respective hypnoses leaving them with enough autonomy of thought processes for at least that much.

"No, not really," Chizuru replied after a moment.

"Only if you want me to be, master," Mahana answered shortly after that.

"Good," Ichigo said. "Hang on tight."

He then blurred into shun-po, leaping up to run through the air, the two girls slung over his shoulders like twin sacks of potatoes. It took no time at all to reach the alley using that method, and soon Ichigo returned to solid ground, two very dizzy girls on his back.

Setting a swirly-eyed Chizuru and Mahana down for a moment, he looked around the alley.

Ichigo scowled briefly when he saw that neither his gigai nor the two young girls were anywhere to be seen.

"Hrmph..." he muttered. "I wonder where they went...?"

Mahana, looking up from where she was lying dizzy on the ground, blinked.

"Maybe they took other master home," she suggested, causing Chizuru to give her an odd look.

"...yeah, maybe..." Ichigo murmured, nodding thoughtfully. "I suppose we could go there and check..."

Then he nodded again, with more resolve. Picking up Mahana and Chizuru, Ichigo vanished in a flash with shun-po. Karakura passed by in a blur beneath him, and within seconds Ichigo had reached his house. Descending to the level of his room, his deftly pried open his window and casually tossed the badly dizzied duo of Mahana and Chizuru onto his bed. Then he stepped inside.

Just then, the door of his closet slid open and Rukia peered out at him. She looked at Chizuru, and the nude, ridiculously buxom Mahana on his bed. She seemed like she was about to say something, but a flash of red light from the gun fastened to Ichigo's shihakusho washed over her, and her eyes went unfocused.

She blinked slowly, eyes dull and glazed over. She turned her gaze to Ichigo, eying him almost confusedly. She cocked her head to one side and frowned, a cutely thoughtful expression on her face.

Then she spoke, her words slow and uncertain, as though she did not quite understand what she was saying.

"Mas...ter...Ichi...go? Is... that...you...?"

"Yes," said Ichigo after not even a moment's thought, feeling himself grow hard as he thought of violating the Thirteenth Division Lieutenant and de facto Kuchiki head (Byakuya's will had been very specific on making Rukia his successor, and Ichigo had been perfectly happy to enforce the late captain's wishes on the feebly protesting Kuchiki elders).

He glanced over at Chizuru, who had crawled out of his bed and was looking about ready to rape Rukia.

"Stay," he told the redhead, taking out his penis. "I get her, first."

He then took out the gun and pumped some of his hollow reiatsu into it, charging it with enough for about two shots, if he reckoned correctly, before carelessly tossing it to Chizuru.

"Take that, and look around the house," he told her, slowly approaching Rukia as he spoke. "There should be two girls, both of them looking about the same age as us. One has green hair, the other purple. Their names are Senna and Nozomi. When you find them, shoot them one time each with that gun. If I understand how it works right, they should still recognize me as the master, but they'll also recognize you as a slave with seniority over them, so they'll do whatever you say...probably."

Chizuru smiled devilishly at this.

"Are they cute?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said, "Very."

Chizuru chuckled pervertedly.

"Oooh, this sounds fun..." she murmured.

"Uh-huh," Ichigo said offhandedly. "So go enjoy yourself," he told her.

"Oh, I will," said Chizuru, looking very much like the cat that ate the canary.

Taking the naked Mahana with her, looking absolutely ecstatic with her new path in life, Chizuru left her master and his newest slave to have their fun.

"Master..." the hypnotized Rukia murmured, unconsciously licking her lips as she eyed his enormous member, kneeling before him with her mouth in a small 'o'.

Ichigo grinned as he caressed the top of her head.

"That's a good look for you, Rukia..." he commented as she shyly stuck her tongue out to taste the tip of his penis. "You should be like this all the time," he half-joked.

"If that is what master wishes," Rukia said earnestly in response, licking his head again, more confidently this time.

She inhaled deeply through her nose, taking in the smell of Ichigo's sex as she wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock.

"Mmmm..." she moaned lewdly. "Master's scent..." she murmurmed euphorically though a mouthful of his sausage. "...so intoxicating..."

She undid the front of her kimono as she slowly moved her master's member deeper into her mouth, exposing the milky white skin of her delicious flat chest. She tweaked her nipples pervertedly as she sucked Ichigo off, playing with herself in the ecstasy of servicing him.

Ichigo groaned as Rukia took him in deeper and deeper, expertly deep-throating his intimidating length and girth with an ease unbecoming of the Kuchiki head.

"Hehehe... You're a real pervert, Rukia..." Ichigo grunted, smiling at the shamefully happy expression on her face. "Getting off being used like this... You must have wanted to do this for a long time," he teased.

Rukia didn't respond, her mouth too full of her master for her to talk.

"Heh," Ichigo chuckled, grabbing hold of her hair and pushing her head further down. "I think I really do like you better this way," he mused. "You're a lot quieter, for one."

