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Ichigo and The Zombie	By : c0p13r Category: Bleach > General Views: 1049 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Zombie
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            After giving his word to Kenpachi – “I’m here to save you.” – Ichigo stood on business and proved he had what it took to do just that. The time spent in the realm of Squad Zero and the Soul King was well worth it. A troupe of Quincy that had taken down the toughest Shinigami – when he was battle weary already, but still a phenomenal feat – could be made short work of.
            “Dammit!” Candice Catnipp broke the bloodred sky with shocks of lightning, but Kurosaki Ichigo didn’t flinch. The niceties of rejoining comrades and entering battle were done away with. He carved through the best that Candice could perform. Because of his training/rivalry with Tatsuki, he wasn’t dissuaded from using force against these women; a harder thing to carve them down. A persuasive elbow to the gut should keep Candice out of commission as he dealt with the rest.
            Meninas acted next, swinging at him barbell batons made of pink reishi. He humored her with a few parries and dodges, but he was getting restless with this action banter. His dual weapons went through the batons and sent the buxom Quincy soaring on a blunted Getsuga Tensho.
            He wasn’t given a reprieve when Liltotto seized her chance. “You probably taste better than the rest of those Shinigami,” she observed, attacking with reishi and her own mouth. Beartrap after beartrap, but Ichigo pursued through them easily enough. Attacking women was one thing. For a kidlike Quincy – even if she was likely much older than she looked – he just couldn’t do anything serious. She tried for one last ditch effort attack, hit him pointblank with a “Spork!” Ichigo separated her hands, disengaging the formation, went in a full and brutal circle, yelling as he pitched the lithe girl to the distance. The air pressure alone would keep her subdued.
            “Aw~ he really is tough,” Giselle considered from her hiding place. She didn’t have the physical strength to actually contend with him seriously, and her stockpile of reishi attacks were hardly serious at all! More of just things she fancies in her solitude. “Maybe I can go get some more zombies before I bring out Bambi-chan…”
            Too late for any of that. Her reaction time was no match for Ichigo’s speed and his ability to sense his enemies. All at once, Gigi fell into her act, holding out her hands and waving frantically for mercy. “Wait-wait-wait! Full stop! Are you really ambushing a defenseless girl?! I thought the Special No. 1 Power would be wa~ay cooler than…!” She stopped short.
            Ichigo’s shorter blade came up, crossing his body in preparation. It took just a flex of power to do away with the others. Even compared to Lili, Gigi was considered frail. She amped up her pleading, waving her arms frantically. Her blood couldn’t be shed if she was blasted to ash!
            “I don’t have time to mess around, but… It might be the only time.”
            “Eh?”
            Before Gigi could try to make sense or pursue his statement, the blade carved the air. No reiatsu was carried with it; just a mighty, concentrated slash of air. “Eh?” she uttered again, glancing down at herself. All shreds; her clothes did not survive Ichigo’s blast. Her skinny body exposed, and her secret hanging between her thin legs.
            “I thought so.”
            Her eyes came up, no longer bright and animated; she was livid, but hadn’t the facial practice to express it.
            “There was something off about you,” Ichigo said, lowering his blades.
            I’ll kill him! “Dancing Dead Boys Club!” She willed the goofy skeletons into existence and commanded them to kill Kurosaki Ichigo. But even her best was nothing but fodder for Ichigo’s strength. Sheer speed defeated the bones, knocking them aside and escaping the range of their clutches. Gigi staggered. “Huh?”
            The presence was felt behind her, but she didn’t have to reaction time to meet him. In blinding speed, he swooped Giselle off the ground, hooking her legs over his arms, spreading them and shamelessly displaying her cock and scrotum. She had to look down to see if this was real. She’d never been so indecently exposed; even earlier, when she was balls-deep in Bambietta’s unresponsive mouth, jerking off to pump her life-giving cum into the dead Quincy, she was mostly clothes and hid under a sheet while the other Bambies dutifully kept watch outside their hidey hole.
            But at a second glance, Gigi found that her cock was not alone! An erection was siding her flaccid penis, coming up long and hard from behind her. Was this…?! Special Power No. 1’s dick?! What was it doing out here?! Was it an accident? And why was it erect in the first place?!
            She was elevated slightly; a motion to get the hard dick underneath her. She – being a deviant herself – knew exactly what it meant and was not in the least surprised – though fearful – when that big thing came up, squishing against her asshole. She turned halfway to the Special Power. “Hey-hey, what are you planning to do with that? You can’t possibly think it’d fit there…”
            Raw…
            Just how Gigi liked to give it. On the receiving end, she made a sound like she was retching, like she had taken Ichigo’s elbow to the stomach instead of Candi. His pole proved more resilient than the tightness of her anus. It stuck up straight against her weight – which wasn’t much – bearing down on it. With the precum built up from sexual tensions, he had accumulated an excess amount of precum, aiding with the tight insertion. All the busty ladies swinging their tits around him, baths, food, he was rocking a pretty hard one for a while and needed relief. What luck to have run into a group of sexy Quincy. But like he had with Yhwach, he knew exactly which one to go after who would be most receptive to his advances.
            He made a very deep, masculine grunt as he wedged inside of her. She was not used; or if she had been, not used for some time. He struck through the condensed walls, though they fluttered and tried to shut him out. Thick and long, the Quincy couldn’t believe it could fit inside her teeny body.
            How does Candi do it?!
            “H-hold on a little,” Gigi wheezed, her hands going back to grab at Ichigo’s robes for a second. “Couldn’t—ah~♥—couldn’t you spit on it first?”
