A.N.: This is a request by TheAllSeeingWolf-195. And now, here's the winner of the second poll after I accidentally deleted the first one.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
Warning: Lemon!
Chapter Three
An Hour later…
Yoruichi & Soi-Fon's Room
Yoruichi stepped into her room and sighed, feeling very satisfied by Ichigo's massage and…follow up. She saw her old friend, Soi-Fon, standing in front of the bed they agreed to share. The short woman was trying her hardest to decide on what swimsuit to wear, as the SWA were already at the pool. "Oh my," Yoruichi teased when she saw the swimsuits on display. They were bikinis but were a little on the skimpy side. "Feeling a little bold, are we?"
Soi-Fon blushed and gasped in surprise. She felt a little ashamed for being so caught off guard. She'd been so caught up in deciding what to wear she hadn't notice Yoruichi coming in. "Lady Yoruichi! I've uh…" She saw the happy look on her mentor's face and cocked her head. "You uh…look well." Looking her over, she saw that Yoruichi was practically glowing, making her beauty all the more apparent.
Sitting down at the foot of the bed, Yoruichi stretched her arms. "I just got back from my massage with Ichigo. It was…" Yoruichi couldn't help but smile at the memory of Ichigo on top of her, pounding her pussy with raw abandon, "exquisite."
The short woman bristled in anger. 'That brat put his hands on Lady Yoruichi body! I'll cut off his hands for that!' If she knew of how well Ichigo got to know Yoruichi's body there was no doubt she'd break the boy in two.
The Flash Goddess saw the irate look on Soi-Fon's face and patted her shoulder. "Aww! Don't knock it till you try it!"
"Lady Yoruichi, I wouldn't dream of letting that boy touch me," Soi-Fon scoffed.
"Oh?" Yoruichi put on an innocent face. "You should have told me that before I requested you a massage from him."
Soi-Fon's ears burned as blood rushed to her face. "What? Lady Yoruichi!"
Grinning, Yoruichi got up. "You're scheduled an hour from now. I'd start to loosen up if I were you," she advised, patting Soi-Fon's head. "Don't worry, Soi-Fon. It'll be fun!" She grabbed one of the bikinis on the bed and handed it to her. "By the way, I think you'll look cuter in this one."
Soi-Fon continued to blush as she walked out of the room with her bikini to try it on. Watching her walk into the bathroom, Yoruichi grinned before reaching into her briefcase for a little something she brought along with her. She knew that Soi-Fon had always been wound a little tight. And with a little help from Ichigo she was sure that Soi-Fon would have a few time.
She pulled out a jar and continued to grin. Leaving the room, she snuck her way down to Ichigo's massaging room. She was pleased to see that Ichigo was not in, in between clients. Sneaking into the room, she quickly opened one of the cabinets and found the jar of oil Ichigo used. With a mischievous grin she swapped the jars and then switched the labels. Thankfully for her, the jars were the same size, meaning that Ichigo would not notice the difference.
She was out of the room before anyone was the wiser. "Now then. That should help her unwind…" she grinned as she entered her hotel room. Soi-Fon was still in the bathroom, self-conscious about her bikini. "This should be fun…" Yoruichi smirked as she grabbed another of Soi-Fon's bikinis.
"Huh, I think I'd look good in this…"
An hour later…
Ichigo's Massage Room
Opening the door, Ichigo entered the room, feeling a little nervous. He'd taken a shower to wash off the stink of sex from his appointment with Yoruichi and now he had to massage Soi-Fon of all people.
Sitting on the table in a white fluffy robe, the small woman glared at Ichigo with distrustful eyes. "Let's get one thing straight, Ichigo Kurosaki," Soi-Fon said. "I'm only here because Lady Yoruichi insisted on it."
Ichigo sighed. He'd hoped that after all he'd done for the Soul Society, Soi-Fon would ease up on him rather than be constantly abrasive. "I understand. I'll do my best to keep you satisfied," he told her.
