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Shopping Trip	By : Failsafe-Failure Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 16632 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Shopping Trip
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Author's Note: This story was written as part of an art trade with the artist Katzueki to illustrate his Unohana drawing "Red Allure" on deviantart. This story takes place shortly after Ichigo regains his powers. ___________________________________________________________________________________________ “You will do no such thing!” Unagiya Ikumi shouted. “You will stay right there until the customer arrives! The honor and reputation of the Unagiya Store is at stake!”

Ichigo held his phone away from his ear as she ranted and raved. He was going to go deaf if she didn’t calm down. As soon as she paused for breath, he put the phone back to his ear and tried to get a word in edgewise.

“Look boss, she was supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago. I got better things to do than wait around for some lost old lady.”

“Ms. Yamada hired us because she’s lost.” Ikumi growled. “And she didn’t sound that old to me. She described herself as an older woman wearing a sun bonnet and a purple dress carrying a white handbag. Even a complete stranger should be able to find the central park in this town, so keep your eyes peeled and don’t move a muscle until she finds you!”

“But…”

“No buts! She’s paying me…I mean us…a lot of money to play tour guide. She can be as late as she wants. Goodbye.”

“But boss!”

Ichigo could only stand there fuming as she hung up. Why the hell in this day and age did anyone need a tour guide, especially for a town like Karakura? It was a somewhat large town compared to some, but it wasn’t exactly Tokyo. Anyone with a decent smart phone or even a tourist map should be able to navigate just fine. Grumbling and complaining under his breath, Ichigo decided to stick around for another fifteen minutes or so before cutting out. He stared at any woman who even came close to matching the description. He made more than a few edge away uncomfortably with his intense gaze. As he was trying to make up his mind to go talk to one who might be the customer, he was caught unaware by a familiar voice.

“Kurosaki Ichigo, is that you?”

Ichigo was surprised when he turned to see who was speaking.

“Captain Unohana?” He blurted out while hastily executing a respectful bow. He was often informal with people, usually without realizing it, but not with her, never with her. “Wow, I didn’t expect to see you here. I didn’t even feel your reiatsu. What brings you to Karakura? Is there something going on? Is Karakura under threat? Are we going to be attacked?”

As usual, Unohana’s face beamed with a tranquil, pleasant smile. She returned his bow with a slight nod as fitting a woman of her station.

“No, there is no emergency or crisis this time.” She said. “I’m simply taking a weekend off to do some shopping in the real world. That’s why I’m in a gigai with a power limiter. And you?”

Ichigo frowned. “I’m working. I work part-time at a store that does odd jobs, like walking dogs and handy man stuff. Today I’m supposed to show some little old lady around town. She was supposed to meet me here a long time ago, and I’m getting tired of waiting. If she don’t show up soon, I’m taking off.”

Unohana raised an eyebrow. “What a coincidence. I’m here to meet with someone to show me around town. I was told to look for a ‘sulking brat with orange hair’. Of course, I don’t think I qualify as a ‘little old lady’. Perhaps I’m supposed to meet someone else?”

Ichigo could actually feel his blood draining from his body in terror. He felt light headed and cold, as if he had suddenly been dropped into the arctic sea.

“You…you’re…Ms. Yamada?” He forced past clenched teeth.

Even as he said it, he took a good look at her and realized his mistake. Sure enough, she was wearing a sun bonnet, she had on a modest, short-sleeved purple dress and she was carrying a white leather purse. It was her. She was the customer. He was so dead.

She smiled even wider. “That’s my undercover name. I don’t want anyone in Soul Society to track me down while I’m off. I didn’t even bring my phone. I had such a good time when we made our trip to the beach, I thought it would be nice to come here alone and get away from work altogether. Unfortunately, I think I underestimated how complicated the real world has become. Everything seems to move so fast and there are many things I’m not used to. I quickly became lost and confused. Luckily, I found this flyer from your shop attached to a light pole. I was so glad I could find someone to help without contacting Soul Society. A nice young man in a convenience store showed me how to use a ‘pay phone’.”

Reaching into her purse, she pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to him. It was the shop flyer. Unagiya Store, We Do Anything, it said in big bold characters along with the phone number. Ichigo looked up after glancing at it, seeing Unohana in a different light. She was over a thousand years old. When she had started her existence as a shinigami, the real world still traveled by foot or on horseback and fought with spears. Most of the changes leading up to the modern era happened in the last century or so. There were regular people still alive today who remembered when cars were a new thing. How much worse would it be for someone like her to experience all this complexity at once? It would be hard for her to comprehend something as basic as a bus schedule or the subway or traffic signs. She must have felt overwhelmed and disoriented on her own, maybe even frightened. He felt like an ass. He bowed deeply in apology.

“Captain Unohana, as an employee of the Unagiya Store and a local resident of Karakura town, it would be my honor to take you anywhere you want. Where would you like to go first?”

Her smile grew warmer. She accepted his apology.

“Well it is lunch time. Somewhere nice to eat then?”

Boldly, Ichigo held out his arm to her. “Just leave it up to me, Captain.”

