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Ghost
By : c0p13r
Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female
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            Ichigo had thought his day would end as normally as it began. He went through the paces at school, kept his high grades secret from Keigo and Mizuiro, did well and cleaned up in gym, ate lunch on the school roof, knocked down some thugs after school, and gave a blessing for that girl and the rest she deserved.
            Apparently, that girl chose not to rest. Ghosts often followed him home, attracted to something about him, though he always tried to beat them away like flies. Her, though, he could not bring himself to reject so casually. “Go back,” he droned at her, and she said, “Uh-uh! I want a favor!”
            “Tch! What kind of favor can I do for you?” he groaned, turning his head from her floating form. “I already scared off those punks. Just hurry to the afterlife already.”
            “Uh-uh” was her answer again, much to his irritation. “I want something first!” Giggling, she passed through the air ahead of him and vanished. He wasn’t sure where she went or what that whole ‘favor’ thing was about, but if she was gone…
            “Ah, not my problem anymore,” he said, wiping his hands of the matter.
            Getting home went as normally as ever: an aggressive father, a passive-aggressive sister, and an anxious other sister. After a beating and an eating, he climbed the stairs and said that he’d be taking a shower before bed. Yuzu whined from below, complaining how he never took baths with her anymore. “You’re old enough to take them by yourself,” Ichigo fired down the stairs before Isshin came up with the solution of a father/daughter bathing schedule. It earned him a swinging heel to his cheek. “Jeez, this house…”
            It wasn’t until the shower that things swung from the normal headaches to something more vexing. Ichigo undressed, stepped in, and turned the water up. He relaxed at once with a sigh and was about to start the process of washing until he heard an amused hum. He leapt out of the water’s reach, eyes open wide to see who had intruded on him. Who he saw baffled him entirely; the ghost girl who haunted the street post, her upper body poking out between the shower faucets and her chin resting on her fists like she was lying across a bed, observing with quaint interest at the spot between Ichigo’s legs. Smartly, he hid himself behind his hands when he noticed her line of sight. “What are you doing here?!” he blurted out without thinking.
            She seemed pleased enough with her eyeline, cocking her smiling face to one side while preening at his covered groin. “I’ve never seen one before. Do they all look like that?”
            Ichigo withdrew, seethed, and exploded at her audacity. It was an appropriate response, even flailing one hand at her – meant to fan her away rather than hit – but one that only caused more of a ruckus than intended, for not long after he exclaimed at her, resulting in her fading back through the wall with a sneaky giggle, the door to the bathroom flew open by an unrestrained kick. “What is it, Ichigo?! Did you see a mouse and it scared you?!” Isshin was instantly decked when he threw the shower door open to inspect his shouting son.
            “Die in hell, old man!” snarled the violated son, shutting off the shower and storming over the downed dad.
            Ichigo got ready for bed in more of a grouchy mood than normal. No dinner (Dad ruined that), bathing was cut short (also the old man’s fault), and ghosts seemed to be becoming more drawn to the Kurosaki clinic than before. “Jeez, what was she thinking?” he griped as he drew his nightshirt down over his head. He had planned to read the manga Tatsuki let him borrow if only to remember to return it to her tomorrow, but he was in such a stressed mood…
            He threw himself down on his bed, pillowed his head on his clasped hands, stared at the ceiling, and hoped that he could fall asleep soon. But that incident with the ghost girl… “Tch.” He turned to one side, folding his arms around his head and closing his eyes, now actively trying to sleep and put this day’s events behind him.
            “Everyone else is asleep now… but you’re not, right?”
            Even with his arm pressing over his ear, Ichigo heard the quiet voice hovering over him and swung back around, facing upward with a wide-eyed look of shock. And sure enough, the paranormal visitor was lingering in the air above him, grinning that mischievous grin and looking ready for trouble.
            “You’re still hanging around?!” Ichigo drew his surprise back to mirror the inner frustration. “Darn it, go back to the phone pole! I’ll bring another flower… huh?” His aggressive proposal was cut short when the girl’s striped top came off. She was younger than him, reminding him of his sisters, but she was older than them and had started to develop before her untimely demise. Her brunette pigtails hung just above the slight hills, leaning on the pronounced slopes where her small pink nipples had already answered the night’s chill.
