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Changing of the Guard	By : c0p13r Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 81 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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            The gate couldn’t stay open forlong; Urahara Kisuke had warned that it would cause a strain and would begin tobend the space around it if it remained open. So on the bottom side in Seireitei, it was up to Mayuri to closeit. And he did with a pompous “Hmph! To reduce me to a common doorman is yetanother slight, yet an apparent sign of that man’s jealousy of myintellect.” He clasped the medallionthat could reopen the gateway to the Reiokyu and tucked it into his coat.
            “Sorry for the trouble, CaptainKurotsuchi,” said Kyoraku with a light laugh. “Now that Ichigo-san is awake, there’ll be a lot of back-and-forth tripsuntil everything is finalized. But Iappreciate you not closing it prematurely.”
            “A consequence of my overabundanceof charity. It would pain me that theCaptain Commander would be stuck in the Royal Palace, unable to overlook mymonumental work and enforce petty things like common decency. Now if you’ll excuse me”—Mayuri turned sharpand began to saunter to his private lab—“you can see yourself out. And don’t touch anything!”
            “Much obliged, Captain Kurotsuchi,”chortled the one-eyed Commander. Hemoved for the exit with Nanao keeping pace behind him. He kept to himself, lost in thought, thoughAkon earned a look and a nod in passing.
            “Sir, at what point do we complywith Hyosube-dono’s wishes?” Nanaolooked back at the door Mayuri had sealed himself behind. “We’ll need to ask Captain Kurotsuchi to openthe Garganta into Hueco Mundo…”
            “I know,” droned Kyoraku as theystepped out into the sunlight. He suckedhis teeth at the brightness, tilting his head slightly into the glare. “So much work to do,” he groaned, “and Ihaven’t had even a taste of good sake on such a fine day.”
            “Captain Commander!”
            “Captain Kyoraku!”
            With a puzzled grunt, he turned tothe two voices, approaching from outside the perimeter of the Bureau ofResearch and Development. Kuchiki-sanand Abarai-san, waiting for news from above. He sighed heavily, and then gave Nanao a sideway smile. “How about we deliver some good news beforegetting to work?”
            Nanao gave a curt nod. “Understood.”
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            No two kids could act as anxious asIchigo and Orihime after he’d sputtered out his request and she accepted. Neither could look up from their hands, andIchigo’s stomach was turned to knots while Orihime’s appetite seemed to flarewith stress eating. Kirio passed out theglasses of warmed milk – “Much better for the nerves.” – but was addled bytheir changed behavior. Orihime jabberedonto strange tangents and chugged the milk like it was a draft. “I-I’d like another!” she practically slurredwhen hitting the emptied cup down.
            Kirio cocked her head, but thenlaughed and held up a hand. “Maybe thatwould be too much.”
            So after, Kirio said they could beon their way. Cleanup needed to begin,and Ichigo should explore his palace a bit now that his hunger was abated. Ichigo and Orihime complied, yet for alltheir want of solitude, they were loathe to claim it once outside the diningroom doors. Both stared off in differentdirections, waiting for the other to carry on from where they had left off.
            Could you make some time for me?
            Huh? Of-Of course, Kurosaki-kun! Asmuch time as you need! Orihimeregretted her overenthusiasm, but it was so unexpected for him to ask herthat! How else was she supposed torespond?! Maybe she should apologize forspeaking so candidly with him. He was aKing now; the Reio.
            No… When she turned to him, and he reflexively looked back at her, his eyesbright with curiosity and uncertainty, she realized that was not the case. He wasn’t some new deity. He was still Kurosaki-kun.
            My Kurosaki-kun.
            “Inoue?”
            She bit the inside of her bottom lipto restrain herself from speaking her heart at once. Yet when her mouth opened, she blurted in avolume that echoed in these broad and empty corridors, “Kurosaki-kun!”
            He gave a start at how loudly shebegan.
            “I just wanted to say…!”
            “These hallowed halls haven’texperienced such impudence before.”
            Both Orihime and Ichigo flinched,feeling like something spidery was crawling up their spines. The still shadows themselves seemed to shift,the atmosphere growing ominous like a sudden black cloud enveloped them.
            Shutara Senjumaru appeared betweenthem without making a sound. Orihimeshrieked, “Wah! Senjumaru-san! Please don’t sneakup on me like that!”
            “And again,” the Great Weavermurmured with a dismal smile turned to the healer, “you rattle the walls withyour voice. Reio-sama’s domicile isnormally so peaceful and quiet.”
            Marionette hands slithered acrossIchigo’s shoulders to either traverse his chest or fondle the lines of hisclenching throat.
            “Is this a sign that your rule shallbe chaotic and loud, Reio-sama?” Herleering gaze passed to him, and he could only utter her name inrecognition. “My advice would be a swiftadmonishment. A pat on the behind doesnot got as far as a full flogging”—She reveled in their shared look of shockand dismay—“but as a warning…”
            “Yah!” Orihime jumped, her crotch thrusting ahead ofher as one of Senjumaru’s hands shoved against her rump. Ichigo reacted like a weapon was used againsther; certainly overreacting as he asked if she was alright. It was more the following mortification, thatKurosaki-kun had witnessed the impropriety that Orihime faltered and hurriedlyrotated as if to hide a backside that was throbbing red. “No! Imean, yes, Kurosaki-kun! I’m alright!”
