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Elated Demons	By : c0p13r Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 9150 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Elated Demons
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How did he end up like this? A hole the breadth of her blade through his sternum.
She had said she would heal him, had let him take the lead on the charge to Aizen even when his path-making skills lacked her refinement. He hadn't expected her to draw her sword when his back was to her; the only thing that saved him from her initial thrust was his natural swordsman instinct. A tired Bankai smacked away the Zanpakuto on reflex, and in that short, sharp instant, Ichigo felt it: the thrill of battle, the need of a challenge… blood.
In that moment, Ichigo was terrified. He'd not felt such a chill since fighting Kenpachi the first time. How could such a terrible feeling resonate from the sweet-faced, ever-compassionate healer of the Gotei 13?!
He took distance from her, off-balance from the shoddy reishi platform forming beneath his feet. She merely faced him with that warm, gentle smile. Such serenity to hide the bloodlust within. "My, you move swiftly for one so injured, Kurosaki-san." Sealed Minazuki was brought across her body in preparation. "I wonder if you truly are prepared to battle." She leapt, and he saw madness in her smile as her sword arced in front of her. It was an aim at his jugular, and carried enough force to break his forearm if he tried to block. He leaned back and caught only the sweep of air from the sword stroke.
"What are you doing?!" he yelled at her when he once again found safety a good ways away from where she stood. His hilt creaked in his tightened grip. "Unohana-san…" She was turning to him, slowly and mechanically. "What's wrong with you?!" He needed an answer! It made no sense!
"You're not…" Unohana gazed at him with her deep-blue eyes, and a look of woe claimed her features. "… strong enough."
They clashed blades two more times, but the disadvantage was clear. Ichigo was operating at little more than half his usual strength, and the concentration it took him to gather the free-floating spirit particles beneath his feet was not helping. Against a captain-class' exhilarated fury, it was only a matter of time before he missed a thrust and felt Unohana effectively bury herself to the hilt within his chest.
Unohana lofted him overhead like a trophy to admire, yet she held no pride in her kill. He was such pitiful sport for one who wanted the fight to last longer. The rampage of Kenpachi's fight, the madness emanating from Mayuri; it had all formed a cocktail that her inner demon drunk up until intoxicated. Now alone in the void with one powerful enough to possibly sate her, she could not have helped herself…
… Yet she was disappointed in the end.
"I wish you were stronger," she said to the body barely drawing breath into his body. "Kurosaki-san…"
Better he die here in the void than against an enemy like Aizen, who would crush his spirit before his life.
Unohana prepped to unsheathe her sword from its body holster, but for a tremor that traveled down the length of it to her very core. She blinked. The substitute was knocking on death's door. Was this an expulsion of the last of his undeniably large reiatsu? Unohana paused to see if it would happen again.
Something did happen, but not something as simple as a tremor. Ichigo's whole body rattled before his mouth opened wide, gurgling on what his slayer thought was blood until a substance like clay spewed from his throat. The healer's eyes widened, and she knew it to be best to get away.
The transformation was practically instantaneous. Orange hair extended and fanned out in the outburst of a malevolent aura. The clay had taken shape over his face; the mask of a vicious demon, long horns jutting from either side. His complexion, streak with red, matched the paleness of a corpse, but this boy was still very much alive, even when a gaping hole opened up around Unohana's sword.
The Fourth Squad Captain's reaction to this phenomenon was too slow. Her sword suddenly free sagged in her careless grip. "What…?"
Tensa Zangetsu carved up in an endeavor to split her in half from groin to skull, but she'd enough sense to dodge this initial attack, not the second. His Zanpakuto was tossed into the abyss, useless after its miss. His claws – formed with jagged red tips – were more trustworthy weapons. Unohana gasped when they caught her and shredded her uniform in the front. Not a wound, but it was an exemplary example of their lethality.