Unohana accepted his offer, taking his arm and allowing him to lead the way. __________________________________________________________________________________________ While she found pizza and hamburgers…interesting, she didn’t feel she could handle such greasy fare. Ichigo soon found her an upscale restaurant more to her liking. It was expensive, but Unohana paid for everything, insisting it was part of her payment for his services. Afterwards, they followed a list made by the Shinigami Women’s Association showing all the good shopping in town. Ichigo led her to dress shops and shoe shops, jewelry stores and perfume stands, all the while diligently answering her many questions on the modern world. He’d always been a good student in school, so he had no problem explaining how a flat screen TV created a picture, or how a car’s engine worked. She would listen to him intently and ask intelligent follow up questions. She made him feel smart and important. It made it easier to endure the more dreary part of the job, waiting in the store for her to try something on or testing a new perfume, then answering that age old question, “What do you think?” He tried to be as honest as possible. Every now and then, he gained another shopping bag to carry. It could have been worse. Lieutenant Matsumoto would have made ten times the number of purchases by now. Coming to the last store on the list, Ichigo finally balked.

“I can’t go in there.”

“Oh? What’s wrong?” She asked.

Ichigo grimaced. “It’s a…lingerie shop.”

“Yes it is.” She agreed. “Is that a problem?”

He knotted his brow as he tried to think of a way to explain. “Well, you see…it’s…it’s women’s underwear you know…”

“And you don’t want to see me in my underwear?” She quipped.

Ichigo sputtered as he turned bright red. “No! No, of course I don’t!”

She arched an eyebrow at him.

“I mean, I’m sure you look really good in your underwear, it’s just that I don’t want to see.”

Now both eyebrows were raised.

“I…I didn’t mean it like that.” He stammered. “ I mean, you are a beautiful woman and I like seeing beautiful women in their underwear, I just don’t want to see you in your underwear, not…not…not because you wouldn’t look good, but…but…but, I, uh, I…”

She gaily laughed and patted his arm. “I was just having some fun with you, Kurosaki-kun. I understand completely. I’m sure there are clerks who will be more than capable of helping me. You can stay on that bench across the street and I’ll come and get you when I’m done. You’ve been helping me all day, no doubt you could use the rest.”

Ichigo sighed with relief. He was sure he was a goner there for a second. “Thanks a lot Unohana-san. That sounds great. I’ll see you in a bit.”

Crossing the street, he carefully set the shopping bags down and took a seat. Unohana entered the store as he got settled in. He wasn’t sitting long before a couple of familiar figures came walking down the street.

“Hurry up” Asano Mizuho barked at her lagging brother. “We still have five more shops to go.”

“Oh come on, sis.” Asano Keigo whined. “I can barely carry all these bags as it is.”

“Stop complaining.” She snarled. “Mom and Dad left me in charge, so you have to do what I say.”

“I’m pretty sure that didn’t mean using me for slave labor.” He argued.

“As the one in charge, I get to decide what they did and did not mean.” She asserted. “Now wait for me out here. I don’t want you drooling and getting a nosebleed over the mannequins.”

“Now you’re just being rude.” Keigo griped. Mizuho ignored him, flouncing into the store without a backward glance. Sighing, Keigo shifted his grip on the many, many shopping bags he carried and sullenly turned away from the shop. Suddenly, he spotted his old friend.

“Hey, Ichigo!” He called out as he made his way across the street. “Long time, no see man. What brings you here?”

“Same thing as you.” Ichigo answered as he nodded in greeting. “I’m a packhorse for a woman’s shopping spree.”

Keigo helped himself to a spot on the bench, carelessly dropping his sister’s purchases and gasping with relief as he took a load off his feet.

“I hear you man. How many pairs of shoes does a girl need anyway?"

Ichigo grunted in agreement, not really in the mood to talk. Keigo peered over at Ichigo’s pile of shopping bags.

“Say, that stuff looks pretty expensive. Not to mention grown up. You’re not here with your sisters are you?”

Ichigo frowned. “No, I’m not. If you must know, I’m here with a client.”

“Huh?” Keigo said. “A client? What do you mean?”

“I mean, I’m with a customer.” Ichigo explained. He pointed towards the lingerie shop. “Look, there she is now in the window.”

Keigo saw Unohana in the store talking to a salesgirl. His jaw dropped. “Unbelievable. Ichigo, you finally did it.”

Ichigo looked at him in confusion. “Huh? What are you talking about?"

“I knew you were hard up for money renting yourself out to the sports teams at school and taking that part time job.” Keigo babbled. “But going all the way like this, man, I didn’t think you had it in you!”

Ichigo was starting to get pissed off now. “Keigo, if you don’t spit out just what in the hell you are talking about…”

Keigo leaned forward to whisper to him. “I mean I never thought you would go so far as to become a gigolo!”

Ichigo surged to his feet. “You have five seconds before I smash your teeth down your throat Asano!”

“Hey, it’s cool man!” Keigo said waving his hands before him. “Why shouldn’t women pay the way for once, right? And I wouldn’t mind banging a hot MILF like that and get paid for it.”

“You shut your stupid mouth!” Ichigo roared. “She’s a visitor in town that needed a guide. She called the Unagiya Store and here I am. There’s nothing more to it. You got a filthy mind Keigo, you know that?”

“All right, sorry.” Keigo said. “I let my imagination get away from me a little. You can’t blame me though, can you? I mean, for an older woman, she is hot!”

