Orgy at Mayuri's

There was something with the way he thrusted himself into her, with desperation, perhaps with a little bit of possessiveness. There was something in the way he kept her legs spread apart and lifted her hips so that he could thrust into her deeper, and there was something inside her that prompted her to scream – as though a carnal beast was about to find its way out – as the tip of Ishida’s swollen cock touched her again and again on that sensitive spot inside her where no one, in her ridiculously long life as a hollowed soul and an Arrancar – had been able to find, let alone touch. It was as if he had touched a button inside her that ignited her fire, triggering an even hungrier, lustful version of her. Never had "Nelliel" ever felt so good, so fulfilled, yet so hollow at the same time. She wanted more, more of him – and if her hip movement was an adequate sign, the way she was moving into him, accommodating his thrusts with the movement of her pelvic, with raspy gasps and shuddering breaths – were all signs of longing. The more Ishida filled her, the more her yearning for him grew. And truth be told it was not just for him. There was this growing, insatiable need inside her, driving her into the peak of her heat. And she didn’t know if she could ever satisfy it.

Humans used to call this act ‘making love’ – Nelliel knew. But she wasn’t sure such intense physical activity, propelled by burning desire and lustful thirsts, were adequate forms of affection. There was no love in this, she realized. All they did was intense, raw mating. As if they were animals that let their carnal instincts guide them, they were ready to fuck until – as Mayuri had put it – “their juices run dry, until their knees buckle beneath them, and until the tip of his cock was swollen”. And still, Nelliel knew that the heat pool in her belly will still not be satisfied by then. She wanted more – so much more, not just once or twice. She wanted to fuck until the dawn broke, until her body run out of energy, until the yearning and burning desire she felt in her core had subsided. But still, she didn’t know when that time will come, or how many hundreds of rounds of wild sex would she have to get into, before that time – if ever, will come.

Oblivious to what’s going on between Ishida, Nelliel, and Meninas – Mayuri was having his own bit of fun, or too much of it perhaps – with his own soul copies in different bodies. Surrounded by the tall, big-breasted figure of Harribel to his right, and Unohana – now stripped naked of her clothes, to his left. The captain of Thirteenth Division was always covered dressing with modest clothes that hardly reveal any patch of skin, so it was a pleasant surprise for Mayuri when he finally saw her undressing. She had large, full breasts that were characteristic of a mature woman around her age, and Mayuri couldn’t help but take her erect, rosy nipples into his mouth the second he set his eyes on them. Suckling and fondling her breasts like there was no tomorrow, he couldn’t help but laugh inwardly at his triumph. He had succeeded in controlling Unohana, the strongest captain! There was something about having such a powerful woman under his control, it made him feel even more powerful, like he was undefeatable. There were things power couldn’t achieve, but who needed power when he could achieve everything with cunnings? Mayuri smirked, biting Unohana’s nipple not to gently, causing her to let out a surprised gasp.

“In time, everyone in this realm – either Soul Society, Hueco Mundo, or the Wandenreich – will bow to me!” Mayuri let out an evil cackle. He reached out his hand and grabbed Harribel’s full breasts, tracing his tongue hungrily from the nape of her neck down to her dark nipples, then started sucking them, scraping at them with his tongue, leaving teeth marks all over. Harribel grimaced in pain at his rough play, but Mayuri’s hand had found its way to the bottom, and forcefully spread her legs apart before pushing himself inside her. Ooh. The sheer joy of fucking an enemy! To have such a powerful enemy crumbling before him as he ploughed inside her with enough **** to drive her back, her boobs swayed and jiggled as her body rocked forward and backward following his rhythm, her breaths ragged and her body shuddering in a mix of pain and pleasure… all of this turned Mayuri on even more. If anything, dominance was where he excelled the most. Dominance over weak subjects were boring, but dominance exerted over these powerful subjects as he turned them into mere sex objects to satisfy his desire… the dominance he felt when he saw their eyes clouding with despair over the total loss of control of their own body, and realizing that they were about to be violated repeatedly for the sake of satisfying his lust… that was the kind of dominance he loved.

“Unohana! Soi Fon! Isane!” he roared. “Stop standing around there, and join me!”

They all turned around, slowly, to face him. Then, almost in unison, they said, “Yes, Mayuri-sama,” and moved toward him. Soi Fon and Isane took place at either one of his sides, their hands traced gingerly over his bare chest. Unohana bravely took place in front of him, sending Mayuri a suggestive look before taking his lips in a deep, hot kiss.

“Give us your orders, Mayuri-sama,” she said after they broke apart for breath. “We are all under your commands now.”