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Training	By : Failsafe-Failure Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 9070 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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- 1-Training
- 1
Yoruichi stood on the highest point of Urahara’s secret underground training room where she could see everything. Dressed in a flirty outfit consisting of a tight black t-shirt, leather miniskirt, thigh high black stockings and high heeled pumps, she looked ready to go downtown for lunch and shopping, but her face told a different story. She looked deadly serious.
“This is the last exercise for today, Ichigo.” She shouted. “After this, you can rest.” Lifting a stopwatch to eye level, she pressed on the button starting the clock. “Now, up!”
Rising from the training room floor, Ichigo quickly shot up to the ceiling, standing in the air by generating reishi under his feet.
“Close quarters attack, now!” Yoruichi ordered.
In a blur, he streaked across the room annihilating several wood and straw dummies with wild, powerful strikes from Zangetsu.
“Distance attack.” She directed.
Instantly obeying, he hit bullseye targets with crackling blue blasts of energy.
“Bankai!” She cried out.
Following the order, a blast of energy from his release swept past Yourichi, ruffling her hair as it flowed and rebounded against the walls. She ordered him through his paces in that mode as well, watching intently as he dove and struck, the power of his Bankai filling the air like static electricity making observation almost unbearable. Yoruichi did not so much as flinch. She stuck to her task, goading Ichigo to perform ever harder and faster under her critical gaze.
“Don’t slow down now!” She urged “Flashstep, as fast as you can around the perimeter, move. More. More! And…stop!”
Dropping from an almost invisible streak to a full halt, Ichigo leaned forward with his hands on his knees taking deep, heaving breaths though his mouth to ease his oxygen starved lungs. Yoruichi pressed the stopwatch button with a subdued, almost sad look on her face. As soon as Ichigo was able, he straightened up and trotted through the air to stand next to her.
“So how did I do?” He panted, sweat carving tracks in the dust on his face. “Just as good as always, huh? Probably better, right?”
Slowly, Yoruichi shook her head.
“No Ichigo. You’re worse.”
“What? But…but that’s impossible! When I fought Ginjou I was stronger than ever before!”
“That was immediately after Rukia had transferred the Gotei 13’s donated reiatsu into your body.” She explained. “Since that time, it’s been steadily leaking away.”
Ichigo was stunned. At first, he could only stare back at her in silence. Slowly, he brought his hands up to look at them, turning them back and forth in front of his eyes. She could see they shook slightly.
“So this was all just temporary?” He asked. “I’m…I’m going to lose my powers again?”
“No, Ichigo, that’s not going to happen.” She assured him. She reached out to clasp his shoulder. “As the borrowed energy fades, your own energy will grow to replace it. In order to make sure it comes back strongly, you need to train and strengthen that energy.”
He frowned as he gazed into her eyes, seeking the truth.
“But will I be as strong as before?”
Yoruichi turned her face away and let her hand fall from his shoulder. She turned her back to him. “That we don’t know.” Breaking into a mischievous grin, she spun around and punched Ichigo hard in the shoulder.
“Cheer up!” She said. “We still have a week of training to work through, so you’ll have my complete and undivided attention for all that time. Won’t that be nice?”
Ichigo scoffed. “Like I wanted that.”
“Don’t be ungrateful.” She scolded. “Now go and wash up before I decide to run you through another set.”
He scowled at her.
“I promise, I won’t try to bathe with you this time.” She swore, crossing her heart. “You will have total privacy.”