“The key word here is older.” Ichigo insisted as he sat back down. Keigo had no idea just how old. “That’s not my style.”

Keigo rolled his eyes. “A woman who looks like that would be my style. Hell, she would be any man’s style.”

“Well she’s not mine, OK.” Ichigo insisted. “Captain...Ms. Yamada is an intelligent, accomplished woman and I respect her too much as a person to think about her like that. So just drop it.”

They sat in silence for a few minutes while Ichigo fumed at his friend’s stupidity. He figured he got his point across and Keigo would take the hint. He didn’t have to wait long to find out he was wrong.

“You know, if you do a really good job, maybe she’ll give you a ‘tip’ back at her place.”

“Dammit, Keigo! What did I just tell you?”

“C’mon Ichigo!” Keigo protested. “You can still respect a woman and want to knock boots with her.”

“I already told you, I don’t want to ‘knock boots’ with her!” Ichigo yelled “I do not like older women! I do not find them attractive!”

“Uh, Ichigo.” Keigo interrupted.

“Doing something like that with her is the last thing on my mind. I would never even think about sleeping with a woman her age!”

“Ichigo!” Keigo hissed through clenched teeth while making stop gestures.

“What?” Ichigo demanded.

“She’s looking this way.”

Ichigo turned white as a sheet. Slowly he turned his head towards the store. Sure enough, Unohana and the clerk she was talking to were both looking out the window at him, brows furrowed in concern.

“Keigo.” He stage whispered to his friend. “We are going to smile and wave as if there’s nothing going on. Understand?”

Matching action to words, Ichigo slowly raised his hand and waved at her. Keigo clumsily followed suit. Unohana, a little confused, returned their wave as they smiled and pretended to act normal. As she turned her attention back to the clerk, Ichigo sighed with relief. How many times was he going to come close to dying today?

“Ichigo...” Keigo began.

“Shut up, Keigo.” Ichigo ordered. ___________________________________________________________________________________________ “You’re sure your hotel is around here somewhere? Ichigo asked nervously.

“Yes, I’m sure.” Unohana confirmed. “This is the correct street. I remember leaving this way. I had the gate drop me off in front of the hotel when I arrived this morning. My luggage is already put away. I am glad you are with me. I’m not sure I would have made it back.”

Ichigo couldn’t believe it when she had shown him the address for her hotel. It wasn’t anywhere near the usual tourist hotels. Getting off the train, he saw his suspicions were correct. This was not the nice part of town. The street was lined with various adult entertainments, from relatively harmless things like pachinko parlors and bowling alleys to more racy fare like strip clubs and massage parlors. He thought he would die of embarrassment if she asked him what the sex toys on display in front of one shop were for, but she didn’t seem to notice and walked right past it as well as several similar establishments. Finally, she found what she was looking for.

“Here it is.” She said pointing out a building. “I checked in here this morning.”

Ichigo’s jaw dropped. The name on the building was ‘Hotel Banana and Donut’.

“You’re not honestly staying here are you?” He asked.

“Of course I am.” She replied. “It came highly recommended by Lieutenant Matsumoto. Why? Is something wrong with it?”

Of course there’s something wrong with it! He screamed in his head. It’s a love hotel!

“No, no I’m sure it’s fine.” He tried to say casually.

“Right this way then.” Uhonana said as she led the way.

Oh geez, Ichigo thought as he slunk in behind her. If Keigo, no, scratch that, if ANYONE saw him go into a love hotel with a woman, the rumors and gossip would never stop. He was sure his old man would be ecstatic, but what about Karin and Yuzu? How could he ever face them again? He decided to drop off the shopping bags he was carrying as soon as he could, then dash out of there and hope nobody spotted him. Unohana walked confidently before him through the entryway and down the hall, completely unaware of the situation she put him in.

“Ah, here it is.” She announced. “There were so many different styles of rooms in this establishment, it was difficult to choose. I thought this one looked the most comfortable.”

She inserted her key card and opened the door. Ichigo gaped at what he could see of the room’s décor. If he had to describe it, he would go with late 1800’s bordello. There was red velvet or satin everywhere, on the furniture, on the patterned wallpaper and especially on the huge bed in the center of the room. Anything that wasn’t covered with red was either dark polished wood, like the wardrobe and the dressing table or brass like the simulated gas lights on the wall. Unohana entered, taking a moment to hang her hat on a brass coat hook then removing her shoes.

“My goodness, these western style shoes pinch your toes.” She complained.

She bent down to massage them, rubbing first one foot, then the other making contented sighs as she restored circulation to her abused feet. Ichigo thought about trying to squeeze past her to get out of the hallway. He couldn’t see any polite way to do that. Bent over, Unohana’s wide hips didn’t leave enough room. Waiting for her to finish massaging her feet, he realized he was staring at her butt. It was only natural, he was waiting for her to move, so of course he would be watching her. On the other hand, the only thing to see was the material of her dress stretched tightly over her curvy backside. He tore his eyes away from her, looking past her to a painting on the wall as he tried to suppress the dirty thoughts that suddenly crowded his head. This was all Keigo’s fault for making those lewd suggestions, he thought. He was sure he never would have thought them otherwise. Eventually Unohana straightened up and entered the room, allowing him to gratefully rush in and close the door. He struggled out of his shoes without letting go of the shopping bags.