Rukia mumbled something, possibly in agreement. Then she hummed, and the vibrations pushed Ichigo over the edge, causing him to fill her mouth with his biggest load yet.

She swallowed it all, savoring every last drop of his seed.

"I love you, master," she told him sincerely, looking up at him adoringly.

"I know," Ichigo replied, smirking down at her.

"I want you inside me," Rukia told Ichigo, standing up and gracefully casting off what remained of her garments. She caressed his chest through his cross-banded shihakusho, grinding her pelvis hungrily against his. "I want you to fuck me like a three kan Rukon whore, to fill my womb with your seed."

Ichigo groaned as he felt the lips of her tight little pussy rubbing against the head of his throbbing member.

"I want you to fuck me again and again and again," Rukia said, lovingly stroking the tips of her fingers against Ichigo's cheek, "I want you to pour every last ounce of your seed into me."

She aligned her crotch with Ichigo's and thrust her hips forward, impaling herself upon his sword with a lustful cry. It hurt as Ichigo tore through her hymen, but in her current state of mind the pain was as good as pleasure.

Blood trickled from her pussy, mixing with her lubricating juices to coat Ichigo's cock as he thrust it in and out of her tight, virgin cunt. The smell of their mingling sex and arousal was overwhelming, driving the pair nearly mad with desire. They violently ground their hips together, panting and moaning.

With one hand, Ichigo reached down to roughly grab hold of Rukia's ass, squeezing it and using it to push her down onto him even harder. With the other, he stroked Rukia's chin, cupping it and angling her face upwards.

He bowed his head to plant a brief, suprisingly chaste kiss upon her lips. Rukia moaned into his mouth, leaning into the kiss even as she smacked her hips against his. She snaked her tongue into his mouth, passionately tracing it's contours.

She came, her juices gushing forth from her vagina, which clenched around Ichigo's penis. He moaned. It felt like he was about to explode.

And explode he did, pouring his seed all over Rukia's insides, filling up her pussy with his thick semen.

"...give me more, master," Rukia whispered, looking pleadingly into his eyes. "I need more...I must bear master's children..."

Ichigo frowned slightly at that, as her words pierced through the haze of lust. At first, he was about to say that he couldn't get her pregnant in his gigai.

But then he stopped, a hint of the slightest horror dawning upon him as he realized that he was not in the gigai. That he had already come inside of Rukia.

At first he was mortified by this. But then something else arose within him. It was something old, perhaps even older than Soul Society itself. A gleam of primitive masculine pride, a desire to prove his virility and fertility, to sow the seeds of the next generation. It was a fierce, instinctive impulse, and before Ichigo even knew what he was doing, he had thrown Rukia down on his bed and climbed on top of her, plunging into her womanhood once more.

He was harder than he had been all day, as he pounded Rukia's pussy to the sound of her moans and cries.

"Yeeeessss..." she groaned, writhing in ecstasy as Ichigo's cock plumbed her depths. "I must bear master's children..." she moaned, eyes gleaming with an strange, barely discernible light. "I am his concubine... his slave... I shall give him daughters cherish, sons to carry on his legacy... I shall bear master many children... Kuchiki... Kurosaki... I offer all of my clan's wealth and power to you, master!" she cried in throes of passion. "I am your slave first and foremost, nothing else matters compared to this!"

She clenched her pussy, squeezing Ichigo's penis and causing him to moan, before coming inside her a second time.

"Your clan won't be happy about that," Ichigo commented as he roughly groped her small breasts, rubbing his calloused palms against her sensitive, erect nipples.

"Fuck my clan," Rukia moaned as he continued to thrust in and out of her, uncharacteristically vulgar in her language. "I belong to you. That is all that matters."

"Heh, I guess so..." Ichigo mused, groaning as he felt her pussy tighten once again as she came, and he felt himself come with her.

He then let himself collapse onto the bed beside Rukia, pulling out of her as he rolled onto his side.

"Kids, huh..." Ichigo mused thoughtfully, looking at Rukia, who had falling asleep, utterly exhausted. "...that doesn't sound too bad... maybe I'll even settle down, get a job... heck, I'd probably be a shoo-in for captain, if I entered the Gotei Thirteen..."

He chuckled.

"Geez, I'm starting to sound like an old man..." he mused wryly. "...old goat-chin will probably be over the moon, too, if she does get pregnant..."

He then shrugged, giving the naked, sleeping Rukia a quick look.

"Oh well," he said, "I suppose I can live with that..." He paused, before muttering, "I wonder how the others are doing, though... Maybe I should check up on them..."

Ichigo grunted as he rolled out of the bed, being careful not to wake Rukia. He stood up and went out his bedroom door, listening for any sound of the others. He could feel their reiatsu, barely, but it was not strong for him to pinpoint locations, so he had to rely on more mundane methods.

Following the faint sounds of moaning down the hall, Ichigo came to the door of Yuzu and Karin's room, which was where the sounds seemed to be coming from. Without hesitation, he opened the door.