Ichigo looked doubtful, but he turned to go to the healing spring anyway, giving a loud “Tch”, then muttering under his breath about perverted, shape-shifting cat women. Yoruichi maintained saucy grin that faded away as Ichigo walked out of sight. She saw how he walked, how he carried himself, how his head and shoulders were positioned. Everything about his body language told her he was badly shaken. After defeating Aizen, losing his powers had been absolute hell for him. Despite her assurances that he would no longer be powerless, she could see he was very, very worried. He was going to need something to restore his confidence. Fast.
Ichigo sighed with contentment as he got out of the hot spring.
“Well that wasn’t so bad.” He mumbled to himself.
The magical water had the usual effect of instantly healing all of the cuts and scrapes on his skin and his long soak had leached all the aches and pains out of his body. He had been very suspicious of Yoruichi’s promise and didn’t relax for a long time expecting her to pop up when he least expected it. He was surprised to find her true to her word. There hadn’t been even a hint that she was anywhere near the whole time he bathed. He guessed she no longer took joy in teasing him. Striding over to the rock where his clothes were neatly folded next to some fluffy towels, he picked one up and dried himself off, rubbing the pleasantly soft cloth vigorously all over. Drying off his hair, he rubbed the towel briskly back and forth over his bright orange hair and scrubbed the remaining moisture from his face. He nearly jumped right out of his skin when he lowered the towel to find Yoruichi practically nose-to-nose with him!
“Have a nice bath?” She asked.
“Yoruichi!” Ichigo howled as he staggered backward and hurriedly wrapped the towel around his waist. “What are you doing here? I thought you said you weren’t going to bother me while I was taking a bath!”
“I’m not.” She pointed out. “You’re not bathing now are you? Besides, it’s my turn to use the hot spring.”
Reaching for her miniskirt, she pushed the garment down, sliding it off her waist, past her full plump buttocks with a little difficulty, then down her long, shapely legs, stepping out, then folding it neatly to place it on a nearby rock.
“Can’t you at least wait until I’m gone to change?” Ichigo griped. “You’re not even wearing any panties!”
“I notice you’re not turning away.” She observed. “Like what you see?”
Ichigo crossed his arms. “I’m not a little kid anymore Yoruichi. I know you’re just trying to tease me.”
“So seeing this doesn’t bother you at all?” She purred, placing her hand over her smoothly shaved pussy.
Ichigo refused to back down. “It’s not a matter of being bothered, I’m just not going to let you get to me.”
Yoruichi gave a feral grin. “Oh really? What if I do this?”
Slowly pulling up her t-shirt, her eyes locked on ichigo’s face, she let her breasts fall free, first one, then the other. Taking the shirt completely off, she began to rub it over her body, rubbing it against her cheek, down her neck, over her breasts then down, down her body to her crotch, moaning and sighing as she did so. Bringing the shirt to her nose, she took a deep breath, inhaling her own scent. With a naughty giggle, she threw the shirt over Ichigo’s face. He angrily pulled it away, but it was too late. Her sweet, spicy scent swirled around his face, intoxicating and arousing. Yoruichi took the opportunity her little distraction gave her and moved closer to Ichigo, stroking her hands lightly over her erect nipples.
“Even if I do this, it’s not going to get to you?” She asked.
Ichigo turned his face away. “Stop it.”
She reached out to touch him on the chin. Using one finger, she gently made him face her again.
“Ho, ho, ho!” she chortled. “Looks like your willpower isn’t as strong as you thought.”
He roughly seized her hand. “I said stop it!”
“Or what, Ichigo? Are you going to punish me? Shove me down on the ground? Teach me a lesson?”
“It’s not like that.” He growled.
She laughed. “That tent in front of you seems to be saying something else.”
He couldn’t help himself. He had to look down. Sure enough, his turgid member had pushed the towel out quite a ways. His face burned with embarrassment.
“Alright, I admit it, you go to me.” He threw her hand away and angrily turned from her. “Are you happy now? You got what you wanted, you totally embarrassed me. Very funny. Now leave me alone.”
Scooping up his clothes, he headed for the exit. He didn’t get too far before Yoruichi flash stepped in front of him, blocking his way.
“You’re wrong Ichigo.” She said. “Embarrassing you is not what I wanted at all.”
Reaching out, she clasped his face in her hands and pulled him down to her level. Leaning forward, she ran the tip of her tongue lightly over Ichigo’s lips. Shocked, he tried to pull away.
“What’re you...mph!”
She kissed him forcefully this time, pressing her lips firmly against his, exploring his mouth with her tongue, cajoling him to respond. Too late, he realized she hadn’t been trying to tease him. She had been trying to seduce him. And she was succeeding. Frozen in surprise, he offered no resistance when she pulled his clothes from his grasp and tossed them aside. Taking his hand, she placed it squarely on her ass.

“Squeeze. Right here.” She breathed into his ear. “I like that.”
The feel of her flesh beneath his hand was incredible. Her toned body was firm yet soft, her skin smooth, almost silky. As she continued to ravish his mouth with her kisses, his hand took on a life of its own, stroking and squeezing her plump round backside, melting into her embrace and responding to her kiss. He couldn’t resist anymore. He kissed her back with fierce intensity, seizing her ass with both hands, pulling her hips against his and grinding against her. She moaned into his mouth and hooked her leg behind his, pulling him even tighter against her body, running her hands along his back, her skin a welcome heat against his. He heard a low growl of frustration escape from his throat as he instinctively humped and bucked, the once soft and comforting towel and unwelcome barrier. Sensing his distress, she gently pushed him away.
“Here.” She breathed. “Let me take care of that for you.”
Yanking off his towel, she stared unabashedly at his throbbing erection.

