Ichigo has sex with Harribel

Ichigo backed down, until he hit a wall. “Don’t you dare to touch me,” he warned Kon, panic was clear in his voice. “I don’t want my first time to be with an arrancar slash mod-soul. Forget it! I don’t need this training!”

“Aw, Ichigo,” said Kon, feeling himself morphing into Harribel the longer he possessed her. “You said that because you’ve never had the experience with a woman. Try it,” he said, and led Ichigo’s left hand and placed it on her breasts. Then he placed Ichigo’s other hand down there, between Harribel’s legs. Ichigo blushed furiously, but he couldn’t help his curiosity. She was warm, moist, and soft down there. He had to admit that he’d never touched a woman this way. He started to rub her womanhood from outside her underwear, feeling her growing incredibly wet. He must have done something right, for Harribel began to shudder and writhe at his touch, her hips moving involuntarily.

"That’s right,” she said. “Yeah, that’s the way to touch me…” Her sweet whispers were music to Ichigo’s ears. He suddenly felt more motivated – was he really able to make a woman feel this good? Feeling his confidence pumped, Ichigo took off Harribel’s underwear and stripped her off her clothes, pinned her to the floor, and started ravaging her naked body more thoroughly. His left hand still cupping and fondling her breasts, he began to suck her nipples gently with his mouth. His right hand still busy down there, stimulating her clit, alternating between gentle massage and strokes, building up his pace slowly, feeling Harribel’s body shudder uncontrollably inside his arms.

“Aah! Ichigo… aah…,” she was lost in her heat, the repeated stroking at her pleasure point was the only thing that mattered at that moment. Feeling her moist and wet, Ichigo hesitantly positioned himself at her opening, readying himself to enter her, and pushed himself in. She gasped. Ichigo knew that it must have hurt, so he waited for some time. She felt warm and tight, her walls enveloped him nicely. Then he started thrusting into her rhythmically, in and out. Her body, which was stiff beneath him soon became more relaxed. He liked how she felt, liked how he felt inside her. He liked that their bodies were moving together in sync, every hip thrust of his were met by a pleasurable moan, a shuddering breath. Her hands scratched his back, her nails were dug deep enough to draw blood from his flesh. Yet still she begged him to go faster. He increased his pace, every thrust seemed to bring him closer to that climax he’d been waiting for. Soon, his ears were filled with strange ringing as he knew he was nearing his orgasm – he put all senses into it, his body seemed to be moving on its own, it felt like pleasure was gradually building up inside him before everything finally exploded in a heightened sense of ecstasy, and he released all of himself into her.

Exhausted, he fell on top of her. Their bodies were slick with sweat, their breathings were quick as though racing against one another. Yet, not a word was uttered between them. He pulled himself out, then rolled to his side.

“This training wasn’t so bad, after all.” Ichigo said as he fell asleep.