Warning: Lemon!

Chapter Two: Ichigo's First Wish

The Next Day…
Hanataro's Room

Hanataro opened his eyes and sat up, feeling tired, yet somehow refreshed. "Captain?" he called out while rubbing his eyes only to find his bed empty of a certain dark-haired woman whom he'd shared it with.

For a moment, Hanataro thought that it'd been all a vivid wet dream and that it was just another fantasy he had of the woman. However, as he shambled over to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes widened at all the lovebites and hickeys on his neck and shoulders. Looking around in disbelief, he saw the wet footprints on the tiled floor and noticed how some of them were bigger than his foot.

Looking down he spotted the amethyst ring on his finger and realized it was true. It had all come true. Zahna had made his fantasy become real.

Dashing out of the bathroom, Hanataro grabbed the phone that he'd been given upon his promotion to third-seat. "Let's see. I think Ichigo's number is in here…" He hoped that Ichigo was still in the Soul Society. After finding Ichigo's number he hit Call and waited.

"Hello?" answered a sleepy Ichigo.

"Ichigo? This is Hanataro. Are you still in the Soul Society?"

"Yeah. Captain Ukitake was nice enough to lend me a room for the night before I go back home tomorrow. What is it? Is this about that genie?"

"It's DJINN!" yelled a second, angry voice, making Hanataro cringe. "I'm not some animated blueberry!

"Anyway, could you meet me back at the hot springs in about an hour after I make my morning rounds? I've a lot to tell you." Hanataro wanted to discuss this privately, not wanting to be overheard by the men in his squad. Or any of the other squads for that matter and the hot spring was in the Rukon district so it seemed the best choice.

"Okay. I'll meet you there." As soon as Ichigo hung up the phone, Hanataro scrambled to put his clothes back on, taking care to hide the marks on his neck. In a few minutes he was dressed and out the door. He knew he had a lot to tell Ichigo.

Hot Spring

"-and then when I woke up in the morning, she was gone!" Hanataro exclaimed, telling a mystified Ichigo what happened the night before. The two had returned to the hot spring, taking another soak while Hanataro relayed last night's events to him. The Substitute sat with his jaw hanging low. "I thought I was going to have a heart attack when I bumped into her while I was doing my rounds but she simply said hello and walked on by like nothing happened!"

"Whoa…" Ichigo breathed, looking at the meek healer in disbelief. "She didn't remember anything?"

"Nothing!" Hanataro had the same look of bewilderment on his face. "I know that if she remembered half the stuff we did last night she wouldn't just brush it off."

Ichigo looked at Hanataro shocked before holding up his hand to inspect the ring. "So…she was telling the truth? Her powers do work?" Ichigo had no idea of the powers of a Djinn. For Zahna to be able to influence someone like Captain Unohana, to turn her into an obedient love slave, was an almost terrifying power. "So we've used up one wish…" he started, remembering what Zahna said.

"I know…and now we have twelve more…" Hanataro finished. He thought about what he and his captain had done and blushed, wondering how his other wishes will go.

Ichigo, on the other hand, was a bit more apprehensive. True, having a djinn turn any woman into his love slave was a dream come true. But Ichigo had always tried to not go down that dirty road like his friends Chizuru and Keigo. And like he said yesterday, using mind control reminded him too much of Tsukishima and he wasn't about to stoop to his level. "I'm not sure about this. Is this even right?"

"What are you too complaining about? I already told you my parameters so just go wild!"

Both boys turned and gasped in shock when they saw Zahna in the spring with her. The bubbling water going up to her neck, the pink-haired djinn sighed as she soaked in the hot spring. "Zahna? What are you doing here?" Hanataro asked, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"I'm enjoying the hot spring, silly. It's been so long since I had a nice bath like this…" she smiled with her eyes closed. When she opened them she saw the two staring at her. "What? Women want to soak too!"

"Yeah but why aren't you using the women's bath?" Ichigo asked.

"Oh you'll find out, Master," she said cryptically before sitting back, bringing her knees up to her chest. "You can relax about your captain, Hanataro. She doesn't remember a thing. And after she left your room I cleaned her up with my magic so there's no sign of what you two did. So you see? No consequences," she said happily. "Anyway, enough about me. You've more important matters?" she told her masters before disappearing in a cloud of purple smoke.