            Senjumaru tucked her smile looselybehind skeletal fingers, an airy “Heh” escaping her parted lips. Perhaps they would be amusing after all.
            But she was here more on businessthan pleasure, and before Ichigo could react, her hands were in his shihakushoand fingering the bands meant to restrain his powers. He yammered about her intrusiveness,particularly when she checked the straps closer to his groin. “Do you not remember our last meeting?” shejibed him calmly, sending a shiver through him as her hand brushed the insideof his thigh. “There is little more youcan show me that I have not already seen.”
            “H-Hey!” he jawed back, a deep shadeof crimson at the ridicule, particularly in front of Orihime. “Don’t talk about unnecessary things likethat!”
            “I wouldn’t need to”—The handsretracted and returned to their station behind her —“if you would simplycomply. You shouldn’t walk off sohastily. Urahara puts too much trust inyou. But you’ve only recently gained thestature of Reio. There’s no telling whateffects there might be with this new accessory.” She hooked a finger underneath the strap athis chest, her hand moving beyond the sight of eyes, and it seemed like she wasdrawing Ichigo toward her. He blinked,confused about their intimate proximity. “Unless you find a solution to your abundant reiatsu, we’ll have to keepmaking these straps.” The crooked fingermade a fist around the band. “And I donot make things that do not last, Kurosaki Ichigo.”
            Ichigo felt the weight of her wordsand nervously said that he understood. “I’ll figure it out,” he promised weakly.
            “Very good, Reio-sama.” She released him then and went on her way,not before telling Orihime that she was still welcome in the royalwardrobe. “So long as you can containyour voice.”
            “Yes~” cheered Orihime beforethinking better of it, hiding her smile and amending with a “Sorry” and then a“Thank you.” Senjumaru-san was kinderthan she let on; she just had boundary issues and little patience.
            But that was sidelined for now. It was the time she promised for Ichigo, andshe asked him with anxious excitement, “Do-Do you want to walk around abit? I know these places too!” She pointed to rooms in succession furtherdown the curving hall. “That door leadsto an empty room! And so does that one! That one there is a washroom, but it’s prettyempty too.”
            “Inoue,” Ichigo said behind herturned back. She clammed up, steeledherself, and turned to him with a wary “Yes?” He smiled, as if affirming something to both of them, and then reachedout to tentatively take her by the hand. The touch blazed for both of them; bolder than he had ever been before,but he seemed certain about it.
            Traversing the palace couldwait. He had time. He wasn’t certain this feeling could lastthrough another cycle, though, and needed to see it through.
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            “I certainly don’t feel comfortablewith it,” said Urahara in front of the monitors set up in the room Squad Zerohad permitted to him, “but monitoring Kurosaki-san’s vital signs is essentialfor the moment. For the Reio, nothingcan be left to chance. Now that he isawake, his reiatsu will fluctuate in different scenarios. I have faith in him, but we don’t know howReio’s power reacts to the human experience, the previous one being crystalizedfor so long.”
            “Yes, silence and isolation werebenefits to the past King. But historyis about piling new experiences upon the old.” Osho didn’t understand the numbers and beeps and lines, but he smiled atthem, as they surely meant no alarm at the moment. “Watching the new Reio-sama will awaken a newdawn for peace! Especially with his newSquad Zero!”
            “Hm?” Urahara turned from his readings to theMonk. “A new Squad Zero?”
            “That’s right. Though maybe it isn’t right to say new. Perhaps improved? We cannot simply dismiss the current guard,but Kurosaki Ichigo must name those he trusts, those he has faith in to provideprotection and service to him. Butunlike before, he will call upon every race, not simply Shinigami. For we will rescind the names Shinigami,human, Hollow, and Quincy, to return to what we once were, what was theobjective from the start: this will be a Squad of Balancers!”
            Urahara looked at him skeptically,and then smirked. “Ah, so that’swhy you gave Captain Commander-san such an arduous task.” He returned to the monitors, the lightflickering in his veiled eyes. “Kurosaki-san certainly has brought unity.”
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            “Kurosaki-san certainly hasbrought unity,” Urahara’s voice crackled over the microphone implanted inMayuri’s long headdress. All after thatwas more of a monologue, readings spoken out that Osho certainly couldn’tunderstand, but Mayuri could ignore it; his device knew to record such basicinformation, store it without him having to listen.
            “So that’s what they intend, isit?” He made a fist and hit hisdesktop. “Likely to steal my work fromme, the valuable females.” His eyesshifted to the zombies conversing languidly in the corner of the lab; zombiesin name and appearance, mostly, but they were still Hollow and Quincy. Worthless, the lot of them, he thought inanger!
            And yet…
            Mayuri’s eyes then broadened as athought occurred, and then his face squinted and stretched with a devioussmile, his cackling breaking out behind his clenched yellow teeth. “So the ‘human experience’, eh? Urahara, it’ll be your undoing, for I alwayswill get what I want. You two!” heshouted abruptly, addressing the two women lounging furthest from the others;Candice with her hands folded behind her head as she sat against the wall on atable, and Meninas standing nearby with a look of dismal interest in theArrancar. “It’s time for a makeover!”
