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My Pride, My Lust, and My Love	By : RaizenYusuke Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 35908 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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I churned out a fifth chapter. It is still centered on Rukia and Orihime right now. I was going to try to add Tatsuki to it, but decided against it. The chapter was getting long enough as it was and I had to split it up into two chapters.
She kissed him. He felt her lips pressed against his hard. She was unyielding in her ravaging. She wasn’t satisfied with just his lips. The sharp prick he felt digging into his bottom lip told him that she wanted him to open his mouth and begin her plundering. Her aggression alarmed him. Why he was so alarmed by this type of aggression he didn’t know. Last night had showed him how aggressive of a lover the petite woman could be. Despite her diminutive size it didn’t hinder her in pushing him against a tree in the school yard. This action surprised him enough to part his lips ever so slightly.
It was all the opening Rukia needed. Her tongue invaded his mouth. The depowered Shinigami began her plundering and forcefully stole a moan from him. What the hell had gotten into her? Rukia was aggressive and demanding last night, but this was reckless. Ichigo wondered what the hell she was thinking about. He hadn’t seen her at lunch. She disappeared by the time he gotten done inviting Ishida to eat with him. He thought it was strange at the time since she always had lunch with him and his friends, but let it go. He didn’t need Keigo and Mizuiro to think he actually liked having lunch with her. They would assume the wrong thing of course. There was no way in hell that he liked her like that.
That sounded contradictory considering he was making out with her at this very moment. Or was she making out with him? He couldn’t tell anymore. She wasn’t even giving him a chance to respond to her greedy kiss. Low moans began to vibrate from her. God she was making it pretty damn hard to think of anything besides the lips and tongue that were caress the insides of his mouth. The things she could do with her tongue were short of amazing. Damn her mouth felt so fucking good. He obviously knew she was that good or maybe his memory was just that bad. Why wasn’t he kissing her back again?
Before the awakening lust could possess him reason took hold of his mind. Suddenly he remembered why he wasn’t kissing her. First she disappeared at the start of the lunch period then he didn’t see her again until after it ended. He caught sight of her loitering on a tree with some dazed expression. It was unlike Rukia to be spaced out. Instead of going to class he went to her. When they came face to face with each other she grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him into this heated kiss. The kiss was out of nowhere.
With much willpower the Substitute broke the kiss. His lungs rapidly ate up oxygen they were deprived of. He hadn’t realized how long they had been kissing or that his lungs were burning from lack of oxygen. “What’s wrong?” she asked. Her violet orbs wash over him. Curiosity coated them. The girl had no clue why he stopped the kiss.
“I should be asking you that,” he shot back. “What the hell has gotten into you?”
Normally an indignant question like that would provoke an equally indignant response from Rukia. However, instead of seeing her scowl Ichigo saw a seductive smirk plastered onto her lips. That smirk was nothing, but trouble. He remembered all too well what that smirk had ushered in last night.
“I was hoping it would be you,” Rukia replied sultry. Her arms wrapped themselves around his broad shoulders. “I need you inside of me. I’ve been itching to have your cock inside of me all day long.” Before her eyes the boy’s face became enflamed. She would forever find amusement in how easily she could make him blush. In so many ways Ichigo was already a man, but in other ways he was still just a boy at heart. If he was going to blush she would give him something to blush about. She attacked his throat and unleashed a fury of heated kisses.
“Ah,” Ichigo moaned. The heat danced across his skin. Small shock waves of pleasure pulsed throughout his throat. Her fingers ran through his hair, massaging his scalp roughly. “Rukia,” he called. She silenced him instead by claiming his lips again. Desire poured into him. The kiss was so raw yet needy at the same time. It screamed to him that she would not be denied and that she would take everything he had to offer. It burned. Oh god did it burn. His inhabitations, fears, and even his reason were all slowly being burned away by her passion. Without realizing it Ichigo kissed her back. This vixen of a woman was too much. He never would have thought someone as tight assed as Rukia would be this wild. They were fooling around outside of the school in the yard. There was no telling who could be watching them.
Something brushed his swelling manhood. His eyes opened slowly at first. Lust clouded her actions from her just as it had the previous night. Already her hands worked their positioning over his crotch. “I want this.” Her voice was clear, yet overflowing with lust. Rukia’s hand dove into his pants and roughly took hold of his dick. “I want this,” she repeated. As if to emphasize her point her fingers stroked him.