"For as much as you're wasting my time, you'd better," Soi-Fon scoffed before undoing her robe's tie.
For the second time today, Ichigo saw a woman in her birthday suit. His face turned red again as Soi-Fon bared it all before him, her robe slipping off her shoulders to reveal her nudity. "Um…Soi-Fon, why're you naked?" he asked.
Covering her lady parts with her arms, Soi-Fon looked away embarrassingly. "Lady Yoruichi advised me to go nude…" she said.
Ichigo wanted to facepalm. 'Of course Yoruichi would say that. She's one of the biggest perverts in the Soul Society.' Deciding to get it over with, Ichigo patted the table. "Okay, Soi-Fon. Lie down for me."
Soi-Fon quietly lied down on her front while Ichigo got himself prepared. He opened the cabinet and pulled out his jar of oil, pouring it into a bowl for him.
'That's odd…' he noted as he set down the bowl, the smell of the oil noticeably different. 'The oil usually smells like lilacs. Why does it smell so differently?' He ignored it, figuring that his fling with Yoruichi was the cause of it, never dreaming that Yoruichi would swap his oil with something else. Deciding to get to work, Ichigo dipped his hand in the oil and dribbled it across Soi-Fon's back.
The captain sighed as Ichigo's hands worked out the kinks in her shoulders. She had to admit that Yoruichi was right; Ichigo was really good with his hands. She sighed heavenly as Ichigo massaged her upper back, the boy frowning from how tense the woman was. "You're really wound tight," he told her.
"Comes with the job." Soi-Fon turned her head and bit down on her lip as she felt her skin heat up. 'Mmmhh…his hands…' she thought, her head fogging up as Ichigo continued to massage her. Ichigo dripped more and more oil down her back, trying hard to unwind all the knots in her back. As Ichigo moved lower, her mind started to go into some dark places. 'Just a little lower…' she couldn't help but think as Ichigo moved closer and closer to her rear. But she was disappointed when Ichigo took his hands off of her and walked around to her feet. She resumed moaning when Ichigo massaged her feet, clutching the pillow as her body burned with heat.
Ichigo noticed Soi-Fon's moaning and knew that something was off. He knew he had some skill massaging women but Soi-Fon didn't come across as a moaner. He also noted that his hands felt strange. But more importantly, he was also becoming aroused. He'd never really thought of Soi-Fon as sexy but right now her limber, athletic frame, coupled with her surprisingly round ass made Ichigo's blood start to flow south. 'Get a grip, Ichigo,' the boy told himself as he massaged her thighs, his hand dangerously close to her womanhood. 'She's not Yoruichi. She'd kill me if I did anything. Besides, she's probably just super relaxed now that I undid the kinks in her back and shoulder.'
But that wasn't why Soi-Fon was clutching her pillow and trying her hardest to control her breathing. Her vision was blurring. Every bit of skin touched by Ichigo's hands made her body ache. 'It feels sooooooooo goooooood…' she thought, her body burning with arousal. Her eyes squeezed shut when she felt Ichigo's hands grow closer to her aching loins. 'Closer…closer…just a little more…'
Then there was a knock at the door.
Soi-Fon mentally cursed as Ichigo stopped massaging. The boy put a small towel over her ass to cover her before he excused himself. "One sec, Soi-Fon. I'll be right back." Turning away from the sweating, panting Soi-Fon, he quietly left the room.
Laying on the table, Soi-Fon was burning up. Her pussy was aching to be touched. She didn't know how or why but Ichigo's massage had lit a fire inside of her. And she knew that there was only one way to quell that hot feeling inside of her.
Pulling the towel off her ass, Soi-Fon got up and laid back down on her back, keeping her eyes on the door to make sure that she wouldn't get caught. Spreading her legs, Soi-Fon dipped her hand down her chest, her fingers circling her hardened nipples, her breath hitching when she felt how sensitive they were. She bit down on her lower lip as her hand went lower, past her toned stomach and reaching her honeypot. Making sure that Ichigo hadn't returned, she began to rub her wet lips, gasping as pleasure began to build inside her. "So good…" she breathed. "Ohhh…"
Her free hand cupped her breast while her hand continued to rub her pussy. Sweat dripped down her body, her back arching while shoving two fingers into her cunt. She threw her head back as her hand quickened its pace, the pleasure inside her reaching its crescendo.