"Huh?" both boys said at the same time. No sooner did Zahna disappear did they hear a noise from behind them coming from the hot spring entrance. When the two young men turned to see who was joining them they almost choked on their own tongues.

"LIEUTENANT KUCHIKI?!" gasped Hanataro.

"ORIHIME?!" choked a stunned Ichigo.

The two women, their beautiful bodies wrapped in white towels, blushed when they saw their friends in the hot spring. "Ichigo? Hanataro?" Rukia felt incredibly awkward as she and Orihime stood there, her friend threatening to faint from the scandal of it all from the prospect of being in a hot spring with Ichigo. "What are you two doing here?"

"Oh, uh…" Ichigo struggled to find his voice. "Hanataro invited me to come with him to the hot spring."

"I thought Hanataro invited you yesterday?"

"We had to cut our trip short so we came back," he quickly said. "Um…why aren't you using the women's bath?" he asked, repeating the question he asked Zahna.

"Uh, Ichigo? This is the Soul Society. We don't have separate areas like you do in the World of the Living," Rukia pointed out. Ichigo facepalmed as he remembered that the standards of living in the Soul Society were drastically different from the modern world. "Isane recommended this place to us yesterday."

"Wait, why are you here, Orihime?" Ichigo asked.

"I wanted to come by and see Rukia. It'd been a while since we've seen each other. So um…" she looked down at her towel and then at the hot spring. "I guess we'll be joining you?"

"I guess…" Ichigo blushed. Hanataro also continued to blush but nodded nonetheless. Out of respect, the two looked away as the ladies shed their towels and dipped into the pool with of hot water with them. Ichigo scooted closer to Hanataro while the girls sat at the opposite end.

"Ahhhhh, I needed this," Rukia sighed, the water coming up to her and Orihime's chests. "Being a lieutenant is harder than I thought. Kaien made it look so easy…"

"I don't know, Renji and Yachiru seem to not mind," Ichigo pointed out.

"Renji's always strived to surpass my brother. It's always been his motivation. And Yachiru is a terrible example. She doesn't really do much besides ride around on Captain Zaraki's shoulder," Rukia said.

"So does that mean you're as lazy as she is?"

"HEY!"

The two started to bicker back and forth, both wanting to stand up to yell more at the other but neither wanting to show off the goods to everyone. Orihime put a hand to Rukia's shoulder to stop her. "Come on, guys. We're here to relax."

The two stopped arguing and quietly settled back down. Sighing, Rukia glanced over at Hanataro, who was still busy quietly reflecting on his night with Captain Unohana. "So Hanataro, how are things with you?" she asked with kind eyes.

Looking up, Hanataro saw the sweet smile on Rukia's face and couldn't help but blush even harder. "I'm doing okay. I've been helping Captain Unohana a lot more."

While the two started to converse with each other, Ichigo and Orihime began to give each other awkward glances. Orihime's eyes continued to drift towards his built chest while Ichigo was secretly wishing that the water didn't obscure her large breasts. On his hand underneath the water Ichigo saw the ring on his fingers gleam purple for a moment, as if Zahna was watching the exchange.

"Well, this was fine but we should get out," Rukia said before reaching for her towel on the edge of the spring next to her. "No peeking, boys," she teased. Again, Ichigo and Hanataro respectfully looked away as the two ladies got out of the spring and wrapped their towels around themselves, although this time the temptation was much worse.

Orihime giggled, her body practically steaming from the heat of the spring on her skin. "That was so refreshing. We should do this more often."

"Bye, boys," Rukia teased, winking at them. "Don't stay in there too long." She and Orihime walked away to go put their clothes back on, leaving the boys still in the hot spring.

"We should get out too," Ichigo said once the pair was gone.

"Yeah. Let's."

Later…
Squad Four; Mess hall

After getting back from the hot spring, Hanataro invited Ichigo to go get lunch with him. The two sat away from the rest of Hanataro's squad, wanting some privacy to talk more. "That was awkward," Hanataro said, trying his best not to look over at Captain Unohana, who was sitting at a different table with Isane.

"I'll say. I'd no idea Orihime was even here." He couldn't help but think about Orihime in the hot spring. If only the water level had been a little lower…

When he glanced down at his ring he heard a voice from next to him. "Seems like the both of you have a particular fondness for those ladies."

Ichigo and Hanataro almost jumped out of their skin when they saw Zahna sitting next to them, wearing a Shihakusho to blend in. "Zahna!" Ichigo gasped. "What are you doing here?"