“Wow,” She said taking him in hand. “So I guess it’s not true what they say about guys with large zampakutos.”
Ichigo would have made some kind of comeback remark if he had been able to think. Instead, he was transfixed, both by the sight and the sensation of Yourichi’s dark hand stroking his dick back and forth. She kept it up as she lowered herself to her knees. Ichigo’s heart pounded in his chest. Was she about to do what he thought she was going to do?
He didn’t need to wait long. Holding him firmly by the base of his cock, she licked her way up and down the shaft giving a contented purr as she did so. His breathing, already labored, grew ragged in response. She continued to pleasantly torture and tease him with her tongue until she was satisfied his stiff member was properly lubricated. Without warning, she took him deep into her mouth. Ichigo gasped in shock, then began to groan loudly as Youichi’s head rapidly bobbed back and forth. He couldn’t believe how deep she could go, her lips almost reaching the base as she eagerly sucked him off. He grabbed the back of her head, not sure why he was doing so. She responded by going even deeper! The sensation was so astonishing, so overwhelming, his knees started to buckle.
“Hey, be careful” She warned. “If you can’t stand up, then lie down on the ground.”
“Is…is that OK?” He asked.
She laughed. “Of course. It’s actually easier for me if you’re on the ground. Go on, lie down.”
Doing as he was told, Ichigo lay down on the sand. Yoruichi crawled over to him.
“See, in this position it’s easier for me to do this.”
Lowering her head, she lightly ran the tip of her tounge along the underside of his scrotum while jacking him off with her hand. Ichigo’s back arched involuntarily as she brought him right up to the edge of orgasm. When she stopped, his body flopped heavily back down.
“I can actually try a few things lower down if you’re interested.” She offered.
“Uh,…I…” He stammered.
“Not ready for that yet, eh? That’s OK, I want another taste of this.”
Practically swallowing his cock, she jack hammered up and down, quickly bringing Ichigo to his peak.
“I’m cumming! I’m…cumming!” He gasped.
He thought she would take her mouth away at his warning. Instead, she let him shoot off inside, swallowing his load with gusto. It seemed to last a long time, Yoruichi sucking and slurping at the hot jism pouring from his cock. Bit by bit, the pulses of ejaculation slowed, then stopped.
“That was incredible.” Ichigo murmured.
Yoruichi crawled up his body, supporting herself over him. “Kiss?”
Ichigo’s eyes widened in surprise. Kiss her? After her mouth was filled with his sperm? Is..is that what lovers normally do? Bracing himself, he prepared to receive her kiss as her face got closer and closer to his. Suddenly, Yoruichi burst out laughing.
“You were actually going to kiss me back, weren’t you? Such a gentleman. I know how guys are. I wouldn’t make you do that without rinsing my mouth out first.” She kissed him on the cheek. “And now it’s time for Round 2!”
“Round 2?” Ichigo was confused. There was no way he was going to be able to get it up again anytime soon.
“Don’t worry.” She assured him. “Just follow me.”
Rolling off his body, she lay on her back in the sand.
“Come over here.” She urged him. “Get on top of me.”
She laughed as he clumsily complied. “Put your weight on your elbows, boy, you’re crushing me!”
“Sorry.” Ichigo mumbled. “I’ve…never really done this before.”
“Never really done it before, or never done it at all?” She teased. “No matter. Tell me Ichigo, have you ever just looked at a woman before? Really looked at her?”
He thought about it for a moment. Of course he'd "looked" at women. But he understood what she meant. He shook his head.
“I want you to look at me now Ichigo. Tell me what you see.”
He leaned to his side, rolling off Yoriuchi so he could get a good look. His eyes roamed over every line and curve, for once without shame or embarrassment, taking in every line and curve, from the full swelling of her breasts to the taunt flatness of her stomach all highlighted by the wondrous luster of her rich, dark mahogany skin.

“Beautiful.” He whispered. “You’re absolutely beautiful.”
“Touch me, Ichigo.” She told him. As he reached out to her, she took his hand and guided it to her breast. “Touch me here.”
He ran his hand lightly her over lightly, gently cupping and squeezing.
“So soft. You’re so soft.” He said in wonderment.
She took him by the back of his head and guided him back onto her body. “Kiss it.”
He lowered his head to take her nipple into his mouth. He sucked and rolled the hardened bud around in his mouth, gratified to hear her moan in response.
“Use your tongue.” She urged. “Flick it with your tongue.”
He did as she asked, feeling her writhe beneath him with pleasure. Wordlessly, she guided his hand to her other breast, showing him how to pinch and roll her other nipple as her breathing became ragged. Taking the initiative, Ichigo moved over to the neglected breast, licking and sucking it in turn.

