Ichigo tossed and turned that night in a fitful and restless sleep. Her bangs clung to her damp forehead as she muttered incoherently, kicking the blankets off with her legs. The girl was having an extremely strange dream...
...Ichigo glanced about herself, unsure of her location, as her black tail whipped about agitatedly. Her tail? Ichigo realised she was in her cat form, that was why she felt so disorientated. 'Hello?' she called, her voice echoing around the empty cavern of her dream. 'Is anyone there?' There was no answer except for the echoes of her own voice reverberating back to her. Ichigo was afraid, she felt so alone and nobody knew where she was. She began running as fast as her four paws would carry her, all the while yelling for somebody to come and help her.
She shrieked in terror as a grey shape suddenly launched itself into her path, forcing her to come to a sudden standstill. 'Alto!' Ichigo cried in relief as she recognised the grey cat with the uncannily familiar blue eyes. Where had she seen those eyes before? 'Ichigo,' the cat purred, 'don't worry. I'll protect you.' He fixed his piercing gaze upon her and Ichigo inexplicably felt a warm rush of liquid desire pooling within her. 'Alto..' she moaned, moving forward to rub herself against him, 'I want you so bad!'...
Ichigo woke with a start, the darkness of her room a soothing balm on her suddenly fragile nerves. What the hell was that? She thought in bewilderment, a touch of pink still colouring her cheeks. Had she just had a sex dream about a cat? Damn freaky DNA... The girl shook her head in annoyance, and rolled over onto her side, closing her eyes. The last thought that swam through her mind as she drifted back off to sleep was I really hope it cools down in here...
Ichigo was running late yet again. She had been late for school this morning, and that must have pushed her sensei past the limit of his endurance, as he had rained righteous punishment down upon her in the form of a very long after school detention. If she hurried and ran the whole way to the cafe she might be able to make it on time...A shadow fell across Ichigo as she hastily slipped into her outdoor shoes. 'Hi