“Shit,” he moaned. Ichigo couldn’t comprehend why all of this was happening. Rukia had her hand in his pants, giving him a hand job out in the open for god’s sake! Something was seriously wrong with this girl. At the same time it felt so right. The way her fingers brushed against his hardening shaft with the perfect mixture of delicacy and firmness was perfection. It would be all too easy to just give into this impromptu hand job and embrace the pleasure she was offering. This woman had many pleasures for him to indulge in. Ichigo wanted nothing more than to push her up on the tree and fuck her as hard and as long as he could, but he couldn’t without exposing himself before the school. There was no telling how many wandering eyes in the classrooms would find them out there.
If a teacher found them Ichigo could forget about ever getting back to class on time again. They would kick him out. “Rukia, we can’t do this,” he said in a half moan. The raven haired woman continued with stroking. Would anything deter her? He grabbed her arm to force her to stop. He made sure not to squeeze too hard, but still have a firm enough grip to keep her arm in place.
Annoyance was found on her face this time. “Why are you so hesitant?” she groaned. “You were more than receptive last night.”
Ichigo glared at her. Was she really that stupid? Rukia was still ignorant on a lot about the modern world, but surely she had to have enough sense to know having sex in a public area was taboo. Ichigo doubted this was the normal in Shinigami society. “We’re outside!” he cried. “We’re outside fooling around right in view of the classroom windows. People can see us if they look outside! Do you understand just how easy it would be for us to get caught?” That seemed to have finally gotten through to the girl’s head. Rukia stopped fighting him thankfully. Her annoyance continued to make itself known, but she could look however she wanted to as long as she stopped molesting him out in the courtyard. Now if he could only get her to take her hand out of his pants.
As much as she hated to admit this Ichigo was right. This wasn’t going to work. They were too out in the open to continue. What had she been thinking? ‘The problem is I wasn’t thinking at all,’ she thought. What was wrong with her? She hadn’t been thinking clearly all day. That was probably expected considering how rough her night had been. Her night with Ichigo had provided her with an excellent distraction from her worries, but all too soon did those worries consume her when sex ended. Worries became nightmares that haunted her, keeping her from fully embracing sleep. Visions of her Substitute’s lifeless body sprawled out on the ground with a faceless Shinigami standing above him plagued her mind.
Damn if the nightmares didn’t become more vivid as they went on. At one point she could feel the blood on her hands and smell it. Rukia had to check on Ichigo once to confirm it was only a dream. Even looking at him right now couldn’t drive away the nightmares fully. God, what mess she was. What the hell was she thinking about? Trying to solicit sex from her protégé out in the open like this was beyond stupid. Even Ichigo could see that and he had to battle with his raging teenage hormones. What did that say about her if Ichigo was the one acting as the voice of reason?
“Rukia,” Ichigo called again. There was less annoyance than before, but his stare was still hard. Considering what else was hard she couldn’t blame him. “What the hell is wrong with you?” he asked again. It was a fair question, yet Rukia didn’t have an answer for him, at least not an answer she was willing to share with him. Seeing his eyes consumed by frustration and anger was still reassuring after seeing them so lifeless in her nightmares. He was alive. This was reality. Rukia was so happy of that. How long would it be before reality matched her dreams though? When would Soul Society finally come looking for her?
“Hey!” he exclaimed, thrusting reality on her. “Are you even listening to me!?” What the hell was wrong was with her? First she was all seductive and now she was all spacy. Knowing Rukia if he asked her what was wrong she would just ignore him or deflect the conversation to something else. Really unless Rukia wanted to talk to him there was no way he could pry answers from her. Did he even have a right to demand answers from her? She respected his feelings about his mother and stopped asking about her. Last night it was his intention to let her be until she was ready to talk. He didn’t want to be a hypocrite. It was annoying as hell though. “Whatever, let’s just get back to class.”
Ichigo started walking when Rukia grabbed his arm. This was getting ridiculous now. If she didn’t want to open up to him that was her business, but when it was impeding with his life that was when he was going to put his foot down. Rukia wasn’t going to control his life. He wasn’t going to stop everything he was doing just to humor her when it had nothing to do with Hollows. He turned around preparing to tell her off, until he found that troublesome gleam barring up at him. Suddenly he was reminded of his hardening member. Ichigo hated how Rukia was seemingly gaining this power over him without even trying.
“I would hate to let you go back to class all rigid.” The pun was painful, but then again so was his erection. Ichigo was forced to admit that the delivery of the line helped sell it as well as she did. The short space between them grew even shorter. Those damn hands of hers were already sneaking their way to the waistband of his pants. “Please allow me to take care of you.”
He was pissed and turned on all at the same time. Ichigo tried to focus on his anger, yet his other head refused to quiet down so easily. “I told you we can’t do that here,” he growled in annoyance. Rukia wasn’t deterred at all. She wore that stupid sexy smirk of hers. ‘Shit! Did I really just think that smirk was sexy?’ This had to stop. That smirk was annoying and smug. It wasn’t sexy. No, never sexy, it represented everything he couldn’t stand about her. He couldn’t find it sexy. He shouldn’t find it sexy.