Ichigo's face went slightly red when he opened the door to see Chizuru having a lesbian threesome with a stark naked Senna and Nozomi.

Nozomi's ass was wiggling enticingly in the air in Ichigo's direction as she ate out Chizuru, who had a hand on her head and was pushing it down harder into her groin. Senna, meanwhile, was bent over in front of Chizuru as the redhead eagerly gave her cunnilingus, and in turn she was spreading Nozomi's ass cheeks and giving the verdette a thorough rimjob, her tongue deeply probing the other girl's anus.

Ichigo's penis twitched, and he felt himself standing at attention once again. Reaching down, he gripped his shaft tightly and began rubbing up and down, grunting as he masturbated to the sight before him. Walking closer, he expertly jerked himself to the edge of climax.

Standing over the three girls, he pushed himself to the point of coming, spurting his ejaculate all over the trio.

Senna was the first one to react to his, having also been the one to get the most semen on her. She looked up at Ichigo, her eyes unfocused. "Master..." she murmured, getting the attention of Nozomi and Chizuru as well, who looked up from what they were doing and beheld him standing over them, penis out and erect.

Chizuru smiled at Ichigo as Senna moved to gently grasp his member in her fingers, squeezing and stroking it with loving care and reverence.

"I got them for you, like you said," she remarked, standing up and flipping her skirt back down. She stepped forward, playfully smacking Nozomi's ass. "Are you pleased with me, master?" she asked him huskily, erect nipples visible through the cloth of her white shirt – clearly, Chizuru wasn't wearing a bra today.

"Very," Ichigo grunted, groaning as Senna starting fondling his balls with her other hand.

Chizuru smiled and knelt down behind Senna, cupping the purple-haired girl's smallish breasts in her hands.

"Do you want any help with them, master?" she then asked, squeezing Senna's tits and eliciting a whimpering moan from the girl, her fingers involuntarily tightening around Ichigo's manhood.

Nozomi, in turn, moved behind Ichigo, pressing her modestly-sized C-cups against her master's ass while reaching her arms around his waist to help Senna massage his mighty shaft.

Ichigo groaned, nodding dumbly as he felt himself building up towards climax once again.

Chizuru's smiled widened, and she proceeded to nibble on the smooth, soft skin of Senna's neck, tweaking the girl's nipples, rubbing her clothed breasts against Senna's back (incidentally smearing Ichigo's semen all over the front of her shirt), and lewdly dry-humping the girl's ass, rubbing the front of her skirt against Senna's bare bottom and grinding her pussy against it through the pleated fabric.

Senna moaned, coming from Chizuru's rough ministrations, her fingers tightly clamping together.

In turn, Ichigo gasped, breath hitching, and he came. His seed sprayed onto Senna's face, much to the girl's delight as she proceeded to wipe it into her hands and lick it up.

"Delicious~" she chirped, licking her lips as she swallowed the last bit. "You are delicious, master."

She then stepped forward and started licking the head of his penis. Nozomi, in turn, came around front and started licking his shaft.

Chizuru smiled lustfully as she watched Senna and Nozomi slavering over their master's cock.

"Here..." she said, smirking and unbuttoning her shirt to reveal her own generous breasts, which were only slightly smaller than even Orihime's.

Moving to one side of Ichigo, gesturing for him to sit down on Yuzu's bed, moving aside the hypno gun before kneeling beside him and gesturing for Nozomi to kneel on the opposite side and copy her.

Bending forward, the redhead and verdette enveloped Ichigo's dick between their breasts. Chizuru was moaning lewdly as she pressed her nipples against Nozomi's and squeezed her breasts against her master's rod.

Senna, meanwhile, bent down between the two, lowering her mouth on Ichigo's dick, nearly half of which was sticking up from between the two other girls' bosoms, luxuriating in his taste and scent, running her tongue along his shaft and taking in his taste as well as the tastes of all the women he had been with so far over the course of the day. There were so many mingling and contrasting tastes upon his member, and she loved them all.

Ichigo groaned, lost in paradise as two beautiful girls titfucked him while a third sucked him off. He didn't think there was any straight guy who wouldn't love this, because he certainly did.

Bucking his hips and pressing his hands down on Senna's head, he pushed the entirety of his exposed length down her throat. Then, when Senna pulled back up after a few minutes of deep-throating her master, he came, covering her face and Chizuru and Nozomi's breasts with his semen.

The three smiled, pleased to have pleasured their master. Even Chizuru was happy that she had been able to use her breasts to help make him come.

And just then, the door to the room opened.

Ichigo's eyes widened when he heard the door to the room open, and when he turned his head to see who it was, he beheld Karin and Ururu, as well as...Yuzu!?

Ichigo stared blankly as he saw his gigai casually walk into the room behind the three young girls, grinning and whistling a cheerful tune.

Yuzu's eyes widened in confusion when she saw Senna and Nozomi kneeling naked on her bed along with some girl she vaguely remembered as being in Ichi-nii's year at school, the front of whose shirt was undone with her goodly-sized breasts hanging out. She blushed, covering her eyes with her hands and stammering nervously.

