Nemu was nervous. "I wish to join you."
Ichigo thought to himself.
Why would she ever want to join us? And what does she mean by that?
"What do you mean?" Rukia said it with such hostility that Ichigo was suprised - if not spooked.
Nemu's only response was to look away submissively.
All of a sudden Nemu shunpoed into Ichigo, tackling him as she forced her tongue into his mouth and shoved her breasts into him.
"Mmm-oof!" Ichigo grunted as he was forced into the ground, the air leaving his lungs.
He tried shoving her off, only to recall she was made with monstrous strength. He was forced to sit there. His male instincts took over and he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her further against him.
Totally forgetting about Rukia and her confession, Ichigo continued locking lips with the purple-haired beauty as the strange woman grinded her hips against his leg - moaning into his mouth for more.
As soon as she started to pull off his Shihakushou, Rukia had had enough.
She glared at the woman, and said, "What do you think you're doing?"
Nemu stopped and pulled back, looking into Ichigo's eyes.
"I don't know how to say it, but I don't want to serve Captain Kurotsuchi anymore. Ichigo is more powerful than him."
She then simply started expressing her feelings to Ichigo by pulling off his shihakushou as he stared at her wide-eyed.
She pulled down his robes until they were just above his groin. Rukia sat there, staring at her love's muscles and biting her lip at Nemu's courage. She couldn't explain it, but seeing Ichigo with another woman turned her on.
I can't take it anymore.
He grabbed her by the side and shoulder and rolled the both of them over so that he was on top. He undid the ribbon around his waist and pulled off his shihakushou, leaving only his boxers. She also undid her shihakushou, revealing a layer of bandages covering her breasts, but leaving everything else open.
He crawled on top of her, his lust taking over.
Rukia finally gave in and took all of her clothes off, rubbing her tiny entrance around as it dripped with eager lubrication. She moaned softly as she took her small breast in her other hand, squeezing it.
Nemu stopped to breath, carefully pulling Ichigo's throbbing cock through his boxers.
Nemu's green eyes rolled back followed with a loud moan as he gently pushed inside of her.
He stopped for a second, then silver ribbons (like Zangetsu's) shot out of his back. One of them wrapped around Rukia's waist and pulled her in front of Ichigo. As he was fucking Nemu, he commanded one of the ribbons to form into a spinning drill bit about a foot long and about three inches wide. He also made some of them wrap around her legs - from her feet up - until they were halfway up her thigh.
"Let me go Ichigo! I'm not a whore from one of your hentai mangas!"
They spread her legs. She panicked. They lifted her into the air and she hung upside down. She screamed. The drill hovered over her tight ass. It was hopeless. He would take her.
It plunged into her, and it was too painful to scream. The bulge was clearly visible through her stomach. It kept going on and on for minutes. Minutes of torture. She thought she was going to die. When she finally adjusted to its size, she was in ecstacy. She screamed in release and squirt her fluid all over Ichigo's back.
At the same time, he released a huge load of his seed into Nemu, her spasming too. The two girls screamed his name with pleasure and soon enough, he was lying in bed with two girls at his side.