            “I said I don’t have time,” he huskily reminded her. The hands that had acted more as support now hooked around her drab thighs to rear her over the last two inches.
            “Ahh~♥” Gigi rasped, a look of transcendent elation on her drooling face. “So~ deep~♥”
            And he was doing a fine job rubbing against her prostate. Her flaccid penis quickly filled with blood and had begun twitching itself, already spurting a little bit of pre-cum. For all that had accumulated for Ichigo over hours of unsated erections, Gigi could proudly express the ease of her own drippiness in a matter of seconds. If it didn’t feel so good already, Special No. 1 Power’s cock digging up her rectum, she would summon Bambi over to suck her favorite treat from her master’s pole. Maybe next time…
            “If you gave me more warning,” slobbered the cockroach-haired Sternritter, looking back at her defiler, “Bambi-chan could have joined the fun~.”
            Ichigo scoffed. This wasn’t about fun. He began to lift Gigi and then drop her back on his mighty cock, her making lewd choking noises as he fixed her guts around him. This was about preparing for real battle on a Soul King scale. Whatever the body needed, he must see to it. Kirio-san was insistent on that teaching.
            Teaching or not, Gigi was just glad to have a good ride on a great dick! She giggle, butterflies swirling in her stomach when she rose to the tip, and like the plummet of a roller coaster, her stomach lifted when he stuck back into her, hitting all the right spots on his way in to make her cock throb with mini orgasms.
            “Keep going~♥ Keep going just like that~♥ I won’t tell anyone, Kurosaki Ichigo~”
            Like Ichigo believed that… though it was a bit reassuring to hear. But it was time to take it up a notch. Hoisting her up and down was growing tedious now that he worked her asshole open a bit more for him. He switched the position of his arms, dominating the little Quincy, nearly folding her in half as he caught the back of her neck, trapping her in a full nelson with her legs still trapped in the crooks of his elbows.
            Gigi’s eyes widened, forced to start down at her swinging cock and bouncing balls. When they came up, at this vantage point, she could just barely make out Ichigo’s dick where it was sliding in and out of her. Where has this guy been?! she wondered, recalling the Daten of His Majesty saying that Kurosaki Ichigo had a weakness to big-breasted, provocative women. Gigi was undeniably flat and came up short in other feminine traits. It seemed Ichigo had gotten over that hitch and was able to take what he needed. She couldn’t imagine making him a zombie! What a waste of vigor!
            Her feet flopped around her ears as he stabbed into her. The sounds of their rutting – their moans and wet squelch of his cock going in and out of her ass – weren’t interrupted when Ichigo’s sandals slid across the ground, searching for better purchase. Soon, his voice began to raise over Gigi’s mewling squeals, exciting her. “Are you going to cum? Where are you going to do it?!”
            Ichigo just sneered, took a hand from the back of her neck, and grabbed her dick. With vigorous strokes, he tilted her dripping penis up. Gigi blinked. “Eh?” Her own orgasm took her and blew across her face. The same juices that brought Bambi-chan back as a zombie in reserve streaked into her partially open mouth, across her cheek and nose, getting in her long, draped hair; making an absolute mess of her with what did not shoot harmlessly by to land on the surrounding rubble.
            Gigi had never taken a facial before, always too keen to see all the other Bambies’ faces soaked in jizz to every try it herself like this. It was… orgasmic itself to be humiliated like this…
            But then Ichigo’s cock filled her to its fullest, and a deafening yell rang in her ear. No, this was even better! Ichigo’s fist still locked around her dick, knowing how to milk it the same as he milked his own in private. But now her had her; a quick cock sleeve to wring out all his pleasure and stress. The heat bubbled up like rising lava; first a soft overspill, and then a warning shot that could not get far in the tight tract. But the following bursts seeped in, searing the intestinal lining as it surged deep, packed up tight with following, resounding thrusts from his hips.
            Gigi fell against the man cumming inside her body. “So that’s what it feels like,” she slurred. “Bambi-chan’s so lucky~♥” She imagined all the tadpoles swimming around her insides, assaulting the infertile lining of her bowels before hopelessly expiring. She’d void them at once, and hopefully her ass would be able to close without her ‘The Zombie’ modifications.
            Her period of resting didn’t last long. Ichigo nearly dropped her – catching her before she could tumble to the ground – and put his dick in her mouth before she knew what was going on. Her hands clutched at his cloak, her eyes wide to stare down the length not yet inside her mouth. He’d suffocate her! Eagerly, with that thought in mind, she began to beat her shaft and tried to get Ichigo locked in her throat! Autoerotic asphyxiation was amazing, after all!
            But that was not Ichigo’s intent; to get off again and let her get off. He just needed his dick cleaned. When she had done a suitable job – still masturbating like a monkey – he took his cock out, put it away, and took back to the sky. The other Bambies had probably started to regroup.
            In his wake, though, Gigi remained crumpled on the floor, smeared with cum, leaking it from her asshole, and an erection still persisting at her groin. “Hey,” she called after him. “Where are you going?! Are you coming back?!”
            No answer; he was already engaged with Candi again. She sulked. “Boo~,” she pouted. “And I was gonna call Bambi-chan over too.”
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I just wanna say: perversions should always be done wisely and ONLY with consenting adults. I honestly don’t personally know the affects of strangling yourself or your partner during orgasm, but I will say always be safe and careful, and again, remember: consent. Write up a contract for your lover detailing your degeneracy, you rapist!
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