Unfortunately for her, that was the moment when Ichigo reentered the room.
Previously…
Ichigo was grateful for the distraction. He was finding it harder and harder to control his raging emotions. He stepped out of the room and took a deep breath, letting the hallway's AC cool him down.
Aibara, the one who was behind the interruption, smiled at her employee. "Sorry to bug you, Ichigo, but I wanted to ask if you'd be okay cleaning the pool showers later tonight?" she asked.
"Yeah," Ichigo quickly said. "I've no problem."
"Splendid. I hate to leave you with the job since you've already doing enough massages but our janitor leaves in an hour." She patted Ichigo's shoulder. "I'll leave you to finish your friend's massage."
Aibara left Ichigo, not noticing the boy's flushed look. The boy readjusted his pants, trying to get his boner to go down before returning to Soi-Fon. When he walked back into the room though, his erection came right back.
He was stunned to see Soi-Fon on the table, masturbating in front of him without a care in the world. The sight of the woman, usually mean and abrasive, with a silly smile on her face as she plunged her fingers into her wet cunt.
Ichigo knew he should look away, that he should leave or get Soi-Fon to control herself. But quite frankly, he couldn't look away. His cock throbbed as he watched until he could finally take no more. 'Ah screw it!' Locking the door behind him, he stripped out of his clothes and walked over to the masturbating captain.
Soi-Fon gasped when she saw Ichigo standing next to her nude but her shock turned into lustful glee as he dipped a hand into the oil and poured it down her chest, her body growing hotter. Ichigo silenced her moaning with a deep kiss, mentally cheering that she didn't punch him in the face. The two Soul Reapers moaned into each other's lips before he smiled at Soi-Fon. Already emboldened after fucking Yoruichi, Ichigo got onto the table and knelt behind Soi-Fon. "I haven't finished massaging you," Ichigo whispered, cupping her breasts with his oily hands.
"Ohhhhh…" Soi-Fon moaned, spreading her legs wider as she continued to finger herself. She felt Ichigo's manhood rub against her ass and leaned back, wedging his thick shaft between her cheeks.
Ichigo licked her neck, dragging her tongue across her sweaty skin while his hands fondled her breasts. He had to admit, Soi-Fon was bigger than he expected, her round melons firmer than Yoruichi's.
The thin woman rolled her head back onto Ichigo's shoulders when Ichigo pinched her nipples, stretching out of her breasts. Her hand worked faster and faster, a dirty sound coming from her pussy. "Ahh! Ahhh! Ahhh!" she moaned lewdly. "Ohhhhh!" Her body tingling all over, Soi-Fon squeezed her eyes shut when the pleasure became more than one woman could bear. "I'm cumming!"
As the woman lewdly orgasmed, Ichigo turned Soi-Fon's head and silenced her with a deep kiss, his tongue entwining with hers. He pinched her nipples hard, making Soi-Fon moan even louder into his mouth. His cock, still wedged between Soi-Fon's asscheeks, throbbed madly as the woman rubbed her booty into him. When they broke the kiss he saw the lustful fire still in her eyes and knew what she wanted.
Soi-Fon smirked as Ichigo bent her over, getting on her hands and knees, her ass sticking in the air. Ichigo palmed Soi-Fon's small ass and rubbed the head of his cock against her dripping cunt. For the second time today Ichigo knew pure bliss as he thrust into Soi-Fon's cunt. Knowing that the room was soundproof, Ichigo slammed his cock into the captain hard and fast.