            “A makeover?” Candice murmured, notmoving from her spot.
            “That’s right,” spat the gooddoctor. “It’s time to get you lookingpresentable! I’m disgusted having tolook at that shoddy craftsmanship that’s holding your wretched guts inside!”
            “What’s that?!” Candice sat forward, making a fist. “It’s you who made us look like this!”
            “Such an annoying man,” concurredMeninas right before the whole lot of zombies suffered for theirinsubordination.
            Mayuri took solace in the painedscreaming behind him, holding the button down for as long as the thoughtlingered on his lips. “You have thatzombie girl up there already with you, Urahara, but mine will be superior! Hee-hee-hee! Let’s see who gets the better of Reio-samafirst!”
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            “I don’t want to drag you intoanything, Inoue.”
            Ichigo had brought Orihime back tohis room. They hadn’t run into anyone onthe way, but it was a slow process; it felt like hours, yet their feet hadmoved briskly, like they both knew what was waiting for them when they shut thedoor behind them. Ichigo fumbled for abit, searching for the right words. Whatwas he supposed to say? What he felt wasmuch too complicated for that.
            He had found his way to the bed,dropping down at the edge, hunching onto his knees, contemplating the floorbetween his feet rather than his friend pressing herself back against thedoor. Orihime chose not to go with himto the bed, instead holding the door’s latch with one hand, pressing her weightagainst it like she was actively preventing anyone from interrupting… comingin! Her face turned red from theprior thought. There was nothing to‘interrupt’. It was just a talk;Kurosaki-kun just needed to decompress with a friend.
            That it was her was-was merelycoincidence! She tried to followTatsuki-chan’s constant advice and not let her wild fantastic mind contortreality.
            “I guess I’ve dragged you intosomething else now, haven’t I?” His headpicked up, and he was smiling that soft, genuine smile that made her stomachsuddenly feel airborne. She flinched,trying not to let herself smile rapturously or break down sobbing “Thankgoodness!”
            “No!” she refuted when she hadcontrol of herself, throwing her hands in front of her. “I mean, it’s not like I’m troubledhere…! Or…!” She flexed an arm, holding her bicep in amanner that much reminded him of Ikumi-san. “It’s great here! Kirio-san andNimaiya-kun have been really nice…!”
            The second name gave Ichigo doubts,his eyebrows flattening.
            “And Osho-san is always so helpfulexplaining everything! And-And theyreally…!” Her hands began to wringacross themselves distractingly in front of her, pulling her eyes down tothem. “I… I’m really just so happy thatthey were able to help you.”
            “Right…”
            They had just eaten, but Ichigo waspining for a bread loaf right about now; personally selected by Inoue with acheery “Try this one! I made itmyself!” Discussions between them – eventhe ones that weren’t so easy – were just so much more pleasant over bread andcoffee (or tea).
            “Ahh~”
            He looked up with she made thatlong, droning but sweet sound of want. She’d fallen back against the door with the softest thump.
            It wasn’t easy for him to ignore thewaggle of her loosely-contained breasts on impact.
            Her eyes were staring upward,seemingly lost in daydreaming. Shelooked so childish, yet so much like the buxom woman who had bravely held tohis side these long years.
            “I wish we had some of the bakery’sbread~” she whined, inadvertently causing Ichigo to twitch, his posturelifting. She laughed and rubbed herhead, apologizing for her sounding gluttonous or ungrateful. “It’s not that Kirio-san’s bread isn’tgood! It’s just the bread from home…!”
            How quick Kurosaki-kun had clearedthe space between them. Without Shunpoor any hyper-speed step. He’d gone ather in brisk and determined strides, on instinct, full aware of hisdestination. He grabbed her wrist andpulled her arm aside; tender but forceful. Her arm would have been between them. The control he exhibited when he pinned her hand to the door withknocking force, yet he didn’t harm her one bit…
            “K-Kurosaki-kun?” she got out in agasp. It almost felt the uncontrollableHollow within had taken his senses.
            But those eyes on hers weredefinitely her Kurosaki-kun.
            In that moment, of seeing silvershimmering brilliantly in his deep, milk-chocolate eyes, she relaxed and tensedand held her breath and expected the plunge and follow-through.
            She was flat against the door – Shewriggled in sidestep to get around the handle poking her rear. – and madeIchigo stoop from his height to catch her lips with his own. She made a sound like a whimper when he sealedit, and then she was still. Outwardly,she was still. Inwardly, she was aracing heart, a flipflopping stomach, frozen lungs, and a mind of cartwheelsand fireworks.
            Kurosaki-kun…
            She seemed to melt, muscles comingundone, Ichigo’s other hand supporting at her waist. The hand he pressed to the wall had openedand waited; waited until his hand drifted up and melded their fingers togetherand locked tight, passionate, together.
            He pulled back a little, exhaling awarm breath to her nape as his head hung somewhat. She, contrarily, lifted, her bosoms risinghigh with her breath, eyes open and expectant while awaiting the aftermath ofher first kiss. His first kiss(she correctly presumed). Their firstkiss!