“Where would you like me to put these, Uhonana-san?” Ichigo asked as he padded across the red shag carpet.

“If you could put them in the corner over there, that would be fine.” She said pointing to the opposite side of the room. “I’m going to get some things out of my suitcase and get comfortable.”

Ichigo did as he was told, going to the corner and neatly lining up the bags. Although he as in a hurry to go, there was no way he was going to risk offending the captain.

“Do you know where you are going to eat dinner?” He asked conversationally.

“Oh, I thought I would try the room service for that.” She replied from behind him. “Matsumoto said the food here was surprisingly good.”

Ichigo tried not to picture the busty blonde lieutenant or why she would be familiar with a Karakura love hotel’s services. Even so, images of the bubbly shinigami and her luscious curves began to float through his mind. He shook his head to clear it and finished his task.

“That’s good to hear.” He said as he turned around. “I wouldn’t want you having trouble getting something to…”

Sometime after he had turned his back on her, Unohana had taken off her dress and put it on a hanger before placing it in the closet. Only she hadn’t put anything else on. Not even a bathrobe. She noticed him standing with his mouth open.

“Is something the matter, Kurosaki-kun?”

Ichigo forced his mouth shut and swallowed hard. “I..I’m sorry. It’s just that, um, you’re…um, in your underwear.”

And not plain, utilitarian underwear like you would expect. Instead, she had on sheer black lace lingerie that accented and enhanced her generous curves with gartered thigh high stockings that outlined and emphasized her thick, shapely legs. He could feel his heart begin to pound.

“And how does that make you feel?” She asked as she walked towards him. “Uncomfortable? Embarrassed perhaps?”

He weakly nodded. “Well, yeah.”

She frowned and crossed her arms. “As embarrassed as I was when you were shouting to your friend how unattractive I am? Since you find older women so unappealing, I was sure this wouldn’t bother you at all.”

Ichigo’s heart actually stopped beating. She wouldn’t have to kill him. He would just die on the spot.

“You…you heard that?” He squeaked.

“I’m certain half the town heard it.” She pointed out. “You are not a subtle young man Kurosaki Ichigo.”

Ichigo desperately tried to think of the right thing to say as his life flashed before his eyes.

“I am so sorry, Unohana-san.” He apologized as he bowed low. “I didn’t mean it that way.”

“I don’t see how else you could have meant it.” She blandly replied. “I have given up on a great deal of vanity in my life Kurosaki-kun, but a woman always has her pride.”

“I understand, I understand completely.” Ichigo babbled. “I didn’t mean for you to hear that. I didn’t mean to insult you and I am very, very sorry. If there is anything I can do to make it up to you, anything at all, just let me know and I’ll do it.”

Still frowning, she tilted her head as she considered his offer. Walking over to her suitcase, she rummaged around for a bit, finding a small jar.

“This will not make up for everything.” She said as she placed the jar in his hand. “However, for a start you can rub this on my back.”

Ichigo stared at the jar in his hand, then back at her. “On your back?"

She nodded, sitting down on the corner of the bed. “I’m not used to wearing these western style garments. This ‘brassier’ has been irritating me all day. It would be nice if you could rub that healing lotion where it chafed.”

Turning away from him, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, then removed the shoulder straps, keeping the bra in place with her other hand. Her skin did have angry red lines where the cloth had been pressed against it. Ichigo stood there, conflicted on what he should do. It was bad enough she was nearly naked, she wanted him to touch her bare skin? While his brain gibbered in fear, his body reacted in a completely different way. Thankful she wasn’t looking at him, he reached down to adjust his pants making some badly needed room.

“Even a captain can’t spread lotion on her own back Kurosaki-kun.” She reminded him.

Ichigo forced himself to move forward. He had no choice. Ignoring the throbbing in his groin, he opened the small jar and dipped out a finger full. It smelled a little like camphor mixed with violets and had a smooth texture. She shivered a bit when he touched the angry red lines on her back, then sighed with relief.

“Much better.” She murmured.

He kept it up, dipping more lotion out as needed and rubbing it thoroughly into her skin. It must have been a fourth division potion. The redness went away almost immediately leaving her skin smooth and pink. She crooned with contentment all the while.

“Don’t forget my shoulders.” She directed.

The bra straps did leave some deep tracks Ichigo noticed. Of course, they were supporting a very full load. He was thankful Unohana still held the cups up with her hands. The view of her cleavage from above was amazing. He fought with his instincts to keep his eyes in a reasonably safe direction. unfortunately, a dark part of his mind couldn’t help but wonder what it would look like if she were to drop her hands. He violently shoved that thought away returning his focus to his task.

“You’re rather good at this.” Unohana observed. “I suspect I’m not the first woman you’ve handled intimately.”

Ichigo wasn’t sure where this was going.

“I’ve had a little experience.” He admitted.

She chuckled “I’m sure that would be with Kuchiki Rukia? And the healer girl here in the real world? Inoue Orihime, yes? I understand she has a rather tomboyish friend you are close to as well.”

She even knew about Tatsuki! He froze in astonishment.

“How…how did you…how did you know that?” He stammered.