“I know not here. People will see us,” she teasingly echoed his words back at him. Ichigo didn’t see the humor in the situation. That was fine with her. She didn’t needed to win him over to her brand of humor for what she had instore for them. She purposely positioned her hands on the edge of the waistband of his pants. “No one will see us on the roof.”
He was being stupid. There was no other explanation for it. Going up to the roof of the school for some kind of liaison with Rukia of all people was something he never imagined doing in a hundred years, yet here he was climbing up the steps. Ichigo knew he should turn around and go back to class. That was the smart thing to do. All the absences he was collecting thanks to his Substitute Shinigami duties were bad enough. He shouldn’t be adding any more unnecessary ones. What did he hope to accomplish? He always prided himself on not being a horny idiot or hopeless pervert ruled by his dick.
Now he was risking not only another absence, but possibly his high school career just for a chance at sex. Sex, he could potentially get after school in the comfort of his home where the only danger was his father catching him. If he and Rukia were caught at home the worst he could expect from his old man was grounding, but if the school caught them he could end up being expelled. Why was he taking such a huge risk when the safer option was waiting? ‘The hard on in your pants,’ his subconscious supplied. As much as Ichigo hated to admit it he was still very hard from Rukia’s ministrations. She only offered a little taste and he was yearning for more and willing to go to great lengthens to sate this yearning. He was little better than an addict at this point.
There was a comforting thought. Ichigo wasn’t going to become addicted to these trysts. He wasn’t going to be as weak willed as Keigo or Kon. If Rukia thought he would come running every time she batted her eyelashes she had another thing coming. He would tell her that too. The smart thing to do would be to turn around and send her a message. Against his better judgement he found himself on the deserted roof top with no Rukia in sight.
How did he get there before her? She left long before he did wearing that smirk. Damn that woman. She was so confident he would chase after her like some kind of lapdog that she was taking her precious time to meet him. As infuriating as it was to think that Rukia might think that of him it was even more infuriating that he done little to disprove such a notion. Ichigo had to admit Rukia chosen a good place to do the deed. With classes in there wouldn’t be anyone to come up here for a good while. Maybe this wasn’t as terrible of an idea as he thought. He couldn’t believe he just thought that. It must have been his dick talking. Ichigo was going to have to double down on this not following it in the future.
With nothing else to do the Substitute decided to wait on Rukia. He stared out into the cloudy skies. Minutes went by and still Rukia made no appearance. Ichigo was starting to lose patience. Several more minutes passed before the door finally opened up again. ‘Well she took her sweet time.’ He expected Rukia to come out of the door; instead Inoue came crashing out nearly falling flat on her face. The irritation he was feeling evaporated. “Inoue!” he called out in surprise. Ichigo rushed over to aid her before she lost her balance. Surprisingly the notoriously clumsy girl kept herself up on her feet. A mixture of relief and excitement rushed to her face.
“I did it!” she cheered. “I didn’t fall flat on my face!” Orihime’s celebration was short lived. Her eyes fell on Ichigo she turned bashful. “Ku-Ku-Kurosaki-kun!” she stuttered out nervously.
“Are you alright?” he asked. Inoue recovered fast enough. She beamed up at him, although there were some lingering traces of embarrassment.
“Yes! I’m ok, Kurosaki-kun. I didn’t fall or anything,” she half bragged and half cheered. To prove her point Inoue twirled around. Ichigo was nervous, but she didn’t trip. It was quite an accomplishment for her. Inoue wasn’t exactly known for her grace. To be fair she was getting better. In the time they were spending together he noticed she was getting more coordinated than she was at the beginning of the school year. “See,” she boasted happily, “I am not hurt at all.”
The girl’s upbeat attitude was infectious. He couldn’t help, but smile a little. In return Ichigo was rewarded with an even brighter smile from Inoue. If there was ever a person that was born with a natural smile it was Inoue. On her it wasn’t only fitting, but dazzling. It highlighted how gorgeous she really was. As luscious as her auburn hair was or flawless her milk skin was the feature that captured Ichigo’s interest the most were her hazel eyes. They were so full of life and bright. They were beautiful.
He was getting so lost in her beauty that her unexpected appearance nearly slipped his mind. This wasn’t like him at all. What was going on with him? “Inoue, what are you doing here?”
Her expression shifted into uncertainty. Orihime squirmed. “Um, well I sort of…uh….” She muttered to both herself and him. He raised an eyebrow questioningly at her, but he didn’t interrupt. Orihime was taken with his politeness. She wasn’t surprised. With as much time as they had been spending lately she saw first-hand just how polite and well-mannered Kurosaki-kun was. The rumors of him being a delinquent were so wrong it wasn’t even funny. “Well I…”
“I invited her.” The orange haired teens instantly spun around to find Rukia smirking at them.