            Theirs!
            She was wondering how she had keptherself from cheering and giggling excitedly.
            “Sorry,” he should say. He had acted brash, hadn’t known how she feltor her feelings for him. Ichigo shouldhave behaved better. “Sorry,” he shouldsay, but didn’t. Even in the rush ofthings, it felt right; not so different from when he crossed blades with anenemy and could read their heart. Butthis feeling transcended it. He saw hereyes, and knew he was undone.
            Their hands, fingers, joined againstthe door to her left.
            Her eyes were beautiful as theywatched him, waiting. They expected noapology, no explanation. Blood rushedand filled the round cheeks, not very different from himself. Not that he could see himself – except forthe reflection in her eyes – but he felt the heat of embarrassment andexcitement rushing through him. Almostfelt like he could hurl, his stomach felt so dizzy.
            But watching her steadied him.
            He… gazed down. Her breasts were up against his sternum;large, flattened mound of ample, warm flesh. As he had assessed before, it was an entirely revealing outfit. And he hadn’t been gladder for it than thismoment.
            He surged with another kiss beforeeither of them were actually recovered, and this time, Orihime flung her freearm around his neck to hold him. Shekissed back with great enthusiasm, wanting him to experience the same sky-higheuphoria her dreams had taken her to. Normally so reserved, she now thrust her body against him, letting himfeel her contours, offering them to him, though he was much too bashful atpresent to seize them. It was more thanenough that his feet could hardly keep beneath him.
            There was a rumbling in his core,much like a hungry feeling, but his appetite was slaked by Kirio’s buffet. What he wanted, Inoue was now offering. Unable to stop himself, he tore his mouthfrom hers, and before she could catch her breath and utter his name, he toreopen her top, and her breasts leapt out in conflicting, jumbling bounds.
            She got his name out then and threwher arm across her pink and hard tips. But then, seeing how he was looking at her…
            Their joined hands tightenedtogether, and her arm slipped away to grab at his robes.
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            “I have great faith in CaptainKurotsuchi~♪” mused Urahara as he went over the calculations of reiatsu outputof a vessel for Reio. “Competingscientists always pushes discovery to its next plateau! By reviewing his findings, I’m sure to comeup with even better solutions to help serve Kurosaki-san’s time as Reio-sama!”
            “Tch! Sounds like you’re using your fellowShinigami like a stepping stone.”
            “Oh, not at all.” Urahara pulled back from his keyboard, hisfingers still running over the keys, inputting data flawlessly. “We relish our rivalry as the best offriends, I’m sure.”
            “How dumb… Crunch!!”
            “Aw~ Why do we even need to be here~♥” Giselle laid across the floor, kicking herfeet through the air, chin propped in her hands to watch the boring lights andnumbers and graphs flicker across the screen. “I hear Bambi-chan’s at a hot spring of blood. Oh~♥” She gushed, fantasizing about such a gruesome thing. “I wanna see her soaked in blood~” She drooled while NaNaNa looked incredulouslyat her, his lips arched in a sneer.
            “She’s right,” he said all the sameto Urahara. “What are we doinghere? The War’s over. Candi and Meni went below, so why are westaying here?”
            Liltotto spat out the sucker stick,spent of its candy, and went to the next in the basket the hefty member ofSquad Zero supplied for her; to keep her docile. “You’re both just too stupid to have anattention span longer than two seconds,” she grumbled, deepthroating a twizzledlollipop.
            “Yeah right,” laughed Giselle. “Like you understand any of it, Lil-chan.”
            “More than you.” Sharp, stone-hard fangs crushed the hardcandy, and she moved to the next.
            “Captain Kurotsuchi put a license onCandice Catnipp-san and Meninas McAllon-san,” explained Urahara, returned tohis computer screen with intensified vigor. “He, for lack of a more respectful term, ‘owns’ them for the timebeing. I’ve decided simply to requestyour attendance and ask for cooperation.”
            “Who says we want tocooperate?” NaNaNa folded his long andlanky arms, maintaining his crooked sneer. “His Majesty is dead, and the Quincy are down to just the three of us.” He held up three fingers from his cross-armedstance. “Without Yhwach’s amplification,we’re even less effective.”
            “But your ability in particular isof great significance!” Urahara consoled and flattered him. “With just a little observation with yourUnderbelly technique, I was able to devise the straps that can restrict Kurosaki-san’soutput for longer durations. Imagine howmuch more you could help restrain him if you watched him even longer!”
            NaNaNa’s sneer ticked to anunpleasant smile. “Imagine,” hehalf-chortled, and then strode over to help himself to one of Lilotto’scandies; she was not happy about that.
            A sudden panel flashed on Urahara’sscreen, disrupting his patterns with a fluctuating set of graphs. None of the three Quincy could make heads ortails of what was being displayed, but it seemed that one chart was rising asanother descended.
            Urahara made a confused grunt. “Strange. Kurosaki-san’s reiatsu is… suddenly evening out on its own, but hisadrenalin is spiking.” He cupped hischin in wonder. “Just what is hedoing? Hmm. I suppose I should have put more cameras tomonitor him at all times.”
