Milk
A/N: Yo, peeps! What's up? This is my first yuri fic and I hope you enjoy it! Feel free to send me any type of review. Flames don't bother me, they encourage me to get better. So sit back, relax, and enjoy the show.
*Walks out of room*
*Runs back in a second later with Yoruichi in tow*
Before I forget, there should be a disclaimer. If you please, Yoru-nii.
Yoru-chan: Anna does not own Bleach and isn't getting any money out of this fic. She does for her own...enjoyment.*smirks at me*
*pointed glare at Yoruichi* *then smirk*
I also do this for you and your little hime's pleasure too. *Yoru blushes, I smirk*
Anyway, as Yoruichi said, I do not own Bleach. So no lawyer people need to come to my house and steal my money. Oh, and Yoruichi owns Orihime and her pussy.
Yoru-chan: *tickmark* SHUT THE HELL UP AND GET ON WITH THE STORY ALREADY!
Sheesh, I'll get on with the story. Take a chill pill.
Anyway, enjoy the show!
Her fingers thrusted roughly in and out of herself as she worked herself to completion. Her lips parted, letting loose sultry moans of her crush's name. Her red hair fanned out beneath her head, framing her face. Her dark gray eyes, full of lust and want, were currently closed in pleasure. Her well-gifted chest rose rapidly as she breathed raggedly. Her body was slicked with sweat, glistening in the light of her bedroom. Inoue Orihime was erotically beautiful.
Her fingers continued their job, working their master to an orgasm. Orihime felt the telltale-tightening coil of heat in her abdomen and started thrusting with abandon, desperate to feel explosive pleasure. A few more thrusts sent her over the edge. Orihime came hard, her juices coating her fingers and splattering on the sheets. Orihime's lips formed the name of her crush as pleasure took over her mind.
"Yoruichi!" she screamed.
Shihoin Yoruichi was currently on her way to Orihime's house. As she walked, she thought about all the things that had led her to this point. The fact that Kisuke was now dating Hiyori and the paper walls were way too thin to cover up their moaning, especially when Hiyori screamed at the top of her lungs as he pleasured her. The other fact that Ichigo was having the same problem with Rukia. Yoruichi didn't want to go to the Soul Society. All she wanted to do was a quiet place where she could enjoy her milk and it was too much trouble to go all the way to the Soul Society. She didn't really know Chad and Uryu well enough to go over to either of their houses. So that left her only option as going over to Orihime's.
She arrived at the redhead's a few minutes later. She opened the door, using the spare key she knew Orihime kept underneath the mat. She walked in and shut the door behind her. She was searching for Orihime when she heard the busty redhead scream.
"Yoruichi!" Said woman rushed into the girl's room, wondering how she had known the Goddess of Flash was in her home. She opened Orihime's door and was met with a very delicious sight. The healer was lying on her bed, her hair spread wildly around her face, strands sticking to her face in places. Her body was glistening with sweat. Her legs were spread apart and Yoruichi could see that the girl was cuming violently, her body shaking slightly from the force of her pleasure. Her lips were parted, Yoruichi's name pouring again and again from her lips. Yoruichi felt herself getting wet as she watched the girl,
'So she wants me just like I want her.' She said silently. The thought made her smirk and she leaned against the doorway, waiting patiently for her little princess to come back to her senses.