An Unstoppable Train of Love.

Edit: continuity error fixed.

When I was 13, I asked out Emma McMahan to the school dance. She was the prettiest girl in the school in my opinion. I was smitten with her, and she rejected me, forcefully and with lots of laughter and embarrassment: I won't go into the details. When I got home, my mom saw me sulking and asked what happened. I told her what happened and she got angry that Emma would be so graceless. Mom hugged me, kissed the top of my head, and took me to get dinner at our local sushi restaurant. She told me that since Emma acted like “such a bitch" she wouldn't have been a good date anyway. It cheered me up, and she told me that one day I would meet a girl who loves me completely, loves every part of me, from head to toe, inside and out.

Somehow I doubt this was what she had in mind.

Rangiku tackled me to the ground and began huffing my neck like a dog whose master just got back from the hospital. She had protected my head from the fall with her hand and with her other hand she had taken my hand and **** it into her mouth. I was appropriately confused.

“Um, Rangiku?” I asked aimlessly. It was sort of a generalized ‘Hi how are you what the fuck are you doing’ but I didn’t know how to articulate it well in the moment.

She replied with a grunt, no doubt due to my hand being in her mouth, then popped it out to answer me, “Sorry about that, but I had to get that out of the way, first.” Her voice was extremely similar to her English dub, but had a distinct difference I couldn’t place. “I’m finally here, and you’re really really real. I had to commit your flavor and smell to memory. It’s going to become my favorite,” she said, and I imagined her with heart pupils. She was on top of me cowgirl style now, and I felt pretty helpless beneath her, her big smile at the center of my vision, her hair tickling my face. “I’ve been waiting for so long.”

I remembered that she’s like 200 years old or so. “Glad to, uh, help out.” I was being overwhelmed here. She was a runaway train of love. In Bleach, she was in love with Gin and staunchly believed in him despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary, so maybe she’s actually a really lovey dovey girl behind the playful bimbo persona. But as I was thinking this she was fiddling with my belt. “W-what are you doing?”

“I can’t fuck you with this thing in the way!” she practically sang, yanking my belt out and pulling my pants down. Eventually she got tired of fiddling with it and just tore my pants open, revealing my friend down there. It stood at attention, and before I could raise an objection (not that I’m sure I was going to do so) Rangiku had removed her own pants and impaled herself on it before I had time to appreciate the naked lower half of her body. I expected my first time with her to be significantly more ceremonious than this but she’s just an animal.

“Aufghughffuih” I said gracefully, feeling tight, moist wonderfulness around my cock. And then she started moving. Up and down she went, vigorously pleasuring me like the world would end if we didn’t finish this as soon as possible. Her breasts, threatening to bust out of her robe at any minute from the intense bouncing, her hair dancing like she was in a bounce house, it was angelic. The heat generated by our bodies, our clothes, our breath. It was overwhelming, tempered only by the cold floor of the rift chamber.

I was nearing my limit. She was too hot, I couldn’t handle it. I grabbed her hips, my instincts taking over completely. The sudden sensation drew her attention right as I **** her down, and thus myself deep, as far as I could before releasing myself. “AAAAAAAAAHHHH” she screamed in ecstasy. If I had moaned myself, I couldn’t hear it over hers. She collapsed onto me, muttering various syllables of ‘i love you’, ‘never going back’ and ‘forever and ever’.

But… I wasn’t done. Even though I just came, I needed more. I needed more waifu sex. Rangiku was in shock, she was still in her hypnotized post-orgasm (although she could technically STILL be cumming technically) state, but I needed more and I couldn’t allow my dick to go down before I got it. I rolled her over, forcefully, and positioned myself above her this time. Her cleavage was just barely covering her nipples was hypnotic and aggravating, I had to see them. I tore open her robe and exposed my new favorite delights into the world. Huge tits with tiny nipples.

That gave me the energy I needed. I started fucking her myself this time, the stimulation bringing her somewhat out of her stupor with various ‘oh my god’s and ‘yessss…’s escaping her lips among the various other sounds of sex. I was suddenly dreading my years of insufficient physical activity threatening to exhaust me before I could have my wonderful sex, but I kept pushing through. If I was exhausted later, so be it. I needed. This. NOW! And planted my dick as deep as I could go yet again and let loose my load.

And then I passed out right onto her, caught by big, pillowy tits and strong arms.

Rangiku Matsumoto picked herself and the new center of her universe off of the ground, both fairly naked and laying in a small puddle of sweat and various other bodily fluids as the result of their combined lust. She needed a minute to come down from the high of the strongest orgasm she could conceive of, but afterward she was just fine. She was a Shinigami, a Soul Reaper. As strenuous as sex inherently is, once the high dies down it's nothing compared to the activity she has to perform when fighting at the level of a lieutenant of a division of the 13 Court Guard Squads. She had her comatose hubby up in a princess carry, admiring all of his cute little features she had imagined for as long as she had been aware of the Harem Hero manga. Between his fairly ordinary appearance and the slapdash method in which she was summoned to her new home, Rangiku had pieced together that she was fairly early on in the story, and she looked around.

Aside from the young man in her arms, the only other thing alive in the room was the scientist. She certainly looked the part. Rangiku walked up behind the little lady and hoped her knowledge of this world was accurate to the manga. "Doctor??" she asked the girl in the coat, and nudged her shoulder with Jason's foot.

Mitsuru turned around and removed her headphones, which were blaring intense heavy metal, "Oh good, the two of you are finished." She looked at the pair, up and down. Jason was naked below his waist where his pants were torn off of him, but clothed above that. Rangiku was dressed but flushed and her hair was quite disheveled and one of her breasts peeked out of her robe. "Looks like you had fun." to which Rangiku nodded confidently.

Being brazenly lewd was her role in Bleach, so being casually naked like this was hardly surprising. "He sure took a while to summon me, even if I'm his first I'm over 200 years old now. I'm much too beautiful to have been kept waiting like this." She replied, in a more standard Rangiku fashion.

"There's a couch in the observation room up there, if you want to let him sleep for a bit." And put her headphones back on, not-so-subtly ending the conversation. Rangiku nodded at the girl who was no longer looking nor listening to her, and flew up to the observation room, laying her husband on the sofa. She poked his cute little face and looked over him to memorize every inch of him. She chuckled to herself, trying to calm down from the shock of the best day of her life. She didn't have to be in such a rush. After all, if her manga was of any indication...