            “Ho-ho! We can’t allow that, you know,” bellowedOsho, standing solemnly to one side, merely a spectator in thisconference. Of course, outsiders alwaysneeded a strong presence to keep watch in a place as sacred at Reiokyu. “If there was such surveillance all the time,who knows what could happen if it fell into the wrong hands?!” As Urahara begrudgingly conceded – but with apolite air – Osho combed his beard with thick fingers. “I’m sure Kurosaki Ichigo will be more thanhelpful enlightening us to his technique.”
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            Orihime’s back was rushed againstthe door, thudding with Ichigo’s impatient weight behind it. They kissed in frenzy, whimpering andgrunting and moaning as his hands seized her curves; bottom, hips, bust. She’d liberated him too, peeling down hisrobes from his arms, careful not to disjoint the straps that held his newpowers together. Not just because theyreined in his Soul King reiatsu, but because Urahara-san would likely bealerted to tampering, and she just could not bear his interruption this time.
            “Inoue,” he whispered desperatelywhen their lips parted for air. She wasdisheveled, her auburn hair falling in tresses across her face, sticking to theperspiration running across her brow. She tried vainly to push them back.
            Suddenly, his mouth was at her neck. Her hands swung around, latching onto him,fingers digging into his rigid muscle as she squeaked his name. It tickled! Her neck tickled where he kissed! Her giggles were airy and mixed with moans. She turned her head to try to prevent hervulnerable spots from being targeted, and at the same time, tried to giveherself to him unreservedly.
            It thrilled her when she waselevated even higher on the door in an exhibition of his raw might. Sure, she overestimated her weight, but itwas no bother to him; least of all when he was on a path to her breasts. Him coming eyelevel with them had renewed herinsecurities, but before she could clap her hands over her breasts, he waslooking straight at them, and with boundless appreciation and hunger.
            He stalled, uncertain of himself fora moment. At this point, he was supposedto…! It was shocking of himself toconsider it. He’d repressed his urgesfor so long – with great or losing effort at times – that it almost feltwrong. It deserved some chiding; Inouewas waiting with breath reserved in her bosom.
            He gave and went for a peachy nipple. No leading tonguing or kisses; he surroundedthe standing nub with his mouth and suckled fervently at it. He liked the feel of it – the plush fleshfilling his mouth with each draw – but the sounds spilling from Orihime’s gapedmouth enthralled his journey! He coursedhis tongue in circles, trying to implement some technique to this newfounddelight, eyes turning up to watch her; her chin was brought in to crane herhead and watch back. There was noremorse or uncertainty there. Just thefacial expression of passion akin to the word Go.
            He switched to the other, containinghimself… or maybe the opposite. He didnot immediately suck the top of this breast into his mouth and instead rolledhis tongue across her flushed, heated flesh, rounding her contracted areolalike a kid carefully coloring within the lines. Orihime yipped when he teased the center, and only the center. The thick, pebbled nipple radiated pleasurewhen the touches became so discrete and methodical. Finally, he took it in entirely and suckedveraciously on it; tickly, but Orihime was excited by the feeling than when hislips were brushing against her throat.
            Her heat had plummeted in her,swelling and sweltering at one certain spot that she was very anxious forKurosaki-kun to inspect. As of now, herlegs bowed around him, her apex to his stomach, holding him. He might feel her gained arousal against hisflesh when not so busy bustling her big breasts!
            His hands were underneath, cuppingthem for his mouth to adore. Same ofeach, yet her right breast reacted more to his touch. Perhaps it was because of his mouth doting onthat nipple, but every squeeze made her jolt and grind to him. Her left breast was torturously fix. Was he somehow teasing her in his explorationof her body?
            “Kurosaki-kun!” she pleaded.
            That was enough. Ichigo himself seemed to find it unbearableto wait long. Before he could ask, hehad her on the bed. The bed he slept onfor a solid week, while she watched over him… Now he mounted her, taking time for quick, reassuring kisses beforeattending the sash holding his costume together.
            Senjumaru-san’s work wasremarkable. The knot was tight, yet thematerial came loose with the right tug, and Ichigo was crawling out of robes,hakama, everything except his boxer-briefs – again, Senjumaru-san’s handiwork.
            His full body so far had been amarvel – Orihime fearing the onset of a nosebleed for all the coloring of herface – but soon she laid her eyes bare upon the front of his underwear.
            Kurosaki-kun’s underwear! She’d almost lost herself in girlish giggles;not because they were embarrassing or cute or anything, but because the merethought of him stripped down so far was such a fancy to her! She was not known for the most mature ways ofthinking.
            But it was distended, she saw, infront. She was a woman, and just asIchigo had indulged in self-discovery pleasures, she had done the same. For her, there had been plenty of times whenwandering, intrusive thoughts had wound up ruining the venture. When it came to undressing Kurosaki-kun inher vivacious fantasies, they’d go askew to other thoughts and memories;mostly, to when Tatsuki-chan had gotten a hold of a condom and decided to tryit out on a cucumber, pickle, or banana. Kurosaki-kun in her dreams would remove his underwear, and there’d be acucumber or – for the sake of his colors – a carrot sticking out from hiships. “Amazing, Kurosaki-kun,” she’d sayin those dreams. “It would go great withhoney and red chili.”
