As Ichigo walked out of Kukaku's room, he couldn't help but hear a very faint purring sound in the background. He stopped, wondering when Kukaku had gotten a cat. She didn't already have one, did she? And Ichigo hadn't seen a cat anywhere in the soul society, save Matsumoto's zanpakuto. But she couldn't be here, she was back in Sereitei. Ichigo shook those thoughts out of his head. But he still heard the purring, and it was coming from behind him. Ichigo took a few more steps and then spun around as fast as he could, but the purring was still present and there was no one to be found. He shrugged and continued on, still mildly annoyed by the purring sound that was just beyond his reach. Who in all of the Soul Society had a cat, or purred? (Hmm, very interesting question) Ichigo began his ascent up the stairs and exited the house, his hand on his chin and mind wandering all over the place. But quite soon though, he heard a single step that was not his own, and stopped dead in his tracks. Whoever was following him, must be making that sound. He spun around as quickly as possible and much to his surprise, saw no one, not even Kukaku's helpers, whatever their names were. Ichigo's expression changed to an annoyed on and he turned around again, this time coming face to face with Yoruichi, her golden eyes staring into his brown ones. And her blouse pressed heavily against his chest. Ichigo's face turned bright red in a huge blush and Yoruichi folded her arms under her chest, amplifying the magnitude of her already-impressive bust. Ichigo stepped back, but she used her incredibly fast shunpo to get behind him and wrap her arms around his chest.
"Good morning Ichigo. Having a nice day today?" she purred into his ear. Ichigo groaned. Why did she have to see that with Kukaku? Oh God, he would bever be able to live this down, because he was entirely sure that Yoruichi would tell his dad, and Essin would most definitely bother him about it for the rest of his life. How did he get himself into these kinds of messes? Yoruichi tightened her grip around him and kissed his neck. "Well?"
"None of your business Yoruichi," Ichigo retorted as he tried to break her death-grip. But to no avail, he simply managed to get her even more interested in him. Yoruichi pulled him to the ground and was now seated on top of him. Ichigo could see the look in her golden orbs, and his instincts told him that he was in deep shit.
"Oh really, just like it was none of my business to watch you and Kukaku? I must say Ichigo, to please her you must've had more experience than Orihime. You weren't really a virgin when you took Orihime in you room, were you?"
"Shut up Yoruichi. Let me go!" Ichigo yelled at her and she ground her hips against his growing erection. Yoruichi's blouse was like Matsumoto's, half buttoned up to the middle and her skirt was very loose on her hips. She purred like a cat and leaned down, nipping at his earlobe.
"You know, I could teach you a few things before you go back to your Orihime. You could please her better than last time, even though it was impressive for such an inexperienced man." Yoruichi sat up and slowly unbuttoned her blouse, coming down to the last button and it slid from her shoulders. She smiled softly as she felt his pulsating erection against her thigh. She leaned down and kissed him, thrust her tongue into his mouth and parting his robes with her hands. She was lucky, because he had thrown them on messily. Her breasts smashed against his chest and she deepened the kiss. Ichigo was stunned. What in the hell was going on today!? First Orihime, then Kukaku, which he had never in a million years expected, and now Yoruichi. And right now the way she was kissing him and taking his clothes off, he didn't think she was teasing him this time. She got his kimono off and ripped his hamaka from his body in the blink of an eye. Ichigo shivered as a cold breeze went by and Yoruichi broke their kiss.