"Eating," Zahna simple said before taking another bite of her sandwich. "Mmh, you've no idea how much you miss food until you've been sealed away for a few centuries…"

"You know, what's the point of the rings if you're going to just pop up out of nowhere?"

"I'm hungry!" Zahna huffed before continuing to eat. "And what's with the two of you? You've got a bona fide Djinn right next to you and you haven't wished to make those two yours yet. I'd have thought you'd have summoned me as soon as those two got in the hot spring. C'mon," she winked, nudging Ichigo's arm while winking at Hanataro. "I saw the way you two were looking at them. Your eyes were completely glued to Rukia, Hanataro. And I'd have to have no brain at all to miss seeing the tension between you and Orihime, Ichigo."

Hanataro looked at Ichigo and had certain misgivings. "I'm not sure about this. I thought that you…and Rukia…"

Knowing what Hanataro was driving at, Ichigo held up his hands defensively. "Whoa! Rukia and I are just friends. If you want to…you know…wish for her, I've no problems."

"Okay then." Hanataro turned back to Zahna. "I guess we'd like to make our wishes."

"Your wish is my command, Masters," Zahna merely said. "What do you want?"

Ichigo decided to go first since Hanataro already made the first wish. "I want my first wish to be Orihime Inoue."

"When do you want her to come to you?" she asked.

"Um…how about tomorrow? After I get out of school?" Ichigo suggested.

"A little vague, but okay. And you, Hanataro?"

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Hanataro spoke up. "I wish for Rukia Kuchiki. And…I'd like for her to come to me tomorrow night."

Smiling, Zahna pulled out her magic sword, cleverly disguised as a zanpakuto. When she partially unsheathed it, Hanataro and Ichigo watched as Rukia's and Orihime's names became inscribed in Arabic.

"Done and done." Zahna smirked. "Considering how much the two of you are fond of them, I predict this is going to be fun."

The next day…
Karakura Town

The bell signaling the end of the school day almost went unheard by the Substitute. Ichigo couldn't hear anything but the rapid pounding of his heart. He glanced over at Orihime, who was busy packing her things like he was. If she was under Zahna's influence she wasn't showing it.

He knew he'd been vague on when his wish would come true so he decided that it would be best if he headed home. From what Hanataro told him about how Unohana acted, if Orihime did come on to him then it wouldn't be good for either of them to be seen. Tatsuki would never forgive him if she found out he'd used a Djinn to take control of Orihime.

Thankfully Ichigo didn't have to go to work with Ikumi so he was able to leave his school without getting nabbed by his crazy boss. As he walked down the street, he thought about Hanataro's story and couldn't' help but feel his mind start to race with thoughts. If Zahna turned her into a love slave, how would Orihime act?

Ichigo was so lost in thought that he didn't even noticed the person standing in front of him until he walked right into her. "Whoa!" Ichigo struggled to keep himself from falling, his eyes coming back into focus. When he realized that it was Orihime, he gasped in surprise. "Orihime!"

"Hello, Ichigo."

Though she was smiling her usual sunny smile and wearing her school uniform, Ichigo noticed how Orihime's eyes had a faint purple glow. "Hi, Orihime. Um…what are you doing here?" he instinctively asked.

"I wanted to see you. There's…there's something that I wanted to do."

"What?"

In broad daylight Orihime grabbed Ichigo's hands and brought them to her chest. "I've wanted to do this for so long…" she breathed as Ichigo's fingers sank into her soft breasts. "Ichigo, please take me."

Ichigo's face turned as red as a cherry. "Orihime! What are you-" He stopped immediately when Orihime looked at him with pleading purple eyes and recognized that she was under Zahna's influence. He saw his family's clinic in the distance and knew he couldn't bring Orihime home, not like this.

"Ichigo…" Orihime whispered as she stepped closer, her lips aiming for Ichigo's.

Before they could be joined together, Ichigo heard voices behind him. Turning around, Ichigo saw Tatsuki, Keigo and Chizuru walking by in the distance and his face went pale. He couldn't let them see Orihime like this or else he'd have to come clean about Zahna.

More importantly, the fact that Orihime was acting like this meant that his three-hour wish had come true. And the clock was ticking.