            She had not moved, but her eyes werefixed expectantly; that was permission enough for Ichigo to commence. Albeit, awkwardly… Undressing had never been an issue for himbefore – unless there was a watchful audience! – yet the simple mechanics ofgetting the waistband of his underwear down seemed overly complicated at themoment.
            Until, with an uncomfortable wince…
            Orihime gasped loudly, her bodyrocking in surprise; breasts wobbling did not go completely unnoticed to hiseye. She herself tried to look up athim, but was transfixed. This wasKurosaki-kun without his underwear. There was no sense of giggling now; just stupor and heightenedcuriosity. It was definitely big. Tatsuki-chan, after fitting the banana withthe latex, had held it up and smirked slyly. “You think it’s like this?” she had teased her flustered friend.
            It’s not, she could now replyto her.
            Kurosaki-kun’s was large, blunt andround at the tip with a spotting of moisture procuring from the cutestslit. The length was lean, withpronounced tubes running beneath it. Sacwas filled with two orbs, bloated and tight.
            And-And they want to releasetheir…! Their stuff! Orihime gulped, knowing what that meant,regardless of how vaguely she recounted health class’s lessons.
            Ichigo looked semi-embarrassed fromher rapt attention to his matter, but he was hardly dissuaded. Never mind what happened in those damn pornvideos Keigo snuck into his backpack – “Because we’re all guys!” Keigo woulddefend this lewd prankery. – he needn’t Orihime to behave so debased.
            Not yet, for his own mouth wateredas he contemplated what he more he could do to make her feel good.
            “Oh!” chirped Orihime whenshe felt his hands awkwardly shift the end of her dress. Laughing sheepishly, momentarily broken fromher hypnotism by his thingy, she offered an apology. “I-I guess it’s fair to-to let yousee…!” She trailed off before she couldsay too much or say something – to her – inappropriate.
            She could have dealt with the waistand pulled the dress off entirely; get it out of the way. However, logic did well eluding the arousedmind. She hurriedly – as she was took panickedto take it slow, afraid she might change her mind if given a moment’s respite –hiked up the dress, revealing her long, smooth legs, up to her generous thighs– which she showed off in those high shorts that she thought might make Kurosaki-kunblush – and let him discover the risqué underwear she wore. Clearly part of the overly-generous design ofUrahara’s preference – He at least had been gentlemanly enough to provideoptions, but Orihime was surprisingly swooned by how cute yet mature theylooked. – Ichigo lost composure to a loud gulp of intimidation. Her entire outfit was certainly meant to grabattention, and her underwear was no different. Silk briefs riding high to her groin without clinging, lacy fringes, andhigh-arched waist to hike up on her hips. It was something a man could expect from his bride on the wedding night. It certainly worked on Ichigo’s appetite.
            His pause brought unfounded dread toOrihime, whose already-frantic mind began to race with fantasticalcircumstances. She tried to hide awayher underwear, knees starting to cross over one another, her hands lifting tocover – what they could – of her breasts, for it was not so simple to justslide them back into their craftily-untrustworthy straps without completelydisrobing first. “I…! I’m sorry, Kurosaki-kun! I thought…! Maybe we shouldn’t have…!”
            Ichigo pushed up her dress before itcould steal one more inch of her skin from his sight. He pinned the hem up under his hands, next toher waist, reveling in the exposure. Theintensity of his unwavering gaze – and he looked so innocent too, like abewildered and amazed child – weighed on her like an immensely-powerful beinghad just flexed overwhelming reiatsu.
            She could move… but she couldn’t.
            With a soft, surrendering whimper,she brought her hands from her breasts and held them submissively to hersides. She hadn’t felt like thisbefore. Chills similar to when Chizuru-chanwould accidentally (…) grope her in inappropriate places were stirring, but ledher to feelings of comfort and want, like wanting the last cupcake on displayand getting it; the impatient wait as it was carefully packaged for transport. And then the final sit down at thetable… The unwrapping…
            Kurosaki-kun’s hand went and tuggedat her panties. He could have rippedthem from her with that sort of strength, and she would forgive him instantlyfor it. She was so warm there, almost asif suffocating; maybe drowning? Shewasn’t sure what to do, as her mind was so filled with thoughts, with Kurosaki-kun!running in frantic repeat. Luckily, herbody responded on its own. Her buttockslifted slightly, and Ichigo was allowed to draw them down.
            Another loud swallow behind a long,tight mouth. Ichigo’s cheeks burned whenhe finally got to set eyes there. Awoman’s mound, well-kempt of auburn curls, and a flared set of pink glisteninglips leading to her depths. Well, he wasnot ignorant, and with grades like hers, neither was she. He’d gotten her panties to her knees when helost interest in them; Orihime kindly shuffled her feet out of them asdiscretely as possible, leaving those nice panties in a strewn heap behindthem.