"Are you ready Ichigo? All of that teasing and seduction wasn't for nothing. I really do like you Ichigo, more than a student. I've wanted to do this for a long time, and now that you've lost your virginity to Orihime, you're ready for me." She pulled his boxers down and up sprang a massive erection. Ichigo flushed madly and his entire face turned red. "I…I've never seen you so hard before. You're like…the biggest guy I've ever seen Ichigo. Oh, this is gonna be really fun now. You just sit back and enjoy the ride. For now, you get to be pleasured," she said with a smirk. Yoruichi slid down, her skirt brushing against Ichigo's standing erection. He groaned and Yoruicho breathed hot and lustful breath on his rock-hard length. He let out a moan this time, failing to bite it back. Yoruichi grinned and her tongue flicked out to lick his head. She did, and breathed on the glistening flesh, chuckling to herself as Ichigo moaned. The teen was so new to the field of sexual pleasure, but he was already good at giving it. But since he had pleasured both Kukaku and Orihime, it was his turn to get pleasured. After this, she could screw him silly and her efforts of teasing and seduction would not go to waste, not this time! She had him in her sights, and he was all hers. It was only eleven thirty and she had until three o'clock to keep him. Then it was Retsu's turn to have him. But Yoruichi was getting off topic, with this huge erection only a mere two inches from her face. Ichigo stared into Yoruichi's eyes, trying to figure out what in the hell she was thinking. Was this all some kind of sick joke? That she would stop here was so cruel. But as soon as these thoughts began to build up, they were shattered into irretrievable pieces as Yoruicho licked her lips and began to suck gently on his head. Ichigo's senses went crazy, and his hands gripped the robes that had been strewn about the grass a few minutes before. Ichigo's breath hitched as the dark-skinned goddess moved farther down his length, her lips now half way down the shaft. Ichigo's eyes were clenched shut and he tried his hardest not to explode into her mouth right now. But it was so hard, he could barely focus. The tidal wave of pleasure overwhelmed him. He was completely out of it, and under her spell. There was no kidou involved, or magic, or anything of the sort. There was simply lust and desire fueling this. And the feeling was mutual. Ichigo had wanted this for a long time, but this was different from the other two times. Ichigo managed to focus enough to gather his thoughts. He hesitated, and then looked down to find Yoruichi's head bobbing up and down, his erection appearing and disappearing to and from her full lips. Ichigo was so aroused, he couldn't wait. But since he was getting so much pleasure, why not make the feeling mutual. Ichigo's hands slyly snaked their way down to Yoruichi's head and he slowly forced her up before she could finish. The look of desire and lust in her golden eyes showed him more than enough to understand what to do. Ichigo lunged forward and pinned her to the ground, trailing kisses down her body and to the warm and wet place between her legs. He licked her, eliciting loud moans of pleasure and want. Ichigo thrust his tongue past her outer layers and deep within her, trying to find her clit. He searched for a few moments, her constant moaning encouraging him to move farther and faster. When he finally did find the desired spot, he bit down gently with his teeth, receiving such moans of pleasure that Yoruichi came hard. Ichigo eagerly lapped up the juices that flowed from her and he withdrew his tongue from her.
"Mmmmmm, tasty," Ichigo murmured as he positioned himself over Yoruichi, who panted and pleaded for him to get on with it. Ichigo tore her skirt off, wondering why he hadn't ridden her of the garment before. He shrugged and plunged into Yoruichi's tight and wet sex. She moaned with much pain and pleasure, but the warm feeling of lust passed through her veins and she soon felt a tide of ecstasy in her body. Ichigo's hips met her own and they clashed, soon creating sweet rhythm and a fast but steady pace. It was fast and steady, their sex. Hot and passionate were their bodies and their movements were in total sync. Nothing could have disturbed them out on the grass in front of Kukaku Shiba's house, absolutely nothing. Aizen could have been resurrected and standing right in front of them, and they would have simply told him to fuck off and wait to get his ass beat when they were done fucking. And at their state, Aizen would have a rather long wait. It seemed that the two had no end to their stamina! But alas, it was not to be forever, and Ichigo felt his release building up. Yoruichi was about to come as well, her walls tightening for that last final thrust that Ichigo would give. The strawberry teen finally met his limits and slammed into Yoruichi a final time, coming as hard as he had ever in his entire life. Yoruichi came at the same time, their fluids mixing and their bodies finally calming down.
"That…that was amazing Yoruichi," Ichigo managed to gasp through his panting for air.
"I know, and you have a talent there Ichigo. I might need it again," the goddess mused as Ichigo slowly sat up and began to put on his clothes…again.
"I'll see you around Yoruichi."
"Oh, before you leave. Because you're a new captain, you have to get a physical from Unohana. Now hurry up, you're late as it is." With no more wasted time, Ichigo shunpoed away to squad four headquarters. Yoruichi smirked and sat up, Kukaku coming out of her house, now fully clothed in her usual attire. Their eyes met and Yoruichi nodded.
"Some kid, ain't he?" Kukaku mused as Yoruichi laughed.
"Indeed. He's got a big cock, right?"
"Biggest I've ever seen at least," Kukaku replied, and her mind seemed to be elsewhere.
"I guess so. I just wish I could find someone else like him. That kid has no idea what he's missing."