Another woman, one who fretted indecency, would have grabbed the tatters of her robes and tried to cover themselves. Unohana, braid undone by the vicious one's slash, stood there with her arms tense at her sides, unheeded by the draft to her naked front. Naught but a traditional fundoshi hid her modesty, leaving an unabashed gleam of her full, brown-tipped breasts. In between them, the single scar tarnishing her flawless skin throbbed.
Unohana stared at her foe with eyes wide. How long had it been since such pressure forced her down? Her knees trembled slightly under the weight.
Minazuki pointed at the Hollow-masked Ichigo. "Kurosaki-san…" The name was uncertain on her tongue. "What power is this?"
The answer came in a spherical Cero, tearing through the Garganta to set Unohana ablaze. It collided with her platform, but her shunpo was too quick.
The Hollow's sonido was quicker. Tensa Zangetsu was on the path to cut her again. Minazuki intercepted with a sharp clang, one that was felt more on her side than his. She chanced an attack, stabbing at his open ribs, not stopping to ponder if he had went to retrieve his sword with a sonido before attacking or if he was able to summon it at will.
A successful cut that was made moot by the frighteningly-fast regenerative capabilities of the Hollow. The wound bubbled with the clay-like substance, sealed, and smoothed over until it was as if it had never happened.
Not even she could heal so quickly, Unohana thought with wide eyes on the beast. A tactical error that was exploited by raking claws that cleaved the flesh of her shoulder. A shunpo carried her to safety, and her healing touch mended the wound – the same could not be said for her robes, which crumbled off of her in a disjointed sleeve. Rags remained on her now, more naked than not. Her left breast was completely exposed, and her hakama barely retained its grip on her waist.
No period of rest was given; the boy-turned-Hollow was on her in a trice, black metal and red talons everywhere. The first Kenpachi did well against such savagery, for she was no stranger to mindless bloodlust either. Her skin was streaked with red before her healing abilities kicked in, closing the smaller cuts instantly while the larger injuries took a longer time to sew shut. On the Hollow was the same, but at a much faster rate… If this continued, eventually, Unohana's healing reservoir would dry up, and the enemy's would remain full.
Another encounter of blade sent exhilarated sparks that lit up the deranged smile on her face. The last time she felt like this… It had been so long ago! To the immortality of the Shinigami, one-thousand years could pass without much notice. To a beast like Unohana, caged by peace, it was like being prodded by a hot rod each day.
And now she had a competitor, one that was not shackling himself with every sword stroke. She did not know his name. She did not want to. She wanted him to bleed and to bleed with him.
She dove forward and cut open his stomach.
Yes…!
He ripped at her shoulder.
Yes!
They impaled each other simultaneously.
YES!
The orgasmic bliss made Unohana take pause, her head falling back as she gave a great smile to the void around her. She'd so desperately missed this feeling.
Swords slunk out of each other, and right away, the wounds began to close. The enemy's finished quicker, and she was still reeling from the attack before being run-through.
The warp of sonido…
He was going to take her from behind? She awaited the sword piercing through her sternum, overlapping a nameless boy's own claim to her life. She gripped the hilt tightly. No, she would not go down with her back turned! She made to swing around, a last ditch effort that would expose the fatal vulnerability of her ribs. A clean shot at her heart…
But the back of her head was caught before she could pivot, and commanding force shoved her on all fours atop a platform of reishi; not blue-white, but blood red. It blazed beneath her, the fury and madness palpable. This position of submission, the weight of his palm on her head and the positioning of his body as he chased her. Her tongue lulled out to lick lusciously at her lips.
Her hakama was torn down and the round cheeks of her backside were separated by the loincloth. An obstacle the Hollow meant to rip through, but her hips jerked with his hand, and he came up short as only one hole was exposed – the one not slick with excitement.
That did not deter the demon that had unsheathed his swollen manhood. From its tip ran a jagged line of red to smooth flesh, and the undercarriage was striped the same color. Hairless… The Hollow's skin must've covered the boy's, or Ichigo was partial to this sort of grooming.
No matter or concern to her. She herself hardly styled down there beyond maintaining a slight trim. But whatever the preference – if any – the Hollow's aim was not her gash.