            Her legs involuntarily parted,demonstrating the attractive fullness of her thighs as they pulled apart. Ichigo, Reio shaking with anxiety, had accessto her body. He wasn’t sure he deservedit, yet also wanted to explore intimately.
            The urge of his erection would notallow him countenance to indulgence. Hisbeating heart was loud, deafening. Heneeded relief from this growing pressure. He needed relief. And most ofall, he needed her.
            “Ah!” Orihime gasped when hecrawled over her, positioning himself. It was so sudden after a moment of exposure that might have seemed tolast forever. “Kurosaki-kun!”
            Is this it?! she wanted toask aloud, but could not find her voice. Nor could she transform the noises coming from her lips into anythingcomprehensible. Her legs arched at hissides, preparing. The big thing hesported between his legs was finding its mark with the guide of his hand. It felt very good, and she cinched up whenhis oozy tip nuzzled the hidden nub under its hood that she normally coaxedwith her own fingers to feel good. Thiswas better. And it came with thebreathtaking exhilaration of cresting the highest point of a roller coasterwhen he bumped up against her entrance. She was so tight – engorged too from her arousal, and he was large. There was barely yield or any indication thathe had found what he wanted.
            “Kurosaki-kun…”
            “Inoue.”
            Eyes locked, and he pushed in.
            It was like her whole body had beena triggered snare trap when all her limbs suddenly closed on him. It actually pushed the air out of his lungswith an “Omph!” when she pulled him onto her. She breathed shakily, whimpering, while herbody yielded, hips flexing toward his member. She might have been a virgin, but the slickness of her walls wasabundant and even made it possible for him to go in with ease; little to nodiscomfort for her, after an active life in the dojo with Tatsuki-chan. Still, his size pressed her open as he slidin deeper and deeper.
            She was much more vocal than him, asif trying to reach musical notes but stopping abruptly. Despite her earlier reservations about theirintimacy – Ichigo’s eyes casting across her body – that didn’t matter as she methis chest upon hers. He seemed morefocused on breathing, inhaling the reishi-rich air of Reiokyu with heavy draftsof the scent of Inoue’s nape. Whatlittle he read of erotica – normal curiosity when bothering to read novels atall – should have given some guidance to this momentous occasion, yet hecouldn’t seem to put anything into practice. He couldn’t whisper sweetly to her, he couldn’t hold her hips – Thisvantage just did not make it practical; probably for more experienced partners…– he couldn’t even smile reassuringly down at her. He could just hold her, breathe anxiously,and turn his hips up into Orihime’s niche until he crashed against the back.
            He knew he’d done something wrong bythe pitch of her voice when he struck there again. His head turned, eye peeking. “Inoue?”
            She immediately shook her head,forcing a smile against the blush and perspiration on her face. “It’s fine,” she said, breathless. Half of a truth; it did cause somediscomfort, but she was wholly willing to endure it for the delicious payoff. Him, Kurosaki-kun, his… his thing! Pickle thing! Stretching out her shuddering quim, her feeling, experiencing everyridge grinding against her smooth walls! In the brief hitches of silence, she could hear his flesh slidingthrough hers, like cream spreading over a baguette.
            Ichigo could at least decipher hersmall deception. She liked it – probablyas much as he did – but he must be…
            He wavered with a euphoric shudder,realizing then how hard it would be to control himself.
            … but he must be careful about howdeep he penetrated.
            He said something small, someawkward and vague caution about his intentions, and then slowly backedout. It was just as pleasurable as goingin! He slowed with a drawn-out inhale. She sounded happy – overwhelmed – by it, hernails digging into the skin of his shoulder blades. Just as quick, she relaxed.
            Don’t hurt him.
            As if the sensation of herfingernails had done anything but spur him.
            He almost dropped his hips forwardin response. He didn’t; it would hurther. He went back in slowly until hefelt he’d encroached too close to the barricade that made her yip. He pulled back, went back in, groaning allthe while, Orihime struggling to find a pattern of breath. His hips started to quicken the more he wasfamiliar with this effort. No differentthat swinging Zangetsu for the first time. He let his body go, instinct driving him, mind only holding him backfrom hurting her.
            “Kurosaki-kun!” Orihime sounded astounded, overcome by histempered hips. Her legs didn’t justsqueeze in from the sides now; her feet made it to the small of his back,ankles locking tightly to keep him from backing out. Perhaps to hide her embarrassment or simplyseeking comfortable refuge against another’s body. They hadn’t even realized how slick they’dbecome with sweat, despite the refreshing atmosphere of this heaven. Even with the open balcony to the right ofthe shimmying bed, the air mogged with the hot scent of their sex. Pressing down on her caused her wet breaststo squish noisily beneath his chest – She expressed some initial embarrassmentto the sound. – but it was little concern as he went at her core harder, theeffort to refrain from totally impaling her showing on his red straining face.
            In his mind, he thought of the wayshe could make this better for her. Stroke her clit, grab at her breasts, kiss her; all were viable, butjust the thought of doing so was making him tick faster to his inevitable conclusion. How long had it been since he filled a tissueby himself? The feeling of impendingrelease was far more intense with someone. His balls, smacking up against her clenchedbackside, hadn’t felt so close to bursting before. His tip was afflicted by such ravenouspleasure that he almost recoiled from sheer intensity.