            Ichigo was not perverse enough to gawk lingeringly, but he could not help looking nonetheless. From shock, to anger, now he leapt to apprehension and perhaps even fear. He sat up, scooting back to his headboard as the ghost gravitated heedlessly towards him. “Wha-what are you doing?”
            “Isn’t it obvious?” she giggled. She laced her fingers at her waist, intentionally pressing her little breasts together, endeavoring to accentuate their form. Well, they were there; Ichigo could concede that much, regardless of how little he wanted to look. Tatsuki had waled on him just for accidentally intruding on her before she could finish buttoning up her uniform, changing from her dojo attire. Aside from his sisters – rather, just Yuzu – showing up in his room in only a towel, requesting he join her in a bonding bath – which he’d refused for the past couple of years – he was very mindful of women’s space.
            “They’re small,” pouted the ghost when she couldn’t pronounce them more. Then her tone raised with urgency and desperation, “But they’re still there! I’m a woman!” She sounded passionate, but was behaving totally contradictive to that claim. She threw her fists out behind her, leaning forward and showing that her tiny tits hardly hung from her chest.
            “I don’t know what you want from me,” Ichigo blasted back at her, “but get out of my room and…!”
            “Ichi-nii!” The door rattled by Karin’s fist. “If you’re gonna argue with yourself”—She knew he wasn’t arguing alone—“take it outside! You’re being loud!”
            Ichigo’s trap closed immediately with a trembling growl of frustration. Karin would barge in if agitated enough. She felt for her brother – she truly did – for his acumen to see and ‘exorcize’ ghosts, but when it was a clamor like this, it felt like an affront to her stance that ghosts didn’t exist. So, to ease her temper and prevent a brash entry, Ichigo contained himself. “A-alright,” he said feebly, and thankfully, heard Karin footfalls on the floorboards receding.
            The ghost looked happy at his seeming resignation. “Ready to cooperate?”
            He tucked his chin and glowered. He didn’t say a word of objection, however.
            “Good!” she cheered, throwing her arms out above her, brazen in her nakedness, despite the nice boy’s reservations. He’d done such kindnesses for her, she certainly felt this would reward him as much as she looked forward to it. Being a ghost, while bound to her shrine, she had time to frolic in a certain radius – lest she become chained – and saw the private activities of husbands and wives, boyfriends and girlfriends. It looked so delightful! She had to try it!
            “Hey!” Ichigo fought against her hasty hands as she urged him – “C’mon! Take them off! I wanna see again!” – and snatched for his pajama bottoms. She won the bout, but saw that her sex appeal was the one lacking. His penis hung flaccid between his legs, and she at least knew that it should be rigid and long; proud-looking, not sulking.
            “What’s wrong with it?” She poked it, rolling it to one side. She was distressed until a third poke produced some signs of life. It was less yielding, and it twitched! How fascinating! When she began rubbing it – mimicking what she’d seen women do to men or even boys do by themselves – life seemed to come from it! “Ah~!” she jubilated, her face glowing with excitement. “It worked! I did it! It’s growing!”
            Ichigo tried to will his erection back, to keep his blood from inflating the organ, but it was no use. The phantom’s touch was delicate and intoxicating to his nerve endings. Because of his own sensory powers, she did not pass through him, yet she also was not potent enough to really tug him more. She just stimulated, got him hard, and was proud of her accomplishment.
            His stem rose straight up in throbs and bobs, then overachieved the tipping point, and came slapping down on his lower abdomen; the head reached toward his bellybutton. He continued to pulsate, even though her hand had come away; curiosity trumped the touch. The penis was longer than her hand! She even did the comparison and said, “I don’t think I’ve seen one so long.”
            “How many have you seen?” Ichigo asked before retracted, scolding himself for falling into her pace. He meant to reprimand her, not actually ask; he was afraid of her answer, and she answered, “Lots.” When he met her with a look of surprise and reproach, she sulked a little and returned to him a matching look of admonishment. “It gets boring being a ghost. So I go in houses and watch people sometimes.”