Ichigo frowned. “You invited her?” What the hell was Rukia up to? He wouldn’t put it past her to mislead Inoue for her own benefit. Rukia could be a quite the actress when she wished to be, although she laid it on so thick he still couldn’t believe anyone bought it. Inoue was extremely trusting and could be gullible. That smirk gave him serious misgivings.
“Yes, I invited her,” Rukia reiterated.
“What exactly did you tell her?” If it was possible Rukia’s smirk grew more. She strode idly passed Inoue and right up to him. Her palms rested on his chest.
“The truth,” answered the depowered Shinigami. She pulled him into a heated kiss. A wave of arousal rushed all the way down to his groin, quickly reigniting his lusts. From there it was all too easy to return the kiss with just as much reckless abandonment. It was at that moment Rukia pulled away. Drunk on lust his eyes followed her nimble figure sway over to Inoue. Much to his shame he had forgotten about his classmate. Guilt sunk in immediately. He really just kissed Rukia in front of Inoue. God, what colossal ass he was.
Inoue could barely look at him. Her entire face was bright red. He wanted to say something, an apology or something comforting, but his throat closed up. Ichigo stood there not even having the courage to look the kind hearted woman in the eye. Rukia caressed Inoue’s lower back. The gesture would be sweet if Rukia was drenched in sensuality. “There is no need to look away, Inoue,” she told her tenderly. “Remember what we discussed.” Her other hand rubbed the cheek of the auburn princess. “There is nothing to be ashamed of. It was just a simple kiss. We have both shared a kiss with Ichigo before.”
Kuchiki-san was right. Orihime knew that she had done things with Kurosaki-kun. She was the one to convince Orihime to act on her secret desires for the orange haired boy. Still seeing Kuchiki-san kiss Kurosaki-kun made her feel as if she were intruding on something private, something meant only for the two of them. To see them so close, so intimate bothered her. The way he looked at Kuchiki-san with such intensity and longing made Orihime yearn for him to look upon her the same way. While Orihime harbored no ill will toward Kuchiki-san she couldn’t help, but feel jealous of her. It was so easy for her to kiss Kurosaki-kun when she herself could hardly work up the nerve to do so even though she had been intimate with him already. If only she could be as confident as Kuchiki-san. “Inoue.” She said her name so lovingly that Orihime was drawn to her. Kuchiki-san’s eyes were half laden with affection and yearning. Kuchiki-san was simply enchanting. “Stop worrying so much,” she continued. “Just relax.” The raven haired woman planted her lips to Orihime’s tentatively. It was so brief and soft that Orihime wondered if it truly counted as a kiss.
“K-Kuchiki-san,” Orihime said just above a whisper.
“Did you like that?” Rukia asked. Her words were uncertain, yet her tone and expression were nothing less of a woman brimming with excesses of confidence.
Having trouble finding her voice Orihime nodded her head bashfully. Kuchiki-san smiled at her before taking her lips again for brief kiss. “You are simply stunning,” she mirrored the words she had told Orihime weeks ago then stole another kiss. “Never forget that.” They shared a series of short tender kisses that filled Orihime’s belly with warmth. The warmth was unexpected, but nice. She hadn’t thought kissing another girl could be so nice. The fleeting kisses ceased. Kuchiki-san gave her charged look before departing. It left her face burning so intensely that Orihime held no illusions that she wasn’t red all over.
“You are a good kisser,” Rukia told Orihime. The praise made her redder. She was adorable. For a woman with the body of a seductress Inoue was just as adorable as a bunny. Rukia was tempted to kiss her again just to see if she could make the poor girl blush any brighter, but she didn’t want to be cruel. “Ichigo, isn’t Inoue a good kisser?” Inoue’s attention was away from her and onto Ichigo in a heartbeat.
“Huh?” Ichigo had been left gaping at the girls. Rukia kissing Inoue had stupefied. Rukia rolled her eyes, while Inoue blushed and looked back at him nervously for some reason.
“Inoue is a good kisser isn’t she?” Rukia asked. Naturally Inoue was eager to hear his reply.
“Yeah,” he replied in small voice. He doubted either of the girls could hear him. “O-of course she is,” he said a little louder. Inoue’s lips curved into one of those modest smiles. Ichigo liked making her smile like that. It wasn’t that overly large or big smile she was known for, but that small modest one. There was something more sincere and personal about. It was more special.