She laughed. “I didn’t. It was just an educated guess. Don’t worry, I won’t tell Byakuya.” She turned her head to look him in the eyes. “Keep going.” She ordered.

“Oh, yes. Sorry.” Ichigo said dipping out more lotion. He went to work on her other shoulder.

“I can understand why a boy your age would be attracted to such lovely young ladies.” She said turning her head back. “I’m sure a woman like me must seem dowdy and uninteresting compared to them.”

“I wouldn’t call you dowdy.” Ichigo denied. Indeed, her back had the shape of a classical guitar, all flowing lines and opulent curves. He was glad she couldn’t see him staring.

“But you would call me unattractive.” She countered.

“I didn’t really mean that.” He insisted. “You’re attractive woman, it’s just that I can’t make myself think of you that way. I mean…you’re a captain. You’re professional in a position of authority, like a doctor or a teacher. I know it sounds weird, but people like that, it’s hard to think of them like they were just...people.”

She reached up, lightly stroking his hand with a finger.

“And what if you did?” She asked in a husky voice.

Ichigo’s hands stopped moving. Time seemed to stand still. He suddenly realized everything she had done from the moment they entered the hotel had been done deliberately to put him in this situation. He was standing in the middle of a trap. And the jaws were closing fast.

“I have to go now.” Ichigo squeaked. He put the lid back on the lotion jar and set it down on the nearby dressing table.

“You’re leaving?”

“Yes.” He choked out. “I should be going home. I had a lovely time with you captain. I’ll see you here around nine tomorrow, OK? See you later Unohana-san.”

He made his way to the door, keeping his eyes focused in front of him, not daring to so much as glance backward as he struggled to get his shoes on. It wasn’t easy. His stiff boner made bending over difficult. He concentrated his entire being on one goal; getting outside. He realized if he didn’t get out soon, he wasn’t going to make it at all. His shoes finally tied, he put his hand on the doorknob. Just as he was about to open the door and make his way to freedom, he heard her speak.

“Before you go, Kurosaki-kun, could you answer one last question for me?”

He didn’t dare turn around. “W…what is it captain?”

“Did you mean what you said?” She asked, her voice purring seductively. “Would you really never even think of sleeping with a woman my age?”

He couldn’t help himself. Slowly he turned around. She was still sitting on the corner of the bed, only now she was facing him, her legs spread wide and her breasts completely exposed. He suddenly realized her sheer panties barely hid her crotch, teasing and accenting far more than it was covering. As he watched, she playfully, mischievously cupped her right breast, running her palm over it, holding it up as she raised her index finger to her smiling lips. This was not her usual calm, serene smile. This was the seductive smile of a temptress. Fear and longing in equal measure coursed through Ichigo’s body like twin lightning bolts. He could not have looked away now if he tried, especially from her eyes. They glinted with lust and hunger and just a hint of cruelty. He was as helpless before her as a bird being hypnotized by a cobra.

“Why don’t you come over here, Ichigo?” She suggested crooking her finger at him.

Fighting for control, he reached backward, weakly trying to find the doorknob. “I…I really should be going.”

“Ichigo.” She gently insisted. “Come here.”

She did not raise her voice or change her tone, but there was no question she had to be obeyed. As soon as she was finished speaking, he was there. He had no memory of how he had crossed the room to stand before her, he only knew he was at the door one second, standing in front of her next. She rose from the bed with a threatening grace.

“I know someone with my…maturity may not be to your tastes.” She breathed, “However, age does confer certain advantages. With time and practice, one can gain many skills.”

She reached her hand out to run her fingertips across his bare chest. Bare chest? When had he taken off his clothes? Glancing around the room in confusion, he saw his clothing scattered across the room in a direct line with the door. He must have stripped as he crossed the floor to the bed. And he had no memory of doing it. Which meant he was standing before her completely naked. And completely erect. He should have scrambled for his pants, should have run for his life, he should have done anything but stand there, but he couldn’t. He was rooted to the spot as her fingers trailed electric fire across his skin.

“We manipulate reiatsu in order to perform kidou.” She explained as she continuously ran her hands over his muscular torso. “It can be used to kill, to bind and even heal. What a lot of people don’t know is that it can also be used like this.”

Her hands began to glow, her energy flooding into his body. A wave of pleasure blasted through him, forcing a gasp from his lips.

“It takes a great deal of time and practice to learn” she continued “Once mastered you can adjust the energy flow to create a wide variety of stimulus.”

She wasn’t kidding either. Ichigo had never felt anything like it. The feeling of her hands on his body was reflected with jolts and spikes of energy inside of his body enhancing the pleasure to an indescribable degree. He could also feel her emotions flowing through the reiatsu pulses. She was amused, aroused and just a little bit vicious.

“This exchange of energies creates a bond.” She continued. “We will each feel and share what the other feels until the one who initiated the link dissolves it. In other words, you will feel like this until I decide to stop it.”

Her hands moved down his body, brushing across his nipples, running lightly down his abs, trailing over his painfully stiff cock, then cradling his balls, all the while providing a continuous flow of spiritual energy. He though he was going to explode as she massaged his sack with her glowing hands.

“You didn’t answer me Kurosaki Ichigo,” she said with a mocking grin. “Would you really never want to have sex with a woman as old as me?”