"Come with me," Ichigo said quickly. Taking hold of Orihime's hand, Ichigo led her away before his friends could see them. 'Think, Ichigo, think!' He quickly tried to think of a place he could take Orihime. 'Kisuke's? No, I'd never hear the end of it. Ikumi's at home with her son and Orihime's apartment is too far away.' A lightbulb went off in Ichigo's head. 'Wait, didn't Chizuru mention a few days ago that there was a new hotel that opened up a few blocks away?'

As quickly as he could, he guided Orihime towards the hotel. Because it was Chizuru who mentioned it, Ichigo wasn't surprised in the least that it was a love hotel. "Want to get a room?" Ichigo asked, knowing the answer.

"Do I?!" Orihime's eyes lit up and before Ichigo could stop her she pulled him into the building.

Ten minutes later…

Ichigo sat on the edge of the huge bed, sweating bullets as he watched steam come out of the bathroom. He suggested that Orihime take a quick shower to clean herself up, to which Orihime was quick to obey. The boy sat on the bed in his boxers, quickly shedding his school uniform.

"Oh Ichigooooo," came a sultry voice from the bathroom. "I'm ready…"

Out stepped Orihime, dripping wet and naked as the day she was born. Ichigo's jaw hung as he stared at her, the blood in his body rushing south. He'd always found her beautiful but right now he thought that she'd been carved from marble. Her wet orange hair glistened while it trailed past her shoulders. Water dripped from her heavy breasts. Ichigo understood why Chizuru was so gaga over Orihime's melons. Having grown into a lovely woman, Orihime's breasts were almost as big as Rangiku's, with small pink nipples hardening from the cold air. His eyes continued to trail lower, eying her smooth stomach and slender waist. Her legs were just as tempting, leading up to wide, perfect thighs. Staring at Orihime's womanhood, Ichigo could feel his little soldier stand at attention in his pants. Her lips were pink and tender, with a small patch of properly trimmed orange hair crowning it.

"What's the matter, Ichigo?" Orihime giggled at her crush's mystified reaction. "You want a piece?"

"I think I'll take the whole thing." Like Hanataro, Ichigo realized he had a golden opportunity and he wasn't going to squander it here. Whatever came between him and Orihime after this could wait. Once Zahna got involved, such things as romance went out the window. Feelings could be put on hold until tomorrow.

Right now Ichigo just wanted to have sex with her.

Standing up, Ichigo walked over to his friend and steeled his nerves. Orihime embraced him as soon as he got closer, her arms wrapping around his broad shoulders. "Ichigo," she sighed, her naked breasts pushing into his strong chest. "Take me. I want you so badly…" Pulling away from Ichigo for a moment, Orihime grabbed his hand and guided it towards her aching loins. "I'm so wet," she sighed as Ichigo's fingers touched her honeypot. The pounding thunder in Ichigo's heartbeat boomed louder from touching Orihime's loins. Her eyes looking up at Ichigo, she guided it back to her breast. "I want to make love to you," she smiled tenderly. "I want you to enjoy every inch of my body."

Ichigo embraced Orihime again. Her wet body was warm to the touch as he leaned close, caressing her cheek softly as he pressed his lips against hers. Ichigo could swear he felt lightning surge through him as he kissed her, Orihime moaning into his lips as they both took their first kiss.

As soon as Ichigo broke the kiss Orihime went back for seconds, and then thirds. One kiss led to another and the two began to sloppily make out. Ichigo's hands went to Orihime's curvy waist, holding her tightly against him. Her tongue slipping into Ichigo's mouth, Orihime ran her hands through his orange hair. As their tongues continued to dance Ichigo pulled her closer, the bulge in his underwear pressing against her hip.

Breaking away from Ichigo's lips, the orangette dropped down to her knees, making sure to drag her breasts down Ichigo's front to enjoy the low moan he gave before coming face-to-face with her prize. "I want to see it," she slurred as she grabbed the hem of Ichigo's boxers and pulled them down. Ichigo was so hard and Orihime was so close to him that as soon as she pulled down his underwear Ichigo's rigid manhood smacked her in the face. "Wow!" Orihime's eyes lit up as she took in the sight of the hard member in front of her face. "It's so big!"

Standing in the middle of the room in the nude, Ichigo blushed from the look in Orihime's eyes as she stared at the throbbing member in front of her, like she was looking at her favorite lollipop. Spotting the bed behind Ichigo, Orihime had an idea before she could go to town on Ichigo's cock. "Ichigo, could you please sit on the edge of the bed?"