She felt his impatient hand shove aside one cheek, the prick of his fingertips touching her supple flesh, and the warm air of the Garganta touching between her.
In one go, the Hollow had lined himself up and plugged with unapologetic haste. Her tight ring stretched painfully around his formidable girth, yet she reacted with a lusty grin and a prolonged groan that echoed from her throat. The beast above her gave a harsh, ragged exhale, steadily crawling deeper into her bowels, his hands anchoring him to her, though she'd no desire of shoving him off. On the contrary, she pressed her back into a deep arch to help wedge his piece into her. His beastly growl grew louder at her cooperation, and every inch of his meat vanished within the hole.
Unohana gulped like something the size of a tangerine had stuck in her throat. She'd not taken someone – or something – so deep before. Her lieutenant was the last to share her bed, but her tentativeness always led Unohana to control the situation and stimulate her as she pleased. Not very many – none alive – knew just how kinky and provocative Unohana could be in bed; none but Isane… and now a mindless Hollow.
"Uhn…!" The Captain endured the sharp thrusts that followed the deep embedment with ease and anticipation. The claws clamped on her ass, spreading her and keeping his view full. He reached for her shoulder, gaining leverage over her motions and yanked her to him each time he hammered inward. She felt her guts rearranging to accommodate his steady, firm piston; if she'd put her hand underneath her navel, she would feel the process. "Harder," she hissed, as if speech made any difference to the Hollow's primal will.
A screech of rage or pleasure tore from his throat, his jaws opening wide a dark abyss within. He lifted from his knees to balance on the balls of his feet, now squatting deeply over Unohana's backside and ramming harder and harder into it at a more severe angle. "Yesss," slurred the woman, eyes turning upward, elation filling her veins as the talons took hold of her gullet. He could strangle the life out of her as he fucked her, or rip her throat out and do as he wished with her carcass until she was simply bone that he'd grind to dust.
No… a simple choking sufficed. Her breath grew more ragged as her windpipe narrowed. It felt like firecrackers in her head, brain cells bursting from less oxygen. Slow, but effective destruction… She loved this monster.
Defying the grip of his hand, she twisted around, breasts still shaking up and down with his vicious rending of her ass. She caught the back of his head and tugged him into what should have been a kiss if he'd lips; she settled for slathering her tongue over his fangs and dipping in between them. He did not bite at her like she half-expected him to; he just hissed and continued to rail her, more slowly than before, but no less insensitive. He accepted her licking like a devil accepted sacrifice, but inevitably, he'd grown tired of it. With a sharp shriek, he lifted his right foot and put it to Unohana's face, stepping on her when she was fully subdued, fully prostrated. Her long hair stuck out around her head in all directions, the ends hanging off the Hollow's platform.
"Uhn! Un-un! Ah!"
Facedown and ass up, she took the anal pounding harder and deeper than before, more thoroughly even, as if he was determined to reach the deepest, most intimate parts of her being. The beast grunted above her, gurgled and hissed as he continuously tilted his hips into hers. Her rear compressed and decompressed and compressed again each time he drove his pelvis downward. Beneath her, squashed by his weight added to hers, her breasts swelled and her nipples met the hot platform of the Hollow's power. The surface was smooth, yet grated just enough to stimulate the puckered pebbles. And with his foot pressing on the side of her face – The elation! – she could not grope herself in the way she wished.
In the void of the Garganta, the only sounds heard were her deep-throated, sometimes muffled grunts and groans, the Hollow's breath, and the hot, wet squelch of his body joining to her colon. Harder and harder, his hips hit her butt until she felt like she would bruise, and he kept on going. As best as she could, hardly able to move underneath his talon foot, she tried to rock back into him. Her fundoshi was stained with her juices, the indecent spot growing each time the offender's testicles banged up against her crotch.
At one point, the Hollow nearly disengaged entirely, and Unohana's rim struggled to maintain the bulbous tip within. Did he intend to leave her unsatisfied? She actually dreaded the notion, but relief returned like a tidal wave after the tide receded. He crammed himself back into her used hole, deeper and deeper and deeper until his groin shoved against her firm mounds and she could feel his sac resting tightly between his pelvis and her snatch. She rolled her hips as if he'd commanded her to, stimulating her clit as much as she could with what she had to work with.