“Yes, that’s it. That’s good. Just like that. ” She sighed.
Ichigo felt proud of his growing skill as he made Yoruichi buck and grind beneath him, her moans and cries reverberating throughout his body. If only he could get it up again! After a while, he felt her pushing down on his head.
“Lower.” She directed.
“What am I supposed to do?” He asked.
She smiled at him. “Use your imagination.”
He grinned back. Use his imagination, eh? He did his best, licking, kissing and nibbling his way down every inch of skin, seeking and experimenting, down under her breasts, down her stomach, stopping at a last at her belly button. He teased played with it with his tongue.
“Lower!” She ordered as she spread her legs.
“Lower? You mean, down there?”
Yoruichi frowned. “Nobody likes a selfish lover, Ichigo.”
“No, no, it’s not that.” He assured her. “It’s just…I don’t know how.”
Her smile returned. “How many times do I have to tell you? Don’t worry. Get down there and I’ll show you what to do.”
Ichigo swallowed. This seemed like it was going to be a lot more complicated. He didn’t want to mess it up. Once again, she guided his hand where she wanted it to go.
“Let’s start with the outside.” She said. She ran his hand lightly over her neatly shaved mound. She let go of him, watching in amusement as he stoked her pussy on his own. “What do you think?”
“It’s very soft. And wet.”
She chuckled at him. “That means I’m ready. Here, give me your finger.”

Taking his index finger, she traced the edges of her labia.

“Feel how it comes to a point here on top. That’s important. Now, slide your finger inside me.”
“Seriously? You want me to put it inside?”
She nodded. “Yes, I do. Don’t be rough now.”
Obeying, Ichigo carefully pushed his finger in. She was hot and slick inside, her muscles clenching around his finger.

“Pull it in and out.” She said. “Put the pressure towards the top.”
He did as he was told, watching spellbound as he went back and forth, her body giving little spasm from the stimulation.
“Good.” She panted “Very good. Now. Take your other hand. And. Peel the skin back from the point at the top.”
He did so, pushing back the dark folds of skin to expose her swollen pink clitoris.

“Don’t you want to taste it?” She asked him.
He did. He was surprised with himself, but it was true, he did want to taste her. He didn’t hesitate for a second. He reached out with the tip of his tongue and licked the delicate, sensitive organ. Yoruichi gasped as a wave of ecstasy shot through her body. He continued, still using only the tip, lightly running it up and down.

“Put your mouth on it, Ichigo.” She begged. “Please, please do it for me.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He eagerly licked and sucked at her dripping wet pussy, intoxicated by the tangy, musky flavor and the scent of her arousal. He drank in the sight of Yoruichi, her eyes closed and head thrown back in rapture, her breast jiggling and shaking from the tremors that wracked her body. Her pussy clenched tighter around his pumping finger, his mouth filled and overflowed with her juices and her thighs clenched against his ears. She put her hand on the back of his head, wordlessly demanding he eat her out even harder. He responded by nipping at her clit with his teeth, making her shriek. It was then he realized he was hard. Painfully, agonizingly hard. He pulled away from lapping her pussy and scrambled on top of her.
Yoruichi knew what he was doing and welcomed him with open arms. Driven almost mad with lust, Ichigo was operating on pure instinct. There was no clumsy fumbling, no hesitation now. He thrust his cock hilt deep into her dripping wet snatch.
“Slowly, slowly.” Yoruichi whispered. She grabbed his hips, pumping them back and forth to show him what to do. Even though he wanted to pound her like a pile driver, he held back, enjoying the hot, tight slickness around his cock as he thrust in and out. He’d never felt anything that good before. Yoruichi began to pull at his hips harder, making him go faster. Soon she let go of him entirely, letting him set his own pace. He pounded away, harder and faster, responding to her cries and the movement of her body.

“So good, so good!” She screamed. “Keep going, Ichigo, keep going! Ah,ah, aaahhh, you’re fucking like a champion, Ichigo!”
Her screams turned into incoherent babbling as Ichigo took her right up to the edge.

“I’m gonnna cum, Ichigo! You’re making me cum!”
Her body grew taut as the orgasm seized her to her very core. Ichigo climaxed in response, cumming harder than he ever had in his life. They both strained against each other in mutual euphoria, coming down, slowly, reluctantly. Ichigo collapsed on Yoruichi, completely spent, no longer able to support his own weight. Yoruichi did not complain. She stroked his sweat-slick back and whispered in his ear that he was an incredible lover. The held each other tight in the afterglow.
Yoruichi grinned as she watched Ichigo leave the training room. He was walking with pride now, his shoulders back and his head held high. She was glad. They still had a lot of training to do. He was going to need his confidence.
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