Fear battled with lust for control. This woman was dangerous. She was already forcing him to submit to her whims wielding power he couldn’t understand. On the other hand, he was feeling pleasure like he’d never felt before. Lust soon gained the upper hand. He wanted more.

“No.” Ichigo growled “I was wrong. I want you.”

He lunged towards her to snatch her into his arms. She seized his jaw, holding it with unnatural strength.

“Easy little one.” She coolly advised. “I’m in charge here.”

She pulled his face close, lightly kissing his lips. He quickly understood she wanted to take things slow. Once she saw he had the rhythm, she let go of his face. He gratefully welcomed her tongue into his mouth, enjoying the taste of her. Her soft lips were heaven against his. He cupped the breast she had used to taunt him, marveling at its weight and softness, rolling her stiff nipple between thumb and forefinger. His other hand trailed down her smooth, muscular back to work under her panties, groping and squeezing her magnificent ass. All the while, her hands rubbed up and down his spine, bombarding him with unbelievably erotic sensations.

Tearing himself away from her mouth, he kissed down the length of her jaw, down her neck as far as her braid would allow, then over to her collarbone. Lifting her breast to his mouth, he nibbled and sucked on her erect nipple, relishing her moans of pleasure. He worked his way across her chest, kissing and nipping all the way. Reaching her signature braid, he began to push it aside with his nose.

“No.” She murmured, pushing his face away.

He persisted, intent on experiencing every inch of her. She slapped him away!

“No! That is not for you. Do not disobey me again."

Ichigo touched his face where she had struck him, alarmed. He didn’t care about the pain. He was more shocked by the sudden loss of the link between them. She had severed the bond of spiritual energy and was glaring at him in anger. He wanted it back, craving the incredible sensations she could summon.

“I’m sorry.” He said. “I won’t try it again.”

Her face was stern and haughty. “Do not forget boy. You will not get another chance.”

He was intensely relieved when she reached out to touch his face with her hands. He could feel the energy again, feel her again. It was like being able to breathe after almost drowning. She guided his head to her other breast. He gladly took her into his mouth, licking, sucking and caressing, careful to avoid her braid. He made his way down her body, sinking to his knees before her. Cupping her ass with both hands, he pressed his face against her silk covered mound, rubbing his cheek against her, inhaling her sweet musky scent.

“Want a taste, do you?” She cooed.

Ichigo could only nod. He reached for her panties to pull them down. She pushed him away.

“Not like that.” She said. “Get on the bed.”

Instantly, he was on his feet. He did as he was told, scrambling to the bed and lying on his back. She grinned wickedly at him as she stepped up to join him. She stood over him, her shapely legs straddling his prone form.

“This isn’t what I had planned for my visit.” She told him. She began to undo the clasps to the garter belt holding up her stockings. Every snap was like a gunshot to Ichigo’s over stimulated senses. “I really did just come to do some shopping by myself.” He fought to keep from whining as she removed the belt from her waist and tossed it aside. “I really am grateful for your help getting around town. I feel silly that I even need it. On the other hand, your comments to your little friend hurt…my...feelings.”

With remarkable grace, she removed her panties, standing rock steady on the soft bed as she lowered them to her knees, then lifting her legs out, first one, then the other. She dropped them on Ichigo’s face. He held them to his nose, greedily inhaling her scent.

“No woman likes to made to feel unattractive. It's one of the worst things you can do. So I decided you needed to punished. There is a price to pay for wounding a woman’s pride. But how to go about it? There are many ways to suffer, Kurosaki Ichigo. Even pleasure can become a torment. That's why I chose this method, to show you the error of your ways while I amuse myself with your body. Not to mention it’s been such a long time since I’ve been able to really relax. I plan on enjoying this thoroughly. I hope you don’t mind if I leave my stockings on?”

“Huh?” He wondered. “Why would I mind if you…?”

His question was cut short as Unohana stepped on his erection. Balancing on one leg, she rubbed her foot up and down. He gasped and arched his back in response. The feel of her silk clad sole alone was amazing, but she was also sending pulses of energy through her foot, shocking him to the core. He groaned and clutched the bed sheets from the pleasure.

“Really now?” she taunted. “All of this from a simple foot job? You like it that much?”

“Yes, I love it.” Ichigo cried.

“You love it, what?” She prompted as she put her heel on his balls.

He felt pain as her weight bore down. In a moment of clarity, he understood exactly what his position was in this relationship.

“I love it…mistress.” Ichigo instinctively answered. “I love your foot on my cock. Please mistress, give me more.”

“Very good, boy.” She said smiling down wickedly at her newly minted love slave.

She resumed stroking him, gripping him with her toes. It gave her a satisfying sense of control watching his muscular young body writhe beneath her, submitting completely to her will. He held her panties against his face, breathing deeply and moaning in bliss, yipping occasionally when she would pinch him painfully with her toes. She pumped her foot harder and faster, bringing him right to the brink. Before he could climax, she removed her foot and held it in front of his face.

“Show me you love me.” She demanded.

Ichigo didn’t hesitate for a second. He seized her foot and began sucking on her toes, doing his best to run his tongue through the silk fabric of her stockings to caress every one. He had no shame or pride anymore, only a burning desire to please his mistress. She laughed at his eagerness. She let him get her toes good and wet. Even though the fabric has to have been scraping his tongue raw, he never stopped licking and sucking. Unohana was pleased with his dedication.