It was inevitable that she bring her hands into play. One supported herself, resisting just enough of his weight so that he didn't squash her, and the other sought the union of their bodies, the juncture of their legs. Her forefinger and middle finger sized up his shafted, splitting around it while also measuring the separation of her anus around him. Then she went to his balls, heavy things secure inside the membrane of Hollow-tough skin. She fondled them as if this were a medical examination, turning them this way and that, feeling their roundness and heaviness.
It must've pleased the Hollow, for he immediately went to frenzy, hands returning to her waist to steady her as he slammed himself into her, harder and faster than before. His voice steadily climbed from the raspy hiss to an echoing scream. He beat his hips to hers, and she braced with each swat with a grimace and a grunt. The stimulation on her clit rushed her to climax, a throaty cry to coincide with the gushing essence further staining her fundoshi.
Isane, sweet and tender, never made the demon cum like this.
The muscles tightened up around him, and the lining of Unohana's rectum flexed in her release. Lust and all manner of sin fed into him from her flaring reiatsu, and the Hollow bowed under the unrestrained show of her power. But he answered with his own display, screeching and intensifying the air with his equally-demonic aura. The world of the Garganta was inherited by wickedness as the two devils came to release. Not for an instant did the Hollow end his abuse of Unohana's ass, shoving into her over and over while his essence traveled into her in heavy volleys that stuck to her insides. The quantity inevitably overflowed, squirting around his pelvic region while he continued his charge.
"Rrrah! Rah! RrrrrRAHHH!" He packed himself as deep as he was able while the remnants of his orgasm flooded her bowels. His roar was mighty as he claimed her, claws raking down her back to leave lines of blood in her skin. She reveled in the delicious pain, and she would not soon forget the delight of this encounter, even as the Hollow recovered and began again, huffing and hissing.
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Ichigo came awake in a puddle of slime, and his eyes opened to take in the sight of some bizarre creature that looked like it belonged in the ocean! Stammering, he tried to scurry away and make sense of what he was seeing, but the slime – the creature's mucus, most definitely – made his actions slippery and clumsy.
"Awake, Kurosaki-san? I'm glad to see you in good spirits."
Ichigo blinked and looked to his right. He was still in the void of the Garganta, and he and the creature and now even Unohana-san were on a broad plateau of reishi, refined and elegant; her work, no doubt. She sat in ceremonious wait, legs tucked under her and her hands on her thighs as she waited. Ichigo looked at her… looked a little longer… and then gawked.
"Minazuki was able to heal you in his stomach," she explained to the flabbergasted boy. "It will still take some time to handle the recovery of your spiritual energy, I'm afraid."
Ichigo pointed at her, stammered a bit, and finally got out the words that were bothering him. "Why are you dressed like that?!"
It was true that her clothing was an issue; rather, the lack of her clothing made Ichigo stammer and stumble. Only her braid retained its usual neatness while her clothes were torn to bits, hanging on her like shrouds of night.
Unohana simply laughed politely. "Such a fuss," she mused behind her lifted hand. Her blue eyes peered at him as if to goad him. "And you've not even looked at your own state."
Unsure what was meant by that, Ichigo looked himself over and saw just what she meant immediately, sticking out like a sore thumb in front of his hakama. What was he doing with his dick – hard as a rock! – sticking out, pointing insistently at Unohana-san?!
"Wha-what?!"
He made to cover himself, but Unohana's shunpo was the faster in the race against his hands. She stood before him, and being shocked while covered in slime, Ichigo fell on his ass.
"Now, now," she cooed as Minazuki loomed above her with its great smile. "We can't have you going into battle like that…" She lowered herself gracefully to the stunned teen, taking her position between his legs. "Kurosaki-san."
She slammed his cock to the back of her mouth before he could even think of a modest protest.
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