            “Ghosts should still give people their privacy!” Ichigo barked at her, causing his dick to bounce and wane just a tiny bit.
            Maybe he could have swayed her… if she wasn’t in the position of authority. He was lying back, and she was poised triumphantly over him. This stance boosted her confidence and put a smirk back on her face. “I’m old enough,” she said, and then flicked his dick just hard enough to sting a little, “and I’m already dead. So what does it matter?”
            There was actually little to confront that logic with. Still, furrowing and looking like a near-defeated dog in retreat, he said, “It matters…”
            She went on like she hadn’t heard him. She was more fascinated by his cock than his lecture, after all. She brought it back up to stand in her hands, and she awed at how both her hands couldn’t meet the full length of it. She giggled then, showing that a ghost could still blush. “I see girls complain about guy’s who aren’t this big.”
            “Stop telling me that,” Ichigo snapped, then chomped his teeth; he couldn’t risk being loud.
            “Why? Jealous?”
            Jealous of what?
            She giggled behind her lips one more time, and then put his penis’ tip in her mouth. Involuntarily, his body tensed, one hand grasping at his bedsheets, one hand pulling up on his shirt to further expose his body and keep from impeding her method; totally by reflex, not want. There was a hot and cold mixture around his dick, something imagined to be like holding it after handling ice. It was rubbing on him, so it felt good, but still left that icy tingle across the back of his neck and around his shoulders. “Uhn…” He tried not to react too much – for fear of noise or encouraging the ghost to continue - but there was the pesky urge to push towards the cold heat that enveloped only the top of his cock.
            Her inexperience showed. She might have watched and witnessed plenty of techniques and methods women used on men, but she was mechanical: up-down-up-down, slow and steady, hard and unchecked suction that would leave his tip purple. Her pigtails were there; he could drive her with them. Instead, he busied his hands – both now dedicated to the blanket underneath him – with fistfuls of cloth.
            After a while, not very long, the ghost reared her head up with a loud, heavy exhale. She didn’t pant – didn’t breathe, really – and instead sat back, crossed her arms over her bust, and glowered at the cock. “I thought it’d be easier,” she griped. Her lips shifted a little. “And it tastes weird.”
            Ichigo frowned, but didn’t complain. Perhaps she had been turned against it – he took no offense – and would go off to haunt somewhere else. Or maybe cross over and go to Heaven.
            No, she wasn’t done. She’d just gotten started! She leapt up – movement was so easy when you can float – and did away with her shorts and panties with nimble ease. Ichigo felt his gut roil. He was uncomfortable all over again. But she was splayed like a naked cheerleader drifting in mid-cheer.
            “This is what I wanted!” she clarified, dismissing her sad attempt to bring pleasure to his cock and her mouth. Women always seemed so passionate about it, moaning and panting and begging as they worked their mouth on their man; she just felt it a bother. But this was the main attraction! She’d seen enough couples to recognize that it was this that consummated the activity!
            Her quim was slight but blooming amongst soft brown curls; a show of pink folds glistened. She threw herself down on Ichigo with enough oomph that he was knocked back and the bed itself rocked noisily. “Let’s do it!”
            Her body was small on him, and he declined hastily. “No way!”
            “You don’t have a choice,” she argued childishly, puffing her cheeks. She wound her hips down and angled her sex to match his. “If you don’t, I’ll haunt this house!” Her Chain of Fate rattled as she raised her hands and made a scary face.
            It was hardly a scare to him, but Ichigo had to figure in the things that could happen if a horny ghost was occupying the Kurosaki Clinic. Well, she’s dead. He tried to reason with it, couldn’t really come up with a reason to settle his nerves. So he gave an abject sigh, and looked off to the side and pulled an impersonation of Karin to mind. If she’s dead, she’s a ghost, and ghosts don’t exist, and things that don’t exist can’t have sex.