"Ah...!" she yelped, "I'm sorry, I didn't think anyone was in here!"

Ururu and Karin simply looked at Senna, Chizuru, and Nozomi, the three of whom were covered in Ichigo's semen, and nodded in silent understanding, subconsciously recognizing them as fellow slaves of Ichigo.

And the gigai looked appraisingly at Ichigo, surrounding by three beautiful women who had clearly been servicing him just moments earlier. It then smirked and gave Ichigo a thumbs up.

"Glad to see you've come around, boss. I was starting to get worried about you, to be honest..."

Ichigo stared blankly at the gigai, mouth hanging open. After a moment of this, he slowly shook his head. "Kon...?" he said uncertainly. It had been a while since he'd seen the mod soul, who'd disappeared to who knows where sometime after he'd lost his shinigami powers following his use of Mugetsu to defeat Aizen. "Is that... you?"

The mod soul wearing his face gave him a cocky smirk and a nod.

"In the flesh," he said. "... more or less."

Yuzu looked up at Kon confusedly, peeking up at him between her fingers.

"Ichi-nii? Who are you talking to?" she asked curiously, looking somewhat concerned for her 'brother's mental health.

Ichigo was confused by this for a moment, before remembering that Yuzu couldn't see him in his shinigami form. Unconsciously, his hand shifted to the side and brushed up against the gun, which siphoned off a bit of his hollow reiatsu and fired a burst of red light at Yuzu, whose eyes glazed over.

"... master?" she said uncertainly, looking at Ichigo, now able to see him in his shinigami form.

Ichigo nodded slightly, gulping as he saw Yuzu's eyes go down to his member. Then she turned around and looked at Kon, and her brow furrowed.

"You... who are you?" she asked him. "You look like master, but... you don't feel like him."

Kon grinned down at her sheepishly.

"Ah, heheh, well I guess you could say I'm his helper, Kon... Though you probably know me better as Bostov..." he added under his breath with the slightest shudder as he tried very hard not to recall the various indignities he had suffered at Yuzu's hands in that form... though the baths with her had admittedly been fun...

Yuzu looked between Ichigo and Kon, uncertain what to do.

"Which one of you do I service?" she asked the robed one she recognized as 'master'.

While Chizuru slipped into Karin and Yuzu's shared closet, presumably to molest the sleeping Mahana who had been dumped in there after she had once again collapsed from exhaustion shortly after Nozomi and Senna had been hypnotized and convinced into that lesbian free-for-all, Ichigo was contemplating Yuzu's question.

"Both of us," he finally told her after a few minutes of thought, causing Kon to look at him in surprise, before laughing and flashing him a bright smile.

"I take back every bad thing I ever said about you," the mod soul said sincerely, before glancing at Yuzu and asking him, "So how do you plan on doing this? Any specific preferences?"

Ichigo frowned in thought for a moment.

"Well," he said after a bit, "I probably shouldn't risk taking her pussy, since I don't want to find out whether or not souls can get physical humans pregnant..."

"I hear ya," Kon said, nodding in understanding. "That Urahara told me this gigai is sterile, so I don't have to worry about that, but..."

He then shook his head, saying, "So for holes, that basically leave her ass or mouth for you, and I get to pick between her pussy and whatever is left over."

Ichigo sweatdropped.

"Don't put it so crudely," he muttered. "That is my sister you're talking about, after all..."

Kon waved off his complaints, and simply turned his attention to other matters. Other matters here meaning the same thing he was talking about before.

"So which of her holes do you want, boss?" Kon asked Ichigo, "Her ass or her mouth?"

Ichigo sighed defeatedly, shaking his head. "Her mouth," he said, face red, causing Yuzu to smile up at him.

"Okay. I'll take her ass, then," Kon said, sliding down Yuzu's pants even as the girl leaned forward and began sucking on her brother's penis.

She was surprisingly deft with her tongue, flitting it over Master Ichi-nii's penis as she tilted her head back to let her swallow his full length. It was a very close fit, and she was practically all but choking on him, but she was happy as she listened to him moan and felt his balls bump her chin.

She was also happy as she felt not-Master Ichi-nii slip down her panties and prod her butthole with the tip of his penis, before roughly sliding it in, bit by bit, tearing up her tight little rump with her brother's wonderful girth. To have not one, but twoIchi-niis all to herself was more than she could have ever imagined, and she was ecstatic as the two roughly plowed her from both ends, using her like a glorified sex toy.

Yuzu's pussy was soaking wet as she luxuriated in the feeling of have two Ichi-niis pounding her like a piece of meat, holding her up between them and grunting and groaning as they violated her.

Kon was the first to come, unable to handle the incredible tightness of Yuzu's ass any longer. He filled her ass with hot, sticky semen that seeped into the tears in her anus, the pleasurable pain causing her to moan into Ichigo. And the sound of her moan was too much for Ichigo, who came shortly after, spraying his seed down Yuzu's throat.