Once Ichigo quickly obeyed and sat down on the bed. Orihime walked to him, her hips swaying seductively. Unlike with Unohana, it didn't take much of Zahna's power to unleash Orihime's wild side. With Orihime's strong feelings towards Ichigo, all Zahna did was give the teen the right push.

Kneeling back down in front of Ichigo's cock like a priestess before her god, Orihime looked up at Ichigo and smiled seducvitely before cupping her most precious of assets. "Rangiku taught me a thing or two while she was staying with me. She showed me what a man likes most." She wedged Ichigo's cock between her large melons and squeezed them together, making Ichigo moan from the sublime feeling of his manhood being caught in her fleshy vice. "Let me show you…"

"Ahhh…" Ichigo tilted his head back and moaned up into the ceiling as his friend introduced him to heaven. Up and down, Orihime dragged her tits around Ichigo's cock, making sure to keep squeezing them together for maximum effect, just like Rangiku had taught her. "Orihime…" Ichigo whispered.

A shiver ran down Orihime's back. She was already wet and hearing Ichigo whisper her name made her honeypot drip onto the carpet. "Does it feel good, Ichigo?" Her hot passion made her tits felt like they were burning up as she continued to pleasure Ichigo's meatrod. "Do my tits feel great?"

"Oh yeah," Ichigo panted, the pressure in his cock building as Orihime continued to give him paizuri. His hands joined hers in pressing her tits together. Pre-cum started to drip from his tip, smearing all over her breasts and making them glisten in the soft lamplight of the hotel room. "It feels…so good…" A hot tension started to build inside him, his balls swelling in preparation to release his sticky load onto her luscious melons. Ichigo bit down on his lower lip, trying to stave off his roaring climax to enjoy Orihime's paizuri. He looked down at Orihime's pink, luscious lips, her tongue licking them eagerly while waiting for her treat.

Ichigo decided he wasn't ready to cum just yet.

Even as Ichigo took his hands off her breasts, Orihime didn't stop her paizuri, her nimble fingers circling her hard nipples. She leaned forward to lick the pre-cum covered head of Ichigo's meatrod but was stopped by Ichigo. She looked up at Ichigo confusingly before he tilted her chin up. Leaning down he gave her a deep kiss before pulling her up to her feet. "It's not fair that I get all the pleasure," he told her with a sweet smile. Orihime reciprocated his kiss and dipped a knee onto the bed.

The two teens were all over each other as they laid down on the bed together. Lying side by side, the two naked orange-heads began to make out while feeling each other up. Orihime's hand went to Ichigo's cock and started to gently stroke him. Sucking on Orihime's tongue, Ichigo palmed Orihime's breast before his hand slowly snaked down her side. Orihime kissed him with increased fervor from the touch of his hand. Despite his vigorous combat experienced that had hardened Ichigo's hand, his touch was so soft and warm. "Mmmh!" she maoned into his mouth when his fingers touched her wet honeypot. She pulled back and looked into his eyes, her hand becoming smeared by his pre-cum.

Ichigo couldn't help but marvel at Orihime's womanhood as he touched a woman for the first time. 'It's so wet…and soft,' he thought before he took his fingers away from her wet honeypot. His smile turned seductive as he laid down on his back. Reaching down, he rubbed her pussy with a finger. "Let's feel good together."

Smiling in return, Orihime sat up and got on her knees. Positioning herself above Ichigo's head, Orihime promptly sat on his face before laying down on his broad chest to take Ichigo into her mouth. Ichigo's hands went to Orihime's ass, grabbing and playing with her soft buns while his mouth met her snatch, eating her out. "Ooooh! That feels so good," Orihime slurred before wrapping her lips around his cock. "Mmmh!" Her head bobbed up and down, taking him deep down her throat, much to Ichigo's delight. Unknown to Ichigo, Rangiku had given Orihime lessons on how to give head courtesy of several bananas.

Ichigo licked Orihime's snatch, dragging his tongue up and down her wet folds. He found the taste of a woman to be strange, not surprising since he'd never been with a woman, but was undeterred. When his tongue brushed against her clit and she moaned into his cock Ichigo knew he's struck gold.