            The ghost recognized his resignation and made her move. She splayed her legs open – he was wider than her, so she had to almost do the splits to accommodate him between her legs – and positioned the slit of her sex at his tip. Her small breasts didn’t impede her view, but her Chain did. Bothersome thing; she had to rely on ghostly levitation for balance as she moved the dangling chain out of her way while also aiming his dick. In her hand, he felt big, but when he was made to press up against her snatch…
            “It’s huge,” she gasped as the head bulged against her puffy pussy. She tried to rock herself onto it for successful latching, but it felt like she’d tear if she did. Yet her attempts, however in vain they seemed, made her wetter and more anxious to succeed! She moaned loud enough that Ichigo was sure that his spiritually aware sister would hear if she wasn’t already asleep.
            “We don’t have to,” Ichigo trailed off when he saw her struggle.
            But she shook her head frantically. “I can do it!” Resolved by his concern, she pressed down hard, got him in, and then took him deep. She didn’t think she’d feel any more pain after dying, but something tore ahead of Ichigo’s cock. The momentum built up behind the thin barrier carried him straight to the back of her quim; too late for her to stop and second guess heading onward. She was stuck halfway on his shaft, quaking and tearing up. All of a sudden, she sat up and put her fists under her eyes. “Wah~! That hurt!”
            “Hey, not so loud,” Ichigo tried to shush her while suppressing a moan himself. He was concerned for her, but the tightness of her body was irresistible.
            “But it hurts,” she sniveled, lowering her hands partway from her face. She sniffed twice before putting her hands back down on his body, leaning and bracing while being careful with the elevation of her hips. Her nether lips stretched wide around his girth. She had played with herself before, and the feeling had led her to this commitment. True, when she saw him grow to his full potential, she knew there would be a difference between one of her slim fingers sliding up her snatch and his blunt pole barreling in, shoving aside her virgin walls and rupturing the spongey stopper.
            The sting lingered, but as her ghostly body came accustomed to his presence, the plump walls began to convulse, rubbing along his length frantically. And it started to feel good. Though she would not try to squeeze more of him into her tight space, she pumped herself up and down in experiment. Sure enough, it felt good; like a more thorough, ticklish massage in her apex. “It hurts,” she said again, mumbling, and then rolled her hips some, “but it’s feeling better.”
            Ichigo cringed as her lithe body moved up and down his length, not taking in a satisfying amount, but that unique feeling compensated. And he was aroused enough that his dick had already begun to leak, smearing precum up against her little cervix. Was she enough to harbor his essence? Or would it spout through her and end up on him? Well… it didn’t matter. He decided to hold onto her hips and take over control.
            “H-hey, wait a minute! Ah~♥” For whatever reason, he was better at this, hoisting her in rhythm rather than the sloppy and hesitant motions of her thrusts. There was no actual weight to her; he could have railed her like a madman despite her cries for restraint, but he was not the type to rush for his sole benefit.
            There’s certainly a pun there, but I’ll refrain from interrupting the story for it. Like, soul benefit. He’s doing it for the soul’s benefit. Right? Heh, that just rolled out and I was like, ‘copy-chan, that’s like him doing it for the soul!’
            She liked it; she liked the even pace, like riding a steady horse or something else enjoyable that she never got to try in life. “It feels good,” she wheezed, a sweat starting to break out over her brow, a smile turning up her mouth.
            “Quiet” was all Ichigo hissed in reply, concentrating on keeping his thrusts shallow and full. If this could get her to stay out of his showers, then he’d…!
            His thoughts were momentarily interrupted by the flutter of a black butterfly that must have gotten trapped in his room
            “Ooh, it’s happening!”
            Tap…
            The spirit’s hips jolted and jerked but didn’t upset the pace he had put on their strokes. She tried to pull her pelvis against his body, arching her back and presenting her face openly in rapture. “I’ve never felt this…!”
            Likewise, Ichigo hadn’t experienced the rise of his cum so suddenly, like her body was siphoning his pleasure through the head of his cock. He didn’t resist. If he came, he’d wilt and she’d be done with him. He crammed up to her uterus, pushed as hard as he dared without hurting her, and exhaled loudly.