Rukia tugged at his arm, drawing his attention back to her. “Did you like what you saw?” He blushed. Between Ichigo and Inoue this was going to take some work. They were barely out of their blushing virgin stages. She was no stranger to hard work. It would be worth it in the end. They might even thank her in the end. “There is no need to feel ashamed. You are a young man. Seeing two attractive women kiss is a very arousing sight.” Her Substitute refused to answer. He was determined not to betray anything that could label him a pervert. Ichigo could keep his mouth shut all he wanted. She didn’t need him to speak to get the truth out of him. The tent in his pants exposed it well enough for her. Her fingers wrapped around his clothed manhood. She heard a sharp gasp from him. He was already rock hard. Perhaps this wouldn’t be as much work as she thought. “Shall we pick up where we left off?” Rukia purred seductively. Much to her delight he hardened even more in her hand.
Rukia undid his pants and boxers fairly quick. Ichigo hadn’t fully been aware of it until he felt the open air on his penis, although it wasn’t exposed for long. She crouched down and took him within her mouth. It was just as wonderful as he remembered. There was no teasing this time around. Rukia sucked him hard. He made no attempt to hold back his moans. Her fingers massaged his testicles. He wouldn’t last long at this rate. If Rukia went full force right from the start he was going blow his load any second.
“Rukia,” he moaned. Pleasure slowly engulfed him. Ichigo was finding it harder and harder to resist it. All the teasing and foreplay from before were taking their toll. It wasn’t a bad thing. Rukia had to have known what she was doing to him. She had to feel how his cock was throbbing. “Fuck. Ah, fuck.” Ichigo had to close his eyes to try to exert some semblance of control over himself. He failed in that endeavor as Rukia took him all the way down her throat.
The pitiful control he had left melted away and he came. “Aaaaaahhhh,” Ichigo groaned in satisfaction. He could barely feel his legs. This woman was really going to be the death of him. If he went out like this he wouldn’t exactly complain. The slurping caused him to open his eyes, just in time to see the very erotic sight of Rukia swallowing his seed. The long sought after relief he had been chasing dissolved all too fast, while his cock twitched again all too soon, as Rukia sucked him languidly.
Once she took care of all traces of his essence Rukia released him, much to the boy’s disappointment. With what she had in mind he wouldn’t be left wanting for long. Inoue had obeyed her instructions and watched. Ichigo thought she tricked innocent Inoue into lewd acts without her knowledge. How wrong he was. Rukia disclosed exactly what this tryst was. She had been the one to give Rukia the idea of sharing Ichigo in the first place. Inoue was true to her word. She eagerly accepted the proposal without question. Rukia in return promised to give the girl more pointers. Inoue was a real trooper. She tried to hide it well, but Rukia could see watching Ichigo be pleasured by another woman wasn’t the easiest thing in the world to see. She hadn’t uttered a single objection though.
The woman was too kind for her own good. Rukia admired her kindness. While there were people who deem it a weakness it required great strength all its own. Her tutors would love Inoue. Beauty and a gentle heart, Inoue was fit to be a princess. Rukia beckoned the auburn princess over with a finger. Meek and nervous Inoue looked smaller than she was. Finding her courage she drifted to Rukia, doing her best to look confident. She shouldn’t have to fake confidence. As far as Rukia was concerned Inoue had nothing to be insecure about. She was beautiful in both body and spirit. There was absolutely nothing Inoue lacked. Rukia planned to make her see that. “Hey now don’t look so nervous,” she cooed the teenage girl. “Remember to relax. I promise you this will be enjoyable.” A little encouragement was enough to settle Inoue’s nerves a little. “What are you?”
“Stunning?” Orihime said, questioningly.
Rukia frowned. “Be more confident,” she chastised lightly.
“I am stunning.” This time her voice was surer. Rukia beamed with pride at her, making Orihime flush with happiness.
“Yes you are,” Rukia stated. She turned the stunning woman on to the man of her affection. Once the proclaimed goddess of Karakura High was face to face with him guilt and confusion etched into his expression. “Kiss him,” she whispered to her newest protégé. Inoue lunged at Ichigo and kissed him with vigor Rukia hadn’t seen from her before. She was impressed by how brazen Inoue was being.
Of all the surprises this afternoon had Inoue’s fervent kiss wasn’t one of them. Behind her gentle demeanor there was fire within her. He experienced that fire before when they shared their first kiss. When she allowed it that fire could roar and rage on to consume any and everything in its path. It was a side to Inoue he knew few if any ever saw. Ichigo was intrigued by it. It reignited his arousal. He was kissing her back hard. Their bodies clung to each other.
