Ichigo finished his fantasy

Overflowing with lust and feeling that he was ready to take another round with Orihime, Ichigo scooped Orihime inside his arms, lifted one of her legs up from the ground and pinned her against the wall. Surprised, Orihime quickly made to straddle him with her right leg and both arms, and she went in willingly when Ichigo leaned in closer to her, interlocking their lips in another deep, passionate kiss. As their tongues hungrily tried to devour one another, Ichigo tried to look for her opening with one hand.

Teasing it slightly with his fingers, and finding that Orihime was already moist and wet, he inserted a finger into her. She let out a surprised gasp, but Ichigo only thrusted his finger in even further, followed by another one. She drew in another gasp, then replied by digging his fingernails on his back, her kiss grew hungrier and harder, as she began moving her hips to ride his fingers, longing for him to touch her on that spot where she was yearning to be touched. But he wasn’t going to give her that pleasure just yet.

He pulled out his fingers, much to Orihime’s frustrated groan. Then he wrapped his hand around her round buttocks, lifting her up so her opening is on the right position for him to enter. Orihim understood. Standing slightly on the tip of her toes, she opened her legs, and led his hardness into her opening, before straddling him once more. With all his strength, Ichigo lifted her up from the ground and pinned her against the wall. Her legs and arms are straddling him, their lips were interlocking with one another, and he finally began to thrust inside her. Ichigo had to admit, he loved the inconvenience that came with having sex in this position. Though both girls were small and he could easily lift them, it was still hard to thrust against her when they were pinned against the wall. His arms hurt from carrying their weight, and the water which beat down on him was blurring his senses. But still, all of it turned him on even more. He didn’t even take his time with Orihime now. Not bothering with the slow-paced thrust, he thrusted into her with enough **** that made her back slam against the wall, again and again, repeatedly, mercilessly. She might have been screaming, with pain, with pleasure… She might have been screaming his name along with the name of God, repeatedly begging him to come faster, fuck her even harder. He concentrated everything and thrusted into her one, two, three more times before he finally reached his climax blowing his load all over the girls.

"Oh fuck, yes!" Ichigo screamed with a half hollow like voice.

Out of breath, knees nearly buckling under him, he let Orihime down. She too, just like Rukia did earlier fell down on her knees – exhausted and spent.

Ichigo was reeling in what he believed was sex with his friends, but noticed that his Hollow mask formed on his face the whole time in the shower. Ichigo ripped off the mask and tossed it to the ground where it disappeared. As it disappeared the cum covered women also disappeared and Ichigo saw that his bathrrom walls are covered in his cum. Panting, Ichigo’s sight slowly came into focus as he reeled in from what happened. He looked around him once more, and realized that it was empty around him, only cold water beating down on his body. His cheeks suddenly grew hot as he realized, he must have been fantasizing about Rukia and Orihime. Granted, he had fantasized about them maybe once or twice, but never to the extent that he would imagine having shower sex with the two of them.

"What the hell came over me and what's that mask doing on me, damn I never masturbate like that ever." Ichigo said in shame. He walked out and whipped his mess from the walls. Ichigo got dressed and layed on top of his bed.

"That fantasy seemed so real, this is so unlike me, I'm not some pervert! Is this due to that hollow inside me?" Ichigo said as he feels a headache come on.

Ever since having sex with Harribel, it seemed that he was growing ever… hungrier for new experiences. It was like he had this unquenchable desire to explore more, to experience more – as if there was a dormant beast inside him that was waken up, and now he was left with this body that was much more primal in nature. Ichigo didn’t understand what was happening to him. But then, he remembered Urahara’s words earlier from the phone.

“Did the experience last night not awaken something in you? Some desire – the drive to know more, experience more?”

“So he did know about this effect,” Ichigo thought. “What the hell, Urahara! Seems like I’d have to meet you in person after all, to know what’s happening to me.” Ichigo said as he jumped out his window.