“You do that very well, Kuroaski-kun.” She praised removing her foot. “Here is your reward.”

She boldly strode over his body to stand over his head, then roughly sat on his face. Ichigo didn’t care. He buried his face in the dark curls of her pussy, plunging his tongue into her slippery folds hungrily, frantically, intoxicated by her scent and taste.

“Slowly.” She chided while pulling his hair. “This isn’t a race. Show some consideration and do a proper job.”

He did as he was told, using their reiatsu bond as his guide. He was soon able to figure out what spots satisfied her most, her pleasure buzzing though his tongue like electricity. He pushed a finger inside of her, marveling at how tight she was. He whimpered at the thought of how good it would feel to stick his aching cock inside. Pushing that selfish thought away, he concentrated on servicing his new idol, adding more fingers to her slippery channel and enjoying the taste of her trickling down his throat. Her orgasm built layer by layer as he caressed her clit with his mouth and pumped his fingers in and out, faster and faster. She gasped and moaned, grinding her crotch into his face. At last, she could take it no longer and came with a shuddering cry. He drank in her juices with gusto, pleased that his mistress was satisfied. She rolled off of him, needing a moment to recover.

“Not bad little one.” She said gasping for breath. “You learn fast. I think you deserve a tour of the valley.”

“Huh? What’s that?” He blurted out.

She put her finger over his lips, then rolled on top on him. She started with a deep kiss on the mouth. Sliding her body down, she kissed his neck, then his chest. She kept moving down, kissing his body as she descended. He quivered in ecstasy, his flesh covered in goose bumps. When her breasts reached Ichigo’s crotch, she gathered her legs under her to balance on her knees, then rocked her body back and forth over him.

“Do you understand now?” She asked with a mischievous smile.

He could only nod while he groaned in rapture. Her position and body weight wedged her breasts tightly on either side of his dick, the soft, pillowy flesh creating a heavenly sensation. He instinctively moved his hips in rhythm with her to gain even more stimulation.

"Thank you mistress.” He groveled. “This feels so good.”

“I can tell.” She chortled. “You’re getting very wet down there.”

With a shark like grin, she slid down even more until his purple cockhead popped out from her cleavage.

“Let’s see how you taste Kurasaki-kun.”

Ichigo watched in rapt fascination as she licked him up one side of his shaft, then the other, tonguing the weeping slit at the top to get every drop of his pre-cum. She hummed in appreciation deep in her throat as if it were the most delicious thing she had ever tasted. He gasped loudly when she wrapped her mouth around his throbbing hard on. Her skilled lips and tongue and the ever present electric feel of their bond made this the most amazing blowjob he’d ever experienced. He never seen any sight as beautiful and erotic as this elegant, powerful woman balanced on her knees, her round, full ass framing her ebony hair and gorgeous face, her delicate mouth taking him in remarkably deep with every bob of her head. He wanted to cum more than he could ever remember in his life. In fact, he couldn’t remember ever lasting this long before.

“Why can’t I cum?” he gasped.

Unohana laughed cruelly. “It’s because I don’t want you to, boy.”

She made her way up to straddle his body.

“As long as I control this reiatsu bond, I control what happens to you. You will last as long as I want you to, until I am satisfied.”

Holding Ichigo’s dick, she guided it to her hot sex and lowered her body.

“Oh, that’s nice.” She sighed as he entered her pussy. “It’s been too long since I’ve had such a big hard cock inside me.”

Ichigo was unable to answer. He was unable to speak at all. He could only watch in rapt fascination as she sank down around him, sheathing him to the hilt in her hot, wet snatch. She began to move her body, moaning with pleasure. This was nothing like the athletic coupling he had enjoyed with other girls. Unohana was moving slowly, almost leisurely, rocking on her knees as she rode him up and down. She had superb muscular control, clamping down and gripping him tightly on every upstroke. He’s never felt anything like it.

“Such a cute face you’re making Kuroaski-kun.” She teased. “Have you changed your mind about older woman now?”

He shook his head. “Only about you, mistress. I only care for you.”

She laughed, leaning forward to press her body against him. “So you’re happy being my slave, boy?”

“Very happy mistress.” He murmured as he sought her lips. “I live only to please you.”

She laughed again, a musical blend of delight with an undertone of sadism and menace.

“Good answer Kurosaki-kun. Please your mistress enough and I just may keep you.”

She kissed him deeply then as he ran his hands along her body. He wanted desperately to do as she said, please her so he could stay with her forever. He was becoming addicted to the sensual thrill of being merged with her, physically and spiritually. However, there was nothing more that he could do. He realized she was using his body as a toy for her amusement, an instrument for her satisfaction that she played like a maestro. Everything she was doing with him was for her sexual gratification alone. The fact that it was the most amazing sex he’d ever experienced was beside the point. She was in total control.

She brought herself to climax time and again, her hips moving faster, more urgently. Her fingers dug into his skin leaving welts, her teeth nipped and bit his neck and shoulder. He loved it, all of it, even the pain as she drew blood. He could feel her pleasure echoing in his own body as would build and build before crashing down like a tidal wave, bringing him to the edge of ejaculating, only to be shut down by her will. After resting a minute, she would shift position a little to hit a different spot, then start all over again, sighing and moaning in bliss.