A moan passed through his lips as he felt her large breasts pressed against his chest. God she fit him in all the right ways. She moved on to his neck. That felt even better. He tipped his head backward to give her better access. It was one of his better decisions. The way she nibbled at his throat drove him into greater ecstasy. “Inoue,” he groaned out. Oh god that seemed to spur her on even more. Inoue worked her hands under his shirt.
She needed to feel skin. The need was so overbearing that Orihime clawed at his shirt until her hands were inside it. She had forgotten how Kurosaki-kun’s chest felt. He shivered under her touch, which exhilarated her. He was enjoying this. He was enjoying what she was doing to him. “Inoue.” Her name was passing through his lips. His voice was low and thick with affection and yearning just it had been with Kuchiki-san. Kurosaki-kun wanted this as much as she did. He wanted her as much as Kuchiki-san. Orihime was elated with this knowledge.
His member revitalized. Orihime could feel the erection pressed against her belly. The sudden hardness digging into her caught unawares, but Orihime could happily say she didn’t squeal. His lips collided with hers. “Kuro…saki…kun,” she moaned in between kisses. Her lips were going to be swollen by the end of the day, yet Orihime found herself not caring one bit. How could she care when she was aching between her legs? The auburn woman was in desperate need for any relief she could get. When she opened her mouth to tell him he quickly crushed his lips against hers again.
‘No….I need more…’ Orihime thought. ‘I need more than this.’ Ichigo wouldn’t let up. He smothered her, which wouldn’t be so bad in other time, but not now. Her womanhood was both wet and aching painfully. Her beloved took another action, cupping her buttocks. She gasped sharply.
Ichigo fought not to laugh. He hadn’t meant to startle her. He thought she would enjoy it, but he might have been too enthusiastic. “Sorry.” Looking at Inoue he knew she was uninterested in apologies. He couldn’t recognize Inoue. She had been replaced by this creature of arousal who wanted to devour him. Ichigo got harder.
“Kurosaki-kun,” Orihime said huskily. She wanted him so badly it hurt. “Please. More.” Orihime took hold of his erect penis. “More.” She jerked him once, bringing forth a low groan. “I want more.”
“If you keep that up he’ll cum in your hand,” Rukia pointed out. Her voice cut through the fog of lust, freeing the teenagers from their hormone temporarily. “Let him go and give him some time to gather himself.” Her devious smirk returned. “If you want more let him have a taste of you.” The innuendo went right over Inoue’s head. The girl was befuddled. She was corrupting Inoue. The better part of her scolded her for leading the virtuous woman down this sordid path, but Rukia rationalized this really for her own good. “Let him eat you out,” she reiterated.
That one hit its mark. Realization dawned on Inoue. Despite looking debouched she retained enough of her modesty to blush. Always the protector Ichigo came to her defense. “Rukia.” He was hardly intimidating with his pants down and his cock out.
Ichigo was about to open his big mouth to argue with her until Inoue cupped the sides of his face and drew him back to her. “It is alright, Kurosaki-kun.” Cheeks were still crimson, but it was no longer from embarrassment. Even a fool like Ichigo knew that much. “I…I um…I want you to…do that please,” Inoue stuttered out. Rukia saw her young protégé finish her request with a needy kiss.
‘She is learning,’ Rukia thought. She watched Ichigo hastily pull his pants up then lead Inoue to the nearest wall. In his haste and pushed Inoue up against the wall a little too hard. He apologized profoundly before she could voice her displeasure. Ichigo showed enough forethought to slip out of his pants and used them as a cushion for his keens. He wasted no time. Her Substitute slid Inoue’s panties right off.
He reached under her skirt and stroked her drenching womanhood with his fingers. Orihime whined in delight. The evidence of her arousal was as clear as day for him to see, yet Orihime was thankful for that. Now he knew just how much she needed him. Devoid of shame she became wanton and rocked her hips forward, chasing after her pleasure. The usual scowl she adored was nowhere in sight. Amazement etched into her beloved Kurosaki-kun’s features. Another time she would have adored this expression as well, but this was not that time.
Orihime rocked her hips again. Kurosaki-kun got the message. He stroked her again. A powerful jolt coursed through her body. This was what she sought. The delicious friction caused by his touch had her wailing quietly. However instead of quenching the inferno of her lust it only fed it. “Kurosaki-kun,” she called.
“More?” he ventured.
Unable to speak Orihime nodded enthusiastically. Ichigo couldn’t help, but smirk while she was coming undone. “Oh!” she cried. His tongue had come in contact with her pussy. A few more strokes and she was a quivering mess. Her cries became more passionate and more vocal. It was a huge turn on. He purposely avoided her clit. Ichigo wanted to give her as much pleasure as possible, so he took Rukia’s advice to heart and tested the waters to see what Orihime liked. He took note at what she was most receptive to.