Senna, Nozomi, Ururu, and Karin were all watching this and masturbating. Even Chizuru, who had dragged Mahana out of the closet to ravish the girl's tits once again, was also touching herself and watching out of the corner of her eye.

Finally, Yuzu came from being fucked at both ends, screaming into her brother's crotch before going limp, completely spent.

Tatsuki was irritated as she walked up to the door of Yuzu and Karin's room. She had been looking for Ichigo to talk to him all day, but she hadn't seen any trace of the boy. She knew he'd gotten his soul reaper powers back a while ago, and that some crazy things had gone down – after the whole thing with Aizen and losing his powers, she and the others had bugged Ichigo until he'd told them everything, and then they'd made him promise never to leave them out of the loop like that again – but she hadn't seen Ichigo recently.

So she was down to her last resort of asking his sisters where he was, which was mainly a last resort because Ichigo almost never told his sister anything about his activities. Still, they were the only lead she had, and so she opened the door to their room and stepped inside (Karin and Yuzu always insisted she was as good as family, and that she was welcome in any time, so she didn't bother with knocking).

Though when she stepped through that door, she greatly wished she had knocked, because she saw Ichigo in his shinigami form and Ichigo (Kon?) standing over a half naked Yuzu, penises out and gleaming with various lubricating juices. She was about ready to either faint or kick Ichigo's ass when she was suddenly hit by a bright red light.

Past that, her mind got all muddled, and all she could remember was a strong, overpowering desire, nay, need to have Ichigo inside her and serve him in whatever way she could...

Ichigo's eyes widened when he saw Tatsuki start walking towards him, slowly stripping her clothes, eyes glazed over and unfocused. He felt himself growing harder with every step Tatsuki took towards him, and he couldn't help but notice that she was surprisingly well-endowed, as she removed her bra.

Looking to the side, he noticed that Kon had seemingly vanished.

"Coward..." he muttered as noted how the mod soul was cowering behind/perving on Nozomi and Senna. The two girls looked perfectly content with the situation, though.

He then looked back up at the now naked Tatsuki, and felt like joining the mod soul.

Oh, Tatsuki was beautiful, to be sure, and Ichigo would be happy to be serviced by her under other circumstances. But there was a part of him that remembered her as the girl who always used to beat him up during karate lessons, and that part of him had little doubt that if this hypnosis ever wore off Tatsuki would kill him, no matter how much insanely stronger than her he was.

So he was trapped in a conundrum between his libido and his sense of self-preservation.

In the end, Ichigo's increasingly powerful libido won out, and he decided that he might as well take advantage of the situation while he still had the necessary parts to enjoy it.

Sitting down on Yuzu's bed, he told Tatsuki to sit on his lap. She did just as he said, setting her ass down right on top of his member, her weight on its tip forcing the head up her anus.

Ichigo groaned as her bottom clenched around him, biting down roughly on her neck and sucking on the skin. Her taste was wonderful, and he found himself hungrily licking up her sweat.

He reached around to grab her breasts, pinching her nipples between his fingertips, which caused her to squeak cutely. The sound caused a bit of precum to leak out, and Ichigo shivered. Her skin felt incredible against his, and he needed to feel more.

With barely a thought, he discarded his shihakusho and embraced Tatsuki, squeezing her against his chest, pressing their naked skin together even as she bounced her bottom up and down on his member. It was an indescribable sensation. Simply holding her aroused him, and the additional stimulation she was providing... well, he quickly came, filling her ass with his seed.

"Ichigo..." Tatsuki moaned lewdly, the tone of her voice causing him to grow even harder. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Ichigo noted that she had addressed him by his given name. "...it aches..."

Without any need for clarification, he immediately understood what she meant.

"I don't want to get you pregnant," he told her truthfully. Tatsuki had a great career as a martial artist ahead of her, he just knew it. He didn't want to ruin that for her, not like this.

Tatsuki moaned more deeply. "There is... a pack of condoms... in my wallet..." she groaned, weakly pointing towards her discarded trousers on the floor.

Ururu glanced over at the trousers in question. Going over to them, she briefly rifled through the pockets before retrieving the aforementioned wallet. Opening it, she sifted through its contents, eventually finding and removing a condom, which she loyally brought over to her master.

Ichigo smiled at Ururu when he saw what she was doing, and he took the offered condom, thanking her.

"Get up, for a second," he told Tatsuki. "I need to get it on."

"Let me," Tatsuki purred, slowly standing up, Ichigo's member sliding out of her ass. She took the condom packet and opened it.

Grabbing Ichigo's penis with one hand, Tatsuki stretched the condom's entrance with her fingers and slid it down over his cock, letting it snap shut when it had stretched as far as it would go.

She then put her hands on Ichigo's shoulders, smiling at him as she spread her legs and lowered herself onto him, this time impaling her cunt upon his dick. She moaned as his length filled her up, stretching her virgin pussy to an unbelievable extent.