"OHHH!" Soi-Fon cried out, her small pussy stretched to its limit by Ichigo's thick girth. "Yes! Oh yes!" she moaned, her face twisting with debauchery. She gripped the edges of the table as Ichigo tamed her wet pussy. "Fuck me!" Truth be told, this wasn't her first time with a man, having pleasured herself with some of her soldiers in Yoruichi's absence. But it'd been a long time since she'd been with a man and nobody had ever fucked her with the ferocity as Ichigo, the feeling of her pussy reshaped by his cock amazing. Her small ass shook as Ichigo's hips smacked it, her cheeks turning red from the harshness of Ichigo's thrusts.
"Fuck!" Ichigo grunted, his grip on Soi-Fon's waist tight. The woman was so tight! His cock felt like it was being choked by Soi-Fon's cunt, her walls tightening around him with each slide into her. He leaned down and pressed his chest into her back, smearing the oil on her back into his chest. His skin tingled as he started to sensually grind with Soi-Fon. His hands wrapped around her swaying tits, squeezing them roughly while his hips drove his cock deep into Soi-Fon, fucking her like a wild animal.
"Yes! Give it to me!" Soi-Fon howled, a fucked-silly smile all over her face. "Fuck my pussy!" She turned her head and the two kissed lewdly. Soi-Fon bucked into Ichigo's thrusts, feeling her body tense up. "Ohhhh fuck, I'm gonna cum again!" she moaned. Unable to restrain herself, Soi-Fon gave herself over to the pleasure overwhelming her. "OHHHHHHHHH!" she moaned, her back arching as she came, her cunt clamping down on Ichigo's cock while gushing.
"Ahhhh!" Ichigo groaned, pulling out of Soi-Fon's squirting pussy, the pressure in his cock about to blow. Stroking his cock, Ichigo came quickly. His cock shot his load all over Soi-Fon's ass, spraying his load. Her arms and legs giving out, Soi-Fon collapsed onto the table, moaning like a bitch in heat as Ichigo covered her ass with his cum.
Leaning back, Ichigo sighed and let his body cool down. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and sighed. He'd no idea what'd gotten into Soi-Fon, to make her act like this. He didn't even know what had gotten into him. He checked Soi-Fon and found that she was asleep, snoozing lightly. "One thing is for sure," he noted as he grabbed a towel to clean Soi-Fon up, wiping the spunk off her ass, "I sure hope she doesn't punch my face in when she comes to."
"Oh, I think she'll probably ask for a second massage."
Ichigo gasped and turned to see Yoruichi, sitting in a chair in the corner, a big smile across her face. She wore Soi-Fon's bikini, making it even look even skimpier than it already was. "Yoruichi!"
"Well now," the Flash Goddess grinned. "That went better than I expected."
Ichigo blinked. He didn't understand what she was saying. "What?"
"I wanted Soi-Fon to unwind a little and loosen up. So to help you with your massage…" she held up the jar of oil she'd swapped. "I took your jar of massage oil and swapped it out with a powerful aphrodisiac that Kisuke made for me."
"WHAT?!" Ichigo gaped. "I was using an aphrodisiac this whole time!"
Getting up, Yoruichi walked over to the opened jar of aphrodisiac and put the jar of massage oil back where it belonged. "Sorry, but I felt that it'd help Soi-Fon let you put your hands on her…among other things. Don't worry," she said as she walked over to Ichigo and kissed his cheek. "I'll make sure she doesn't tell anymore. Hell, she'll probably just think it was all a dream." Picking up the naked Soi-Fon, Yoruichi winked at Ichigo. "Later, Ichigo."
Yoruichi disappeared in a flash, carrying the naked woman away back to their hotel room. Ichigo shook his head before putting the proper jar of oil away. He noticed that Yoruichi had left the jar of aphrodisiac and screwed it shut, putting it in the back of the cabinet. Putting his clothes back on, the boy knew he was in need of another shower. He was relieved, at least, when he walked out of the room knowing that his day was pretty much over. "At least I won't have to worry about anything else," he said, thinking his weird day was over.
But it wasn't over quite yet…
To be continued