Rukia joins in Ichigo's fantasy

It was Rukia’s voice. Ichigo turned his head, to find the dark-haired woman standing not too far from him in the shower, also stark naked, looking very appetizing as her body was slick with soap and her nipples hardened against the splattering of cold water beating down on her. Ichigo was now lost in his own world. She had a look that was rather hard to interpret on her face – she looked calm, yet somehow Ichigo could sense a mischievous aura emanating from her. She looked like she was ready to treat Ichigo with an experience he had never felt before.

“We can’t have you coming so fast, Ichigo,” she said. in a move that surprised Ichigo, Rukia grabbed his body from behind. He could feel the curves of her breasts, pressing against his back – her petite body moved against him, slick from soap. Then, her hands went to his front – ghosting over his taut abdomen and moved upward to find his chin, which she tilted her way. Before Ichigo could react, she had found his lips and pressed a deep kiss. Their lips met in a slow, sensual kiss - but it quickly grew more intense, as his hands found their way to Rukia’s waist, pulling her even closer to him. The heat between them was palpable, the cold shower beating down on them lost in the moment. Rukia moaned softly into his mouth as Ichigo parted her lips open with his, her hands reaching up to wrap around his neck as their tongues tangled together in a dance of desire.

Ichigo's hands roamed over her body, one hand reached down to her buttock as their kisses grew more intense. Between Rukia’s rough, hungry kiss and the rhythmic stroking of Orihime’s mouth and hand down there, he was pretty sure he’s going to go crazy. Ichigo broke away from the kiss, trailing hot, wet kisses down Rukia’s neck and collarbone. Rukia let out a low gasp as his lips found her small breasts, his tongue swirling around her hardened nipples as she arched my back in pleasure.

“Aaah… Ichigo….”

He smirked, satisfied with the way she was moaning his name. Then his hand travelled downward to grip the cheeks of her buttocks, slowly lifting one leg up to wrap around him, exposing Rukia’s opening to him. Knowing what he was about to do, Orihime stopped servicing him, allowing him to take his hard cock and position it in front of Rukia’s womanhood – she was moist and ready, waiting for him to penetrate her. In a swift motion, he pushed inside her. She drew her head back and let out a gasp, her nails digging to his flesh.

“Aah!”

Orihime, meanwhile, now took the turn to move behind Ichigo, pressing her supple breasts to his back. While he was busy thrusting into Rukia, Orihime had found his lips, and pressed a kiss against him, demanding that he didn’t forget she was also there with him. Her tongue swirled and swayed lustfully, hungrily – teasing him and demanding him to submit to her. It was the first time he knew that Orihime could have been so demanding. Trying to navigate his senses between Rukia on one side, and Orihime on the other side, Ichigo found himself even more turned on than before. It was crazy – somewhat unbelievable even – how the act of sex with the two of them, instead of tiring him, only invigorating him even more. He went to thrust into Rukia, on and on until she almost lost her mind. She might have been screaming with pain, with pleasure, begging him to go faster on her – though Ichigo couldn’t really hear it clearly, part of it because of the water and part of it because of the blood rushing through him. Then, finally, he let her go – and the dark-haired Shinigami fell to her knees, exhausted and spent.

As Rukia knelt there panting, Ichigo turned his attention to Orihime, who had been waiting patiently for her turn.