“Yes….Kurosaki-kun…Oh yes.” He stole a glance up to see her eyes had closed. She was still shaking. Having grown bold with his early successes Ichigo inserted a digit into her. He pumped his finger in and out experimentally. He found a groove that met Inoue’s approval. She continued to sing his praises. Ichigo added another finger. Fingers gripped onto his hair roughly. He wasn’t bothered by it until her grip tightened after he started fingering her faster. “It’s….ooohh…it’s c-coming,” Orihime moaned.
He didn’t need her to tell him. Ichigo could feel her walls were tightening around his fingers. “Please…Don’t s-stop,” she begged. “Ple….Ah!” Pleasure coiled around her body as his tongue ran over her clit. She was almost there. Stimulation from both is eager tongue and hardworking fingers were doing wonders. “More….Please….more…so close,” Orihime continued to moan. One more lick pushed her over threshold and orgasm came crashing down all around her. “Kurosaki-kun!”
Bliss unfurled her body. Kurosaki-kun lapped as much of her essence as he could. Orihime’s legs turned into jelly. To keep herself up right Orihime had to fall back on the wall. He watched her bask in the afterglow from between her legs, still licking her sex clean. Everything was so sensitive that his tongue might as well have been fire. She wasn’t sure, but she thought she was whimpering. It burned, but it was a good burn, a very good and terrific burn. When he was done she mourned the loss of the organ.
The noises she made had sent his sex drive running wild. When he looked into her eyes coated in carnal bliss his dick throbbed painfully. Even her taste served to reduce him into a near feral state. He was hanging by a thread and when it snapped there would be nothing stopping Ichigo from pouncing on Inoue and fucking her senseless. ‘Would she enjoy that?’ he wondered. Inoue had been very eager for his touch. Would she indulge him and let him have his way with her? No. He had to have more control then that for now.
Inoue was still coming down from her high. He needed to at least wait for her to recover and ask her before he acted. Seeing her disheveled made it very tempting for him to just…No. He wasn’t going to do that. He was better than that. Inoue deserved better than that. Virtue was forgotten when a pair of arms wrapped themselves around his torso and a body pressed up against his back. Rukia chose to reenter at either the best or worst time he couldn’t decide.
“My turn,” Rukia proclaimed, in low sultry voice. Ichigo’s whole body tensed up to her amusement. “You don’t mind do you, Inoue?” Still coming down from her high Inoue muttered a response that might have been a yes. It was close enough for Rukia. Her fingers intertwined with his. Slowly she guided his hand to her neither region. Their joint fingers came in contact with her very wet core. “Do you feel that? Do you feel how wet I am, Ichigo?” Rukia maneuvered her undergarment out of the way, allowing him to touch her bare sex. “Do you know why I’m so wet?” The hapless fool was motionless, forcing her to move his hand back and forth for him. The small shockwaves that created had her purring. “You and Inoue put on quite a show,” Rukia continued.
“It was a ravishing sight to behold. It left me with a few ideas.” With her free hand Rukia fondled his erection. “I still want this.” He snatched her hand away and spun her around. Finally signs of life! Pain radiated from her back. That was when she realized she was thrown against the wall rather harshly. “That hurts!”
“Shut up,” Ichigo told her. Rukia glared at him, but he didn’t care. He was too busy undressing her. It took a considerable amount of concentration not to rip her shirt off. They still had class and Rukia would bitch at him if her shirt was unusable. Her bra was another story. He pulled it down without care, freeing her petite breasts. Already Ichigo moved to press light kisses on her protruding nipples. Hearing her purr in approval served as encouragement. Ichigo drew the second pair of panties he touched that day down to her thighs.
Witnessing his second dripping vagina of the day had him salivating. He was just outside her entrance. ‘She is wet enough,’ Ichigo thought. In one swift motion he penetrated Rukia. They moaned in unison. Her walls held his member in a vice like grip that felt incredible. He was only part way in, but it still felt so incredible. “Fuck,” Rukia panted.
He did. Ichigo started thrusting inside her at a leisurely pace. “Fuck,” she repeated. Her slender legs wrapped themselves around his waist. She was practically weightless. It was child’s play to carry her. “Yes, right there,” Rukia urged. The more he pumped his hips the more his cock reached inside of her folds. The more of her sweet spots he brushed. The more her body was craved for him.