"So biiiiig..." she sighed happily, face flushed and tongue rolling out of her mouth as she ground herself against his pelvis, wrapping her arms around his strong frame.

Ichigo grunted, bucking his hips up into his childhood friend, causing her to squeal and moan. Leaning his head forward, he took one of Tatsuki's breasts into his mouth, tasting it thoroughly. He licked up her sweat and nibbled on her areola even as he thrust in and out of her, causing Tatsuki to come with a scream, her pussy clenching around him and her juices gushing forth.

Ichigo quickly joined her, completely filling the condom enveloping his member with semen. He then pulled out, glancing down at Tatsuki's lovely pussy.

"No blood..." he idly noted.

"It's because of my martial arts training..." Tatsuki told him, panting and sweating. "My hymen broke a long time ago..."

Ichigo nodded slowly, accepting this explanation as reasonable. He then turned his attention to the condom, which was filled with semen. Taking it off, Ichigo grimaced slightly at the feeling of the ejaculate sticking to his member. With nowhere else to go, it had completely covered him.

Looking down at his penis, which was covered in his seed, Ichigo then looked around at the girls in the room, most of whom were eying his member hungrily. Even Chizuru had stopped molesting Mahana's breasts to stare and drool a little.

So Ichigo gestured towards his penis and told the girls to clean it off. They were eager to do as he said, and there was a bit of pushing and shoving, but eventually Tatsuki, Senna, and Ururu came out on top.

Senna took the head of his penis, licking the foreskin and teasing the slit with her tongue. Tatsuki took his shaft, hungrily licking and sucking up and down it, teasing her pussy and nipples in joy at getting to pleasure him like this. Ururu, meanwhile, slurped on his balls, suckling on his sweaty scrotum, her face flushed red in a combination of pleasure and humiliation.

Ichigo groaned as the girls quickly licked every last bit of his seed, and then continued to lick and suck on him, happily pleasing and teasing every inch of his cock, eventually driving him to come in Senna's mouth.

The purple-haired girl in question looked quite pleased with herself as she swallowed her master's seed, much to the jealous displeasure of Ururu and Tatsuki, who had to content themselves with whatever they could lick from Senna's lips.

But still, ultimately Ichigo's penis was now spotless, if covered in saliva.

Ichigo grinned, emboldened. The thrill of commanding these girls to do such lewd things was getting to him. It was a heady rush, an intoxicating taste of power that left him giddy and horny.

"C'mere," he said to the girls, deciding that he wanted to fool around with them some more. "Come on, gather round." He gestured for them to come close, and they did so obediently and without hesitation.

"What is it, master?" inquired Karin in her droning tone.

"Fuck me and Kon," he told them. "I wanna do this right, and I think it's time we seriously broke you girls in."

The eyes of the girls lit up, and they were visibly excited. They were wet and hot, and hungry for their master's meat.

"Chizuru, Banana, Senna, Tatsuki—" said Ichigo.

"—It's Mahana, master," the excessively buxom lass in question demurely replied.

"Eh. Banana, Mahana, whatever," said Ichigo dismissively. "Look, you four will be with me."

"But what about us, Ichi-niisama?" Yuzu asked, almost pouting. Karin, Ururu, and Nozomi nodded in agreement.

"You girls will be with Kon, obviously," Ichigo told them.

The mod-soul in question scowled. "Oh, sure," he muttered under his breath, "stick me with the kids... I'm not a lolicon, you know... I like tits. BIG tits."

He probably would have grumbled more, but Nozomi silenced him with a surprisingly passionate kiss, and Yuzu impaled herself on his dick while Karin licked her pussy and his shaft as Ururu sucked on his balls.

After that, Kon's complaints were nonexistent.

Ichigo and Senna, meanwhile, each attacked one of Mahana's bountiful breasts with their mouths while he fucked Tatsuki's ass, and Tatsuki ate out Chizuru who ate her out in return, sixty-nining each other even as their master pounded the tomboy's behind.

Mahana tits were soft and sensitive, and they tasted somewhat sweet. Her nipples actually seemed to be leaking a bit of milk as Ichigo and Senna sucked on them, and the taste was delicious, so they gladly drank it up.

Ichigo increased the tempo of his thrusting into Tatsuki's ass as he and Senna drank up Mahana's milk, roughly mashing the martial artist's pussy into Chizuru's face as he repeatedly slammed his hips into hers, violating her tight ass and filling it with his seed as he came into her multiple times, filling her up to overflowing with his seed.

Tatsuki moaned lewdly, reveling in the sensation of having her ass pounded into oblivion by Ichigo's terrifyingly large cock. Chizuru, in turn, bucked her hips at this sound, pushing her crotch harder into Tatsuki's face as she sprayed her nectar into the other girl's mouth. Tatsuki lapped it up without complaint, teasing Chizuru's clitoris with her tongue to elicit even further orgasms from the girl. She also soon came from Ichigo fucking her, much to Chizuru's delight, and things pretty much degenerated from there into an all out orgy.