            His name became her mantra, over andover gasping it, rising in ecstasy and pitch. And it did well for him when her walls began to firm up, condensingaround him. He didn’t know if that wasgood, but he couldn’t stop to ask, and by her response – all limbs hugging him– he was assured that he hadn’t done anything wrong up to the point where sheburst, a sudden upheaval against him, strength enough to carry – or at leastendure – his weight when her back arched off the bed. Her breasts squeezed and puffed against hissternum, her face pinched up though her mouth stretched wide with a final, long“Kurosaki-ku~n!!”
            Wetness. All over his lap. He’d be genuinely concerned and pause, butfor the instinct to drive at her harder and harder! He didn’t bother with long strokes that madeher tremble deliciously. He just keptrunning his tip against that solid barricade, nuzzling it when he pressedin. Harder and harder, past the point ofhis own control. He captured her handsand yanked them off his body, lacing their fingers as they were pinned to hersides. “Inoue,” he seethed, hiships making a final, dramatic curl with all his muscle locking up. “Guah!” he exhaled like he’d beenholding his breath. The barrier droppedand let loose the full flow of his genes. His balls relieved themselves, jettisoning their payload in heavy, wetspasms through the head coaxing Orihime’s cervix.
            In her repose – though it was agradual descent – Orihime felt the unexpected volley landing wet against herinsides. It was so very warm! She took a sharp breath and held it, herbreast swelling with the air, her coming to terms with what was happeningwithin her, what Kurosaki-kun’s twitching thing was donating to her. Her mind immediately reeled with a thought –as his pumping juices continued – of a rampant waterway flooding her tocapacity, bloating her like a balloon, bigger and bigger until…
            “Umph…!” Orihime stopped when all of Kurosaki-kun’sweight fell on her, his face buried in the pillow, limbs sprawling, cock stilldeep inside of her, surrounded by his own deposit. His body heaved with deep gasps of air. Orihime had to breathe quicker to get air inunder the compression, but aside from that, she loved the weight of him on topof her! Like a heavy blanket thatbreathed and sweated against her and made the apex of her legs feel warm andpleasant! His fingers had loosened, soshe brought her hands around him again while she stared with a gaping smile tothe ceiling. That was so good! So good, she could devolve into a fit ofexcited giggles!
            She hugged him like a huge teddybear.
            Kurosaki-kun♥
            In embrace, they recovered. Obviously, Ichigo regained himself first,lifting himself off of her, no doubt considering his body pressing down on herto be a discomfort. I don’t mind,Orihime would say. She gulped as hegazed down at her. His eyes were sodeep, intense, astray. Apologetic.
            Her heart began to beat a bit fasteras a fear built in her bosom. This was asweet, tender experience! She would hatefor it to be ruined by apology or regret. It might not have been entirely romantic – and she was perfectly finewith that, so long as it was with him – but she treasured thisexperience! Kurosaki-kun’s lips, histouches, kisses, admiration, willingness, shyness…! All of it was the experience of him. Of them, together! Romance would have been candlelight, stars,full moon, a beach background, their wedding night…
            She froze up at the thought.
            W-Wedding?
            THEIR?! Joint, shared, together?! With Kurosaki-kun!!
            She nearly squealed from her owndelusion. Her hands did make it to hercheeks with a clap.
            “Inoue.” His voice was low and husky.
            Orihime’s silly smile lessened. He sounded bothered or… something else. He-He wasn’t going to say those threeromantic words, was he? She wasn’tentirely sure she was prepared to hear them. Let her breathe a little! Myheart my explode, she wanted to warn him. She took in a deep breath in expectation, fearing what might come if hesaid it…
            Or, maybe it was something moreconsiderate. Maybe he was hungry! She was hungry! This built up an appetite! She wanted something sweet and creamy! She’d happily hold his hand if they frolickedfrom the room back to the kitchen. “Kirio-san~”sang this fictional caricature of Kurosaki-kun dressed like a prince withOrihime holding him around the waist as they rode in on a white stallion. “A pickled sausage under flan!”
            “Kurosaki-kun,” laughedOrihime, “you’ve gotten even better at rhyming!”
            “I was…”
            Orihime blinked out of her daydream,returned to underneath Ichigo. Shewaited with bated breath.
            His eyes had avoided hers, withobvious insecurity. She wondered if it’dbe alright to pet his hair – It looked so soft. – and tell him it was alrightto want a snack…
            “Can we do it again?”
            …
            Orihime stared at him, blindsided bythis request. Yet, she already felt himstiff within her folds. In fact, shecould not recall any sort of diminishing after he sprayed the white stuff inher.
            He looked at her so innocently. She could see herself reflected in hisalmond-brown eyes, see the warmth there. Despite all the responsibility he had, he was still her Kurosaki Ichigo.
            She blushed. “Um… o-okay.”
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Thisobviously is my reimagining of ‘The Royal Palace Brides’. Better title, Japanesey words to make itsound more regal, less filibuster, more focus, broader plot. Anyway, expect some things to play out moreor less the same, but with a better timeframe: Bambietta, for example, willhave a similar story to RPB.
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