            But her body was already dissipating when his cum started to jet out. The ghost and her womb had already passed to the Other World… and so the flying strings of cum landed on the face of the short, petite woman dressed in black robes who had moved through the walls to tap the pommel of a sword into the ghost girl’s forehead.
            Kuchiki Rukia – as she would announce herself upon more formal introductions – grimaced at the sudden launch of semen. It splashed over her pursed lips, luckily hitting only between her eyes where it trickled in globby rivulets down the sides of her nose, and some on her reverent robes.
            Ichigo, upon opening his eyes, realized the abrupt situation and shouted in shock. He recoiled at once, his back to the window so that he could turn to face the woman who had somehow appeared from the wall to now stand on his pillow. He closed up his legs to hide his offending cock and pointed accusingly at this intruder. “Who-who are you?! And what happened to the girl?!” He quickly searched the room with his eyes, but there was no sign of the naked ghost who was just in the throes of ecstasy.
            Dabbing the cum with her fingers, she inspected the strings that still clung to her face with regal disdain. “So you can not only see ghosts…” Her eyes zeroed in on him, sharp as a blade. He flinched reflexively as he would to thugs pulling a switchblade on him. “… you violate them.”
            At once, he was defensive. He didn’t know who she was, but she had no right to make any accusations if she didn’t know the whole story! Not to mention that it was he who was being violated by ethereal beings!
            “She came onto me!” he blurted hopelessly. “She was dead-set on it! And…! And…!”
            Rukia let him blabber while she contemplated his statements, heedless of the cum dribbling down her face. An obsessed Plus? Maybe that was the Hollow energy I felt before I could enact the burial. She eyed the frantic boy, deaf to his explanations on what had transpired. She wasn’t entirely sure about the theory… but if there was a Hollow about, she could not detect it now; like there was some interference. Maybe the Plus was saved by the Burial…
            She smirked shrewdly then, and that was enough for Ichigo to clamp his trap shut. She was about to answer him, to pass judgment, and he hoped it’d be in his favor, lest another spirit haunt this house and put his piety into question.
            The woman’s foot – out of its sandal – struck him between the legs; not hard, but firm. She put her weight on it and ground down on the cock that had started to lose its vitality. As Ichigo wailed at the offense, Rukia continued her wicked grin and told him, “You’ve interrupted my mission. You must make up for it, kid.”
            The implications of her statement notwithstanding, Ichigo took issue with the ‘kid’ part. She couldn’t have been any older than himself! “Who’re you calling”—He paused to wince as the indentation between her big toe and the other toes slid against his dick—“’kid’, you brat?!”
            The toes curled and held onto his stiff cock. “Who are you calling brat, fool?”
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            “Guh… I-I think I hear something…!”
            “Quiet, fool! I gave you an order! Do not hesitate because you’re imagining things!”
            “But…”
            “Enough!” Rukia arched her back, pressing her ass further onto Ichigo’s length. Her tongue reached out from a lewd, elated, dumbstruck by the missed feeling of having a cock run up and down her asshole. She quivered and panted, her hot breath seeming to be puffs of steam. “Just keep fucking my ass, fool!”
            Growling, mentioning something aside to the effect of spiritual beings being a pain, Ichigo complied with her order; not because she told him to, but because he intended to fuck her into a pitiful, weak mess. The bed rocked violently, and she shrieked in joy, enjoying a nice, messy, first orgasm as he pounded her.
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            “Ichigo’s making such a racket.” Karin turned out the window, certain that she had seen a hulking, inhuman form shifting through the shadows towards the Kurosaki Clinic. A nervous sweat beaded down the side of her temple. “But there’s definitely something out there…” And it was roaring.
            What happened minutes after, which changed Ichigo’s life as it put him in the role of a substitute Shinigami, could have been entirely avoided… if the Shinigami meant to protect Karakura hadn’t been sex-drunk and fucked silly with semen leaking out of her sore, satisfied ass.
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I could have done more with Rukia, but I figured no. I’ve always had a plan to have Rukia bind Ichigo with a spell in their first meeting and exact her authority and effectiveness over him. It’d be wasted here. It could work as a two-parter. But more important stories first! The ‘Ghost’ trilogy is now ended
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