As an exhausted Senna licked up the last of Ichigo's semen from her hands and the others lay on the floor in drowsy heaps, including Kon and Chizuru who were using Mahana's tits as makeshift pillows, only Ichigo still had any energy left.

In fact, he was hardly even the least bit fatigued. His penis was standing tall, and he was feeling hornier than ever, but none of the girls present had any energy left to keep going. Hell, even Kon was exhausted, despite being in an all but inexhaustible gigai.

Ichigo scowled. There wasn't a single girl in the house who was still capable of going, even Rukia was still fast asleep. And fucking a girl who was too tired to fuck him back was, he had quickly discovered, very boring.

So, as he glanced at the gun on the bed beside him, he decided he had no choice but to go out and find some more girls to join the party.

Grabbing his combat pass and pressing it to Kon's head, he ejected the mod soul from his gigai, then stepped into it. His reiatsu powered the artificial body back up, and Ichigo pocketed Kon in his pill form, just in case, and got dressed, making sure to grab the gun as he left.

"Maybe Orihime will be able to help with this..." he mumbled to himself, before flash-stepping out the door.

He zoomed through the streets of Karakura, covering tens of meters with each empowered stride. It only took him a few minutes to reach the girl's apartment, and he got there without incident.

Ichigo knocked on her door. The smell of day-old bread wafted from within, and reminded him that he hadn't eaten in a while. The door opened, and Ichigo saw Orihime standing there, smiling brightly.

The gun in his pocket immediately blasted her with a flash of red light.

A beat.

Orihime smiled still as brightly as ever at him, her expression completely unchanged.

"Hello, Kurosaki-kun!" she greeted him cheerfully, seemingly unfazed. "I was just about to bring you some bread from work, but since you're here you might as well come inside and eat me out..."

Orihime then went beet red when she realized what she had just said.

"Er... eat with me... out... eat out with me! You know, like at the park!" she said nervously, trying to cover her little slip of the tongue.

Ichigo stared at her, though not because of Orihime tripping over her tongue and saying things that made no sense. No, that was normal for her. He stared because she did not seem to have been the least bit affected by the gun. If the device was working right, it should have made it so that she could think of nothing but submitting herself to him in mind, body, and soul and desired his cock above all other things.

And yet she wasn't acting the least bit out of the normal! Maybe it was because of her power to reject things? (Poor, dense, Ichigo, completely unable to take a hint.)

Curious as to whether the gun was working, and whether it had actually had any effect on Orihime, Ichigo decided to test it.

"Hey, Orihime," he said. "How about you take off your shirt stick a baguette between your boobs?"

Orihime blinked.

"Eh...?" she said. Her cheeks became dusted with a light pink. She blushed deeply, and for a moment Ichigo wondered if she would actually do it.

And, indeed, Orihime was perplexed by this request. It vexed her to hear her Kurosaki-kun say something like that, yet at the same time it also sent a thrill up her spine. She shivered, feeling aroused at the thought of doing something like this for Ichigo.

Smiling, still smiling, Orihime happily did as Ichigo asked her. This was Kurosaki-kun, after all. She trusted him completely.

Ichigo gulped as he watched Orihime cheerfully throw off her shirt and squeeze a baguette between her bountiful breasts, which were only barely kept modest by a lacy white bra. Her chest may not have been nearly as big as what Mahana now boasted, but her curves were more congruent, flowing naturally from bosom to waist and down to the hips. The girl, for all her sweet demeanor, was built like a bombshell, and Ichigo would be damned if Orihime didn't seem to know exactly how to use what she was born with.

As he watched Orihime cutely nibble on the end of the baguette that was sticking up from her breasts, Ichigo could not help but imagine that it was his penis being sandwiched in her Valley of the Goddess (damn that Kon for corrupting his mind) and serviced by her sweet little mouth. He quickly grew hard, groaning as he felt his erection push against his jeans. There was a visible bulge in his pants, and Ichigo was trying very hard not to draw attention to it.

But Orihime soon noticed his tent nonetheless, and even that innocent girl knew enough to know what was causing it. Orihime's eyes widened and jaw slacked when she beheld the sizable bulge in Ichigo's pants. A small moan escaped her mouth as she looked at the evidence of Ichigo's erection and realized that she had caused it. She was overjoyed at the thought that Kurosaki-kun found her body sexy. The very notion of this aroused her immensely.

Feeling her loins heating up, she knelt down on the floor, bending over and staring at the crotch of Ichigo's pants.

"Kurosaki-kun..." Orihime whispered, grasping the zipper his pants. "...do you want my help with that?"

Ichigo gulped, his mouth feeling suddenly like it was filled with cotton. Still, he somehow managed to say, "Yes," which caused Orihime to smile and unzip his jeans.

Pulling down Ichigo's pants, Orihime gasped slightly when she saw his member stand up proud, now free of his boxers. Its size was formidable, and part of her was intimidated by its appearance.

