Yoruichi is just getting warmed up

“Enjoying it, huh?” he mocked her. The former captain’s face was filled with a bunch of emotions, pleasure and pain were mixed together, but it was clear that Hollow Ichigo’s rough way was beginning to take its toll on her. It wasn’t long before she started screaming for him to enter her deeper, rougher, and faster – nails scratching at his back and buried deep, hard enough to draw blood. He cursed, feeling the sting on his back like some kind of whip on his skin, pushing him to go even harder and faster on her. He grunted, pushing into her with all he had, concentrating with his brows furrowed deep so he could finish everything within one, two, three more thrusts… and then he felt it coming – the throbbing sensation that was the height of his pleasure as he exploded and poured all of himself into her – the way she was screaming as she held him close told him that she was also at her peak. Her muscles at the core throbbed, enveloping him as they climaxed together and he fell on top of her, breathless.

None of them moved for a while as they were busy gathering their breaths. His body, slick with sweat, was on top of her – his length still inside her. There was a strange ringing on his ears, perhaps he did everything too hard and too fast that his body was still not able to process it. But as soon as his breathings slowed down, and he was able to come to his senses, he disengaged himself from her, and rolled on his side. Yoruichi, meanwhile, picked herself up quite easily. Though they just did a round of rough, brutal sex, it didn’t seem to have any impacts on her. She looked as if she just woke up from a long and refreshing nap.

“Well, I didn’t want to admit it – but that was a good warm-up, Ichigo! Got my blood all pumping and ready for the next round,” she grinned, wiping sweat from her forehead. “What do you say, are you ready for the real deal now…?”

Hollow Ichigo was about to answer, but his words were cut short by a series of loud, pleasurable moans coming from another end of the room – where Rangiku was busy pleasuring Kon in Urahara’s body.

“AH… RANGIKU-NEESAN!! AHH…!”

Contrary to the scene between Yoruichi and Hollow Ichigo, Kon was happy to let Rangiku take control of him. She was fully on top of him now, her lean, curvaceous body slick with sweat, her beautiful ample breasts were bouncing up and down as she rhythmically slammed her body on top of Urahara’s, her motion growing wilder and wilder every passing second. Urahara’s free hands were fondling her breasts, finding her hard, erect nipples and played with them – teasing her even further and making her even more erratic. It seemed like she wasn’t fully aware of herself now, she just let her instincts guide her on how she wanted to be pleasured, and pleasure him in return. Her rhythm grew faster and faster, until at one point, Kon bellowed in Urahara’s deep voice.

“Nee-san! I’m going to come!! Aaaah!!”

Rangiku didn’t seem to be aware of it, as she continued thrusting her hips up and down and rotated her pelvic in a way that sent Kon way on top of his pleasure peak, and he exploded – pouring himself inside her. He grunted and moaned, clutching his fists tight into a ball as he felt his orgasm guiding him to that blinding white light – feeling it coursing through his body and riding the waves of pleasurable sensation. As though from far away, he could hear Rangiku scream in pleasure, and he felt her muscles contracted around his length, throbbing as her orgasm spread through her whole body. Sitting still for a while, Rangiku allowed herself to sink back to reality before she collected herself and removed herself from the top of him.

Rangiku, her long hair now stuck to the side of her face and her back that were wet with sweat, looked at Hollow Ichigo and Yoruichi.

“Ara! You guys have finished first?” she asked.

“Yeah well, that was just a warm-up,” said Yoruichi. “I am about to go for the real deal now.”