"Mmmmmh!" Orihime could feel her lower half feel like it was melting when Ichigo started to aggressively lick her clit. She pulled her mouth away from Ichigo's manhood and licked her lips. "Oh god yes! Right there!" she panted. She started to lick Ichigo's meatrod, finding his taste delicious. "Don't stop! Your tongue feels so good!" As Ichigo's tongue began to lick her sensitive jewel more, Orihime licked the head of Ichigo's cock, feeling it pulse, ready to explode onto her face at a moment's notice. Her hands cupped Ichigo's balls and squeeze them gently.

Taking his tongue off of Orihime's clit, Ichigo closed his eyes and moaned into her snatch as the pressure in his balls reached critical mass. 'Can't…hold it in! I'm gonna blow!' Clutching Orihime's ass tightly, Ichigo rolled his eyes into the back of his head as he reached climax, his mind going blank.

"Ohhh!" Orihime watched in amazement as Ichigo exploded all over her face. She stuck out her tongue to catch a rope of sticky white cum. "Ahhh," she moaned from Ichigo's thick taste. After Ichigo finished covering her face with cum she rolled off of his chest, basking in the heat of his spunk on her face. Her hands went to her dripping folds and rubbed them, the aching in her loins unbearable.

Sitting up, Ichigo reached down onto the floor and grabbed his discarded shirt. He crawled over to Orihime's face and cleaned her face off. Orihime leaned up and gave Ichigo another kiss before laying back on the bed. Grabbing the back of her knees, Orihime pulled them back and eagerly offered herself to Ichigo like the best buffet the world have to offer. "Please, Ichigo! I want you inside me!" she pleaded shamelessly, her need to please Ichigo as overwhelming as it was for Unohana.

Ichigo hadn't lost any steam despite Orihime's paizuri and deepthroat. Even if he hadn't, the sight of Orihime with her legs pulled back begging him to fuck her would have lit a fire back in him regardless. His throbbing cock aimed at her quivering snatch, Ichigo grabbed her soft thighs and took a deep breath, kissing his virginity goodbye. With one sharp thrust of his hips, the tip of Ichigo's cock pushed past her pink folds and introduced Ichigo to manhood.

Orihime gasp and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She let out a soundless groan as Ichigo filled her womanhood. "So…big…" she moaned as inch by inch Ichigo entered her.

Soft, wet and warm walls embraced Ichigo as he pushed into Orihime's womanhood. His breath hitched as he plunged deep into her cunt. His cock slipped deeper and deeper into her with each thrust. "This feels so good," the teen moaned. He noted the lack of a barrier and chalked it up to Orihime tearing it already from her karate practices with Tatsuki. As Orihime's walls started to stretch around his impressive girth, Ichigo started to move a little faster.

"Ah! Ichigo!" Orihime groaned, feeling Ichigo pump in and out of her, digging her nails into the sheets beneath her. Her mouth hung open, letting countless moans spew from her lips. "My pussy feels so fullllllll!" she slurred.

Stronger and faster Ichigo moved. Sweat rolled down his back, the bed shaking beneath them as he made Orihime his. "Orihime! Ohhh…" he grunted. His eyes turned to Orihime's breasts, her firm melons bouncing wildly. Letting go of Orihime's thighs, Ichigo reached out and palmed her tits, his fingers digging into them while he continued to make himself right at home in her womanhood. His mouth soon began to get as dirty as the rest of his body. "Fuck, your pussy feels amazing!" he moaned.

Throwing her head back, Orihime wrapped her legs around Ichigo's waist, gripping him with strength that surprised him. "Don't stop! Please don't stop!" she pleaded.

Taking his hands off of her bouncing breasts, Ichigo leaned forward and pressed his body into her. Orihime wrapped her arms around him and clutched him tightly. When Orihime turned her head Ichigo licked her sweaty neck. "Orihime…" he panted. Turning her head to face him, Ichigo gave her another lewd kiss.

"Mmmmh!" the two moaned. Orihime spurred him on, dragging her nails down his back, leaving red scratch marks.

"Ah! Yes! Yesss!" Orihime howled. Ichigo was hitting spots inside her she didn't even knew she had. Every slide into her bottomed out her pussy. Her body shook with each sharp thrust, each one making her crave more. No matter what how much Ichigo gave her, her lust demanded more.

In an instant, the ecstasy that was swelling the deflowered Orihime overtook her. "Ahhhhh!" she cried out, her heels digging into Ichigo's back. Her body tensed before her eyes became glazed with unbridled lust, her pussy squeezing Ichigo's cock while gushing around him. "Oh my god!"