"So this is Kurosaki-kun's..." Orihime whispered, gently prodding the head with a curious, yet awed, expression on her face, her mouth slightly agape. "It's... it's..."

She smiled brightly, clasping her hands under her chin.

"...so cute~!" she squeeled girlishly, causing Ichigo to sweatdrop slightly.

A small part him felt disappointed at being called cute, like Orihime was somehow making of his masculinity.

But then she gave it a kiss right on the tip, also giving Ichigo a prime view of her cleavage, and he forgot all about that as he came and exploded all over her face and chest.

Orihime blinked as she examined the thick, white substance covering her bosom.

"Kurosaki-kun's... sperm..." she murmured, face bright red as she stared at it, wide-eyed.

Orihime smiled and licked her lips, savoring the taste of Ichigo's seed. She then wiped a handful of semen off of her breasts, cupping in her hands and raising it to her mouth, eagerly swallowing it all down.

She giggled, blushing slightly when she saw the look on Ichigo's face. He was watching her intently, his mouth slightly open as he stared at her breasts, which were still covered with a fair amount of his semen.

"D-do you like what you see, Kurosaki-kun...?" she asked him shyly, moving to unclasp her bra.

Ichigo nodded, his member twitching as Orihime bared her breasts completely, revealing erect nipples and large, round areolas.

Orihime's smile widened, and she bent down over Ichigo's waist, her breasts enveloping his dick. She kissed his firm chest, tracing his pectoral muscles with her tongue as she ran it hungrily over his skin, taking in his taste. She squeezed breasts together over his penis, rubbing them back and forth and up and down.

"Soft..." Ichigo groaned, involuntarily bucking his hips, a bit of precum leaking out.

Orihime moaned when Ichigo did this, feeling her sensitive nipples grind against his pelvis. Still she continued licking his rock hard chest, and eventually she came to his nipples. She lightly nibbled on them, causing Ichigo to gasp and come again into her cleavage, which became filled with his semen.

She smiled at this. "I'm gonna go take a shower now, Kurosaki-kun," she said as she stood up. Before turning around, she asked shyly. "Um... Do you... Want to join me...?"

"Of course," Ichigo replied, and he walked inside with her. He followed Orihime to her bathroom, where they both got undressed.

They got into the shower, where Orihime turned the faucet and steaming hot water came pouring down on them.

They started with soaping each other up. Ichigo paid special attention to Orihime's nipples, which he lathered thoroughly, his fingers kneading her tits as he covered them in suds. Orihime, in turn, used her breasts to apply soap to Ichigo's chest and back, which he greatly appreciated.

Orihime, when she came to Ichigo's penis, used a combination of rubbing it between her soapy breasts and massaging the suds into it with her hands.

"Little Ichigo is so dirty~" she said cheerfully, lost in her own little world as she soaped him up, giggling at the sight of the shiny wet head sticking out from between her breasts.

Ichigo moaned, the stimulation of his penis and the too-cute look on Orihime's face were too much for him. He came, covering her tits with his semen for the second time in less than an hour.

Orihime looked satisfied with this, saying, "There, now you're all nice and clean~" to his penis in a cutesy, baby-talk voice.

Ichigo sweatdropped at this, and was about to say something when Orihime slowly stood straight up and hesitantly spread her pussy, the slightest blush on her face.

"Now... you can clean my insides," she told him shyly, indicating both her pussy and her ass, bashfully averting her gaze from his member as she spoke, making it obvious how she wanted him to 'clean' her.

Ichigo's dick twitched, and he grunted. Wrapping his arms around Orihime's curvaceous frame, he lined up the glistening tip of his soap covered penis with Orihime's anus, and he slammed his hips into Orihime's generous, round ass. His manhood pierced her through all at once and caused her to scream out in agony and delight, her tongue hanging from her mouth and her eyes glazing over as he thrust in and out of her.

Orihime was ecstatic to have Kurosaki-kun inside of her, and even if it hurt to have him reaming her ass like he was, she was still happier than she could ever before remember being. Kurosaki-kun was having sex with her... He was defiling her with his penis...

Orihime moaned, wriggling her bottom against Ichigo's pelvis, further exciting him, causing him to increase the speed and force of his thrusts.

"Inoue..." he moaned, reaching around to grab hold of her breasts, which squeezed and groped. "This body of yours... is a dangerous weapon... Those lewd breasts... and this tight ass..." he grunted, slapping his pelvis against her bottom faster and faster, "You're too sexy..."

He came, filling her ass with semen.

Orihime moaned as she felt herself overflowing with Ichigo's seed.

"Thank you... Kurosaki-kun..." she moaned happily, rivulets of hot water running down her body as she stepped forward, Ichigo's member sliding out of her ass, and turned around to embrace him and place a chaste kiss on his lips. "I... love you..."

A/N: WOW is this a cliffhanger that will result in big, emotional scenes and a huge romantic sequence?!

...no, actually. It was just a good place to end this chapter.

Updated: 12-1-13

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