By that point Orihime had recovered and was watching the pair’s coupling. They were captivating. Kuchiki-san’s lithe body moved wantonly yet it was graceful and beautiful as a goddess. The raven haired woman’s moans were enchanting while having excesses of sex. Kurosaki-kun was the opposite. He lacked the grace and beauty of Kuchiki-san, but he had a charm all his own. The way he moved his hips was primal. He oozed sin and dominance that made Orihime envious of Kuchiki-san. Desire returned and flowed through her body once more. They bore their desire for each other so openly that Orihime found herself admiring them. She expected to be more jealous than she was, but she hadn’t expectation this growing ache in her loins and admiration to take root. She nestled her fingers into her still sensitive womanhood. Orihime let out a small moan. The relief she received was dulled by the aching. She started to work her fingers in and out, in hopes of quelling it.
“Oh…ooh, Ichigo,” Rukia breathed out softly. “That’s it…right there.” Ichigo’s built up his speed steadily much to Rukia’s satisfaction.
Her tightness was still as suffocating and pleasurable as he remembered it was last night. It might have felt even better. “Rukia,” he grunted. “Shit, you are too tight.”
She laughed at that. “You are too slow,” Rukia shot back. Her heels brushed his ass. “Faster.”
The steady speed he had built up increased into drastic and anxious pace, which Rukia matched. The raven haired woman’s moaning grew louder and louder that he feared someone might hear. He told her as much. “Would you rather I not make a sound?” Judging by her tone Ichigo knew she found a notion ridiculous. “It does…ah…n-no good if you…aaah…if you’re not quiet too….ooooh yes!”
He had to admit she wasn’t wrong. He was moaning just as much as she was, but he wasn’t as loud as she was. “If we’re caught…ah…up here….”
“Stop worrying so much.” Rukia started pushing back with even more force. Her passionate cries grew more when he matched her thrusting. “Fu…Fuck, oh god yes! Keep it up!” By chance Rukia looked to the left of her and saw Inoue enthralled. Her cheeks enflamed, one hand toyed with her left breast, fingers digging rapidly into her pussy, while juices coated auburn curls. It was a vivid image, one that would be burned deep into her memory, one that could make many men and women’s mouths water. Rukia was one of those individuals. A craving for auburn haired woman grew. It strengthened her sexual appetite. She kissed Ichigo roughly. “Don’t stop.” She stole a glance at Orihime. “Fuck me harder!” Thank the Soul King he listened. He stretched her out so much Rukia wasn’t sure if the pain or pleasure that pulsed through her body more. Inoue watching only excited her more.
“Finally something shuts you up,” Ichigo quipped. His orgasm was swelling up within his body. The young man used his will to hold it off as best as he could. The sudden stinging of Rukia’s heels against his ass helped him stave it off well enough; although she might under the impression she was punishing him for his remark.
“Ichigo,” Rukia bellowed. “M-my….clit…touch my clit…” Making sure he had a secure grip on her Ichigo position a hand on the bud. “Yes…keep it up….just keep rubbing……Ichigo….Ichigo….Ichigo!” The extra stimulation was all she needed to. Her muscle contracted around him, the last dam broke. Pure electrifying ecstasy coursed through her body.
Ichigo held on longer than he expected. He didn’t blow his load as soon as Rukia came. He was good for a few more thrusts before he climaxed. For his chastising of Rukia his own gratification echoed on the roof. He was pressing his luck, but he couldn’t help it. This was too addictive and felt too good.
“Tired?” It sounded more like a challenge than a question. The gleam he saw in Rukia’s eye confirmed it. She was hardly one to talk. Rukia was still catching her breath the same as him.
“I swear you say things just because you like the sound of your voice,” he mumbled, although it was loud enough for Rukia to hear. Instead of getting a smart ass remark she ignored what he said.
“Someone could have heard you,” Rukia mocked.
“Just shut up already.” He thought about dropping her on her ass to teach her a lesson. It would serve her right, but before he could think to act Rukia already released him and got down from him. He should have been faster.
“How much energy do you have left?” Rukia wasn’t looking at him. Her gaze was locked on Inoue. The look she was throwing on Inoue was so smoldering that Ichigo half expected her to be set ablaze. He felt an unexpected urge to shield Inoue from that look. It was too open with its hunger for his tastes. He really didn’t trust Rukia around Inoue.
Before he could reply they heard, “Ah!” Both of their heads shot over to Orihime. Ichigo turned beat red when he saw Orihime masturbating and groping herself. This was impossible to resist. Had Keigo been present he would be having a heart attack right now. Ichigo was having a time trying to catch his breathe.
“If you need some time to get it up again just let me know. I can help out.”
The Substitute didn’t like what Rukia was insinuating any more than he liked how she was devouring Inoue with eyes. “I’m fine,” he said sharply.
Rukia snorted. “You men are always so sensitive about your cocks. There is no shame in needing time to recover.” She would provide him with some excellent to help reinvigorate his weary flesh. It would be a service both of her favorite orange haired people would enjoy. Not to mention it would be something she could enjoy as well.
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