"Fuck!" Ichigo groaned. Like Orihime, he was too inexperienced with sex to withstand the tightness of a woman's climax. "I'm gonna…I'm cumming!" he grunted. Burying his face in her shoulder, Ichigo squeezed his eyes shut and let it all out.

Orihime had the face of a hardcore slut when she felt Ichigo cum inside her. "So…hot…" she moaned, her pussy filled with hot cum. "Ichigo…"

Pulling away from Orihime's shoulder, Ichigo kissed her sweetly before pulling out of her, sititng up on his knees. "Oh my god…that was…wow…" He wiped his sweaty brow and tried to cool down…before he felt something touch his cock. "Orihime?"

Also on her knees, Orihime's seductive smile widened while her purple-tinted eyes gleamed. "C'mon, Ichigo. I don't want you to stop."

As Orihime turned around and got on her knees, wiggling her ass in front of him, Ichigo smiled. Suddenly finding a love Djinn didn't seem like such a bad idea after all…

Later…

Over and over again, the love hotel room was subjected to three kinds of sounds:

Skin slapping.

A bed creaking.

And lovers moaning.

Ichigo lay on his back in the middle of the bed. Orihime was atop him, riding him reverse cowgirl. His hands were joined with hers, their fingers laced together. Orihime's soft booty constantly jiggled as it smacked Ichigo's hips, an endless barrage of moans coming from the teen as she speared her pussy down on Ichigo's cock. "Ah! Ah! Ohhh!" she moaned together with Ichigo. Her womb, already full of cum, churned with each thrust into her honeypot.

The Substitute Soul Reaper may have been a virgin several hours ago but he had found that Orihime was more than willing to explore the possibilities with sex with him. The two fucked in every position they could think of before Ichigo let Orihime ride him.

Ichigo was covered in sweat. "I'm…I can't…" he started, closing his eyes.

"Inside! Do it inside!" Orihime shouted. Her body moved out of control as she let passion take the reins. "Cum inside me!"

The two cried out at the top of their lungs as they reached release for the last time. Ichigo's hips became soaked from Orihime's gushing while Orihime felt her body go numb as heat burned in her stuffed womb.

"Mmmmhh…so full…" Orihime groaned, leaning backwards. "Ichigo…you're so amazing…"

Orihime rolled off of Ichigo, white cum slipping out of her abused cunt. When she laid beside him Ichigo wrapped an arm around her and held her close, her sweaty body sticking to his. Taking deep breaths, Ichigo turned Orihime's head and leaned forward. "Orihime…"

"Ichigo…" Orihime whispered back before bridging the gap between them, sharing a long, sweet kiss.

Then, as quickly as it began, Ichigo's wish came to an end.

When Orihime suddenly pulled away from Ichigo, he noticed the blank, vacant look in her eyes, as if she was a blank puppet. "Orihime?" Ichigo called out but the girl didn't answer. Without a word, Orihime hopped off the bed and put her clothes back on. As soon as she was no longer nude she headed for the door, not even giving Ichigo a backwards glance. Ichigo sat on the bed confused while Orihime left him alone in the hotel room. Holding his hand up, Ichigo turned the ring on his finger around three times and clapped his hand.

With a puff of smoke the Djinn appeared, laying on the bed next to Ichigo. "Wow! That was hot! You really know how to make a woman howl, Master!" she grinned.

"Zahna, what did you do to Orihime?"

"It's been three hours." Zahna pointed at the clock. Ichigo looked up and saw that three hours had indeed passed since Orihime approached him. "After the time elapses, she no longer has the desire to please you anymore. Right now she's going to go home, take a bath to clean herself up and then go to bed. Tomorrow she's going to wake up and not remember a thing. So no worries. She'll be fine."

"Oh, okay then." Ichigo got off the bed and reached for his pants. As he got dressed, he realized that there was still one matter left: the love hotel room.

Or more specifically, the love hotel room's expensive bill.

Ichigo facepalmed. He didn't have any cash on him at the moment. "Crap! Ikumi doesn't pay me until tomorrow!" he cursed. He turned to the Djinn still lying on the bed. "Uhhh, Zahna? You mind helping me out?"

"Sorry, Master. I'm a Djinn of Earthly Desire, not an ATM." With that, Zahna disappeared in a puff of smoke, leaving Ichigo to deal with financial problem alone.

"Crap! Now what do I do?!"

To be continued