There was little he could do beneath her besides following her commands and matching her rhythm, thrusting in sych with her hips as she ruthlessly fucked him. It seemed to go on for hours, an exquisite torture of rapturous pleasure that threatened to drive Ichigo to madness. His own peaks began to happen sooner, coming closer and closer together until he was continuously on the brink of orgasm. Only Unohana’s constant suppression kept him from going over the edge. It went on and on, actually becoming painful. He needed release!

“Mistress!” He begged unashamedly. “Let me cum! I can’t take it anymore. You have to let me cum!”

“Oh?” She said raising her eyebrow. She smiled savagely at his discomfort. “And who are you to tell me what I must do, slave? You exist only for my pleasure, Kurosaki Ichigo.”

To drive the point home, she clenched her muscles tighter than ever and furiously pumped her hips. Ichigo fought to keep from screaming as the contrast between the torrent of ecstasy and pain of being denied release made him vibrate like a violin string.

“I..I’m sorry, mistress.” He whined. “If it is your pleasure, please, let your lowly slave cum.”

She chuckled at his fawning tone. A hint of mercy reached her eyes and she stroked his face as she slowed down to her former pace.

“Very well Kurosaki Ichigo. You‘ve been a good slave tonight. I will grant you what you ask.”

She rose up to a kneeling position, never stopping her rhythm as she continued to ride him. As Ichigo gazed up at her from the bed, she closed her eyes in concentration. She was so beautiful, her face calm and serene, her body lustrous. He wasn’t sure what he was seeing at first when it started. He soon realized that she was glowing. It began somewhere in the middle of her body, beneath her concealing braid. Gradually, it spread throughout her body, then extended further, filling the room. She was transcendent and celestial, a primal force of nature, an earth mother, a goddess, and the red hotel room was transformed into her temple.

He thought he had reached the limits of pleasure before. He was wrong. Bathed in her golden light, the feelings she commanded increased and intensified. He felt as though he was floating on a glowing sea bound to his mistress body and soul. She smiled down at him, her face now tranquil and forgiving. It filled him with joy.

“Show me you love me.” She whispered.

She reached down and touched him over his heart. As if unlocking a floodgate, Ichigo erupted inside of her, the pleasure sweeping through him like nothing he’d ever experienced. He shouted as he came, his back arching. His cock pulsed as he seized her hips, pressing deeply as he could to empty every drop of his seed inside of her. It was more than just a release, it was an act of worship, an offering to his goddess, a promise of his devotion.

“I love you mistress” he breathed. __________________________________________________________________________________________ “You have to go home now.” She insisted.

“No, I don’t want to.” He protested as she shoved him out the door.

She had put Ichigo under a trance while she healed his scratches and bite marks. She made him forget the past few hours and put in a compulsion to make him want to go home. Somehow, he’d managed to shake it off around the time he was tying his shoes. He really was an astounding young man. She crossed her arms beneath her bathrobe clad bosom.

“I understand your feelings Kurosaki-Kun.” She said with a stern expression. “I had a lovely evening as well. Unfortunately, if you stay the night, there is a very good chance you will die.”

“I don’t care!” He responded. “I only want you, mistress. I don’t care if I die.”

“I’m afraid I do.” She countered. “I still have tomorrow off. It would displease me to have to spend that day disposing of your body.”

He scowled with disappointment, but he kept his mouth shut. Making her unhappy was the last thing he wanted.

She sighed. “I don’t plan on spending the whole day shopping. I still have lots of things we can try tomorrow. We won’t be able to do that if you’re dead.” She reached out to cup his face. “Go home. Sleep well and regain your strength. I will see tomorrow.”

He shook his head. “But mistress.”

“Ichigo.” She calmly ordered. “Go home.”

There was no arguing with her.

“Yes. Of course mistress. I will go home now. I’ll see you tomorrow. Bright and early tomorrow.”

She smiled affectionately as he stumbled down the hall. He didn’t want to stop looking at her, tripping over plants and bumping into walls until he made his way out the door. She went back into the room when he finally left.

That was very naughty of her, she thought. She was afraid she broke him a little. She probably could have shown Ichigo the error of his ways in a less extreme way. Of course, that wouldn’t have been as much fun. It looked like she was going to have to completely erase his memories and restore his mind to its original condition before she left. That was going to be a pain. Still, she knew no matter what she did, a small part of him would always belong to her. It gave a smug boost to her ego that complimented the contentment she was feeling from being well and truly laid. Being a captain left little time for such distractions. It could get lonely. She supposed she had the right to indulge a little being on vacation.

She began to undo her braid as she prepared to take a shower. With her hair unbound, she removed her bathrobe, placing on the rumpled bed. Throwing her hair behind her, she took a good look at her body, lightly tracing the scar on her chest her braid concealed. There was only one man she would ever allow to touch her there. The only man who could ever make her truly happy. The man who gave her that scar. He would never break under her power. Well, at least not easily. She looked forward to trying someday. She winked at her reflection and sauntered off towards the shower

“I’ve still got it.”
The End.
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