Author's note: So, would it help if I said that in this story, Ichigo and Kukaku aren't related?
I could say that I'm doing this because cousins marrying each other isn't a big deal in Japan, and Bleach fans should be aware of that because it was a plot point. But the truth of the matter is that I like pairing Ichigo with attractive females, and I'm too stubborn to let a little thing like familial relation stop me. Hopefully most of you won't mind, but I apologize to the readers who might be put off by it.
I like the fact that Ichigo can be shipped with about anyone, but Kukaku's one of the hardest characters to pair him up with. She was a memorable character, but ultimately a minor one. And although I like shipping them, I'll admit that Ichigo and Kukaku didn't have any particular chemistry. I've put some thought into what might bring them together, and how a relationship between them would work. Because of that, this chapter is a little different from the others, putting more focus on their relationship than the sex. Don't worry, I'm sure I can still get you all breathing hard.
I don't own Bleach.
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Ichigo and Kukaku kissed, fencing tongues. The two were already naked, well on their way to making love.
The relationship had been a surprise to everyone, themselves included. As confident as he was in a fight, Ichigo was shy when it came to women. Kukaku was tough and had never expressed an interest in finding someone to settle down with. Yet, against all odds, it had happened.
Ichigo lifted her breasts up, latching his mouth onto one of her nipples. He was always in awe of how big her chest was. He could barely get his hands around them. Kukaku rubbed his back as he indulged in her massive bosom. It would surprise people to know how affectionate Kukaku could be. She liked being a hard-ass, but she had no problem letting Ichigo see her softer side. He certainly spent a lot of time feeling her softer side...
Even if Kukaku had been interested in dating, most men would have been scared off by her temper. But Ichigo accepted her, temper and all. Kukaku could be scary sometimes, but if he was being honest, he'd have to admit that it was kind of hot. Kukaku would've laughed if anyone suggested that she needed a man in her life (before beating the offender into the ground), but she had to concede that she was calmer after her relationship with Ichigo started. She supposed it was true what they said. Some people really did just need to get laid.
Ichigo fondled the large orbs while continuing to suck on her. He imagined this was what it would feel like to grab a big, fluffy cloud. He pinched one nipple while pulling the other back with his mouth, stretching her breast out before letting it bounce back into place. He kissed the other nipple, licking the areola. He shifted his hands so that his palms were cupping the underside of her breasts. They felt so heavy in his hands. He pressed his face into the center of her chest, pushing the sides of her tits with his hands so that they fully engulfed his head. He rubbed his head back and forth, enjoying the way the soft, warm skin felt on his face.
"You like my breasts, Ichigo?" As if she had to ask.
"I like you." He said, lifting his head up so he could give her a quick peck on the lips.
"Hrmph. Flirt." Despite her dismissal, Kukaku liked how charming he could be.
While Ichigo could've played with her chest for hours, his throbbing manhood demanded attention. Shifting into position, he eased into Kukaku's folds. Kukaku gave a slight moan as Ichigo invaded her body. Kukaku wasn't very vocal during sex, but her wet, quivering pussy was all Ichigo needed to know he was on the right track.
Ichigo moved back and forth, Kukaku's pussy tightening around him as if it didn't want to let him go. Kukaku wrapped her arm around his back, resting her hand on his shoulder and keeping his sweaty body close to hers. It was times like these that Kukaku wished she still had both arms so that she could hold him as close to her as possible. Ichigo had once told her that he didn't mind that she was missing a limb, and he thought that it made her unique. Ichigo had done some pretty amazing things, but making Kukaku Shiba blush was probably near the top of the list.
Ichigo leaned his head to feast on her neck. Kukaku craned her head, allowing him to lick, bite and suck her skin. He knew every spot on her, and she clenched around him every time he hit a particularly sensitive area. He fondled her strong, meaty thighs as he continued to pound into her.
Ichigo began to breath harder, closing his eyes so he could fully focus on the feeling of Kukaku wrapped around him. Kukaku exhaled harshly, Ichigo's expert lovemaking taking her to the brink.
They came together, Ichigo shooting forward so he could kiss her. They screamed into each other's mouths as their worlds exploded.
Ichigo gently lay his head on Kukaku's left breast, a dazed smile stretched across his features. He listened to her heartbeat as she threaded her fingers through his hair. It was bliss.
Kukaku was still awake after Ichigo had fallen asleep. The only sound she could hear was his peaceful breathing. She continued to ponder her relationship with the young man. Who cared if it was weird? They were weird people. Sure, he could be an idiot sometimes. But Ichigo was truly one of a kind.
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Next chapter: Ichigo/Lisa