Yachiru the Yowler

As you look over the beautiful young woman before you, you can’t help but feel your heart warm, a fresh heat of passionate love flowing from your heart to every last bit of your body. It was only a few minutes ago that you hadn’t thought of Yachiru as anything but as an energetic pink haired runt, the little pink haired menace worming her way into your heart as a sibling, someone to protect and care for with your entire being. However, looking upon her now you can’t help but see her in a very different light, a gaze that is far more mature than your previous assumption. Lying above you, her curtain of silky soft pure pink hair surrounding your head, is one of the women that you love, a special person in your life that you wouldn’t give up for anything in the world, “Yachiru-hime, I love you.”

Yachiru’s permanent blush is one of the few things that she retains from her previous form yet at your voice it grows even deeper, a blanket of fresh crimson covering her face and all the way to the top of her buxom bosom, “R-Really Nii-chan?”

Chuckling a bit at the nervousness un Yachiru’s voice you reach up with your two hands, your rough palms cupping Yachiru’s flushed cheeks as you whisper, “Really Yachiru-hime, with all of my heart and soul.” With your words spoken you gently pull the matured Yachiru into a slow and sultry kiss, your lips gently conforming against her own as your hands slip from her cheeks, down her neck, and finally at her lower back leaving her entire body encircled by your large arms. This apparently has a very pleasant effect on Yachiru as she purrs happily in your embrace, her fingers tightening slightly on your leather coat as she gently grinds her body against your own. Yet, despite her loving movement Yachiru moans in discontent, a quiet whine followed quickly be her pulling away with a slightly annoyed but utterly cute expression of denied pleasure.

“Nii-chan…” Yachiru pouts, her lips poking out slightly as she tugs at your clothing with firm insistence, “Yachiru wants to see all of you~”

Smirking a bit you look into Yachiru’s pink gaze, your body laid prone before her before you speak, “Your wish is my command Yachiru-hime…”

Yachiru squeaks in surprise as you suddenly turn the tides on the pink haired princess, your body flipping her onto her back and gently pinning her down with your sheer size. This elicits a slight moan from Yachiru which prompts you to lean back on your knees, your arms quickly setting to work on shedding your coat and shirt while Yachiru puts the full **** of her focus on your pants and the large tent hidden beneath. Bit by bit your clothing is removed by the tandem effort between Yachiru and yourself, the pink haired goddess momentarily breaking her matured state as she frantically tried to figure out the mechanics of your leather belt and tattered denim jeans.

This also isn’t helped that your task is far simpler than Yachiru’s, something that leads you to tease Yachiru endlessly as she attempts to finish disrobing you. Over and over again your hands find Yachiru’s massive breasts, your hands kneading and squeezing the sensitive flesh and gently pinching her perky nipples sending shockwaves of pleasure and the creeping vines of orgasm throughout her entire body. Over and over you tease Yachiru, even going so far as to suck one of her delectable nipples into your mouth just to distract her from her task. Yet, no matter how hard you try Yachiru seems deeply focused on her work, her shaking hands tearing at your pants as she moans and groans from your endless attention.

After a decent amount of fumbling and pleasured **** Yachiru finally has your pants undone and off your body, the material joining your coat and shirt only to be swiftly accompanied by your boxers leaving you bared before the pink haired woman below you. Due to your ravaging of her body Yachiru’s eyes are tinted with lust as she stares directly at your pulsing erection, her desire made obvious by a slow lick of her lips and a hungry gaze in her eye, “Oh? Does my Yachiru-hime like?”

Not trusting her voice Yachiru nods furiously, her blush having deepened to almost impossible levels as her hands seem incapable of removing themselves from their body for more than a moment. Though, with your clothing gone Yachiru’s gaze of lust intensifies and you quickly find Yachiru’s hands on your shoulders, her legs gently but insistently wrapping around your waist as she begins pulling you to her superheated and drooling sexual core.

In moments you find yourself at the entrance to Yachiru’s maidenhood, her wet lips gently kissing the tip of your throbbing rod as she softly gasps at the sensation. This seems to snap some semblance of sanity back into Yachiru, her pink eyes clearing slightly from their fog of fornication to focus on your orbs of compassionate desire, “Yachiru-hime…I want to know…are you absolutely sure?”

Blinking a few times Yachiru gives you a wide smile, her head nodding as offers up a slightly harsh whisper, “Y-Yeah…come Nii-chan…m-make Yachiru a woman…m-make her YOUR woman…”

You lean down closer to Yachiru’s pillowy soft lips as you speak, your voice husky and low as you speak with tones of love and desire, “This might hurt at first Yachiru-hime…and if it hurts too much then tell me to stop…”

Once more Yachiru nods and with that final bit of confirmation you feel Yachiru’s legs tighten around you, the **** of her squeeze enough to push your bulbous head into the entrance of her waiting walls. This sends a sharp gasp through Yachiru, the sudden invasion causing a quick moment of pain before she lets off a sigh of relaxation. You send Yachiru a concerned look but she simply smiles, her head nodding as she gives you a light squeeze of your hips which prompts even more of your shaft to delve deeper into her depths. Bit by bit you slowly fill Yachiru to the very brim with your pulsing organ, your rock hard cock spreading her silken sheath as you push further and further into her virgin womb. For a moment you feel yourself stopped by a small bit of resistance but a quick jerk of Yachiru’s legs tears it away, Yachiru’s maidenhood vanishing not in a yelp of pain but rather a quiet moan of relief.

Deeper and deeper does your manhood slide into Yachiru’s freshly deflowered womb until at last you bottom out, her writhing walls twisting and grabbing at your pulsing shaft as Yachiru moans in delirious ecstasy, “N-Nii-chan…Y-Y-Yachiru…c-can’t think! E-Everything is…so hazy…so good!” Yachiru purrs happily as she tightens her legs around you, her lips finding your shoulder and giving you a soft nip as she whispers, “Nii-chan…Yachiru is so full…so full of her Nii-chan’s love…”

Groaning a bit you feel Yachiru’s walls give you a vice like squeeze, her dripping peach conforming to your every bump and ridge as you softly grunt, “F-Fuck…Y-Yachiru-hime…you feel so tight…and so damn good!”

Yachiru moans and her legs tighten, pulling you even deeper before releasing you ever so slightly, “Th-Then show me Nii-chan…give Yachiru…every last bit…that she could ever handle…”

Yachiru’s voice is so sexy and arousing that you can’t help but pull your hips back and slam into her with the full **** of your muscles, your powerful thrust pushing her along the bed eliciting a pleasure filled scream from Yachiru, “N-Nii-chan! More! Yachiru want’s…MORE!”

With Yachiru’s blessin your hips begin to hammer and pound into Yachiru, the pink haired vixen howling loudly and shaking the foundations of the world as you fuck her with every last bit of your being. Over and over you feel the tip of your cock slam against the entrance of Yachiru’s cervix, her most sacred area being assaulted by your thick cock leaving her to call your name to the heavens, the presence of being called ‘nii-chan’ dropped as Yachiru sings out in euphoric rapture, “J-John-chan! P-Pound Yachiru! F-Fuck her! M-More! Yachiru needs it John-chan! Y-Yachiru needs J-John-chan’s love!”

With ever y shout your pace quickens, with every call for your love and lust your actions become stronger and more powerful, with ever one of her desires being screamed to the heavens you reciprocate with a powerful thrust and a nip on the tip of her light pink nipple. As all good things must however you quickly feel yourself begin to come to an end, your balls beginning to bubble as Yachiru’s slick sheath squeezes in another mounting climax, “Y-Yachiru! I’m going…to cum!”

This puts Yachiru into overdrive as her hands clamp tightly to your body, her legs encourage you even faster, and her voice shouts out, “C-Cum John-chan! F-Fill Yachiru’s pussy with your love and C…C….CUUUUUUMMMM!”

Yachiru explodes with a deep and powerful orgasm, her entire body writhing with pleasure as her walls wildly spasm and twist around your swelling pole. It is this last bit of stimulation that causes you to fall over the edge, your balls bursting as you cum over and over again into Yachiru’s tight womb. You cum so hard that spots float before your vision and every last fiber of your being seems to float, your mind ascending to nirvana for a few short moments before you are pulled back, hovering above an exhausted pink haired goddess as you feel your rapidly deflating cock slip from her folds.

“J-John-chan,” Yachiru purrs, her half lidded eyes showing her descent into unconsciousness as a single hand reaches up to cup your cheek, “I love you…”

With a soft smile you lean down and kiss Yachiru’s lips, your arm drawing the blanket of the bed over your drained bodies as you whisper, “I love you too Yachiru-hime…”

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Without warning you suddenly find yourself awake and dressed, your body seated at an aged wooden table and within an establishment you know all too well. Glancing around the musky atmosphere of your inner world, aka your inner bar, surrounds you as you faintly remember dozing off with Yachiru held safely in your arms …oh just absolutely fucking wonderful. With an annoyed groan you turn your head to the ceiling of the bar, your voice calling out to the nothingness above with obvious anger in your tone, “Oi, Urn…is this your doing?”

You expect the low clanging of a deep iron bell or the strange disembodied voice from nowhere but instead you receive nothing, simple silence being the echoing reply to your sudden query. With a sigh you shake your head and gaze around the bar once more, your eyes finally settling upon the familiar doorway of the ‘lovely’ establishment. Looking under the cracks of the door you can see a bright light shining through, obvious signs of daylight streaming in the smallest of holes and reminding you of when you went through the very same door to find Anko and the others. Sighing a bit you shake your head, standing up from your seat as you approach the door and push your way through, “Damned if you do and damned if you don’t…”

The moment you open the door you find yourself beneath a brilliantly yellow and errily deformed sun, the tremendous orb covered with dangerous looking spikes and a perpetual open mouth grin on its ‘face’ sending a deep shiver along your spine. However it is the building that stands before you that is the more surprising, a massive castle like structure with monolithic candles and gargantuan skulls covering it causing your eyes to widen and a low whistle to come from your lips.

However, just as you are about to move from your spot you hear voice from behind your body speak…and say things that cause a few drops of sweat to dot your brow.

“Oi Blair, when did you say he was going to get here?”

“I don’t know Soul-chan, it took forever to set up the magic beacon so he could be here any second or not for another year…”

“What do you mean another year!? The woman who is destined to surpass god herself will not stand for waiting around like this!”

“Black Star-chan…please calm down…Blair-chan is doing her best and the Deadman-Shinigami dimension hopping ability only forms once every couple hundred years…who knows if this successor of the Urn even has the ability this time around…”

“Oi, don’t worry about it Tsubaki! Even Shinigami-sama said he could feel it so he has to have it…we just have to…wait, who is that?”

In the back of your mind you can hear the screams of your sanity as it vanishes into blissful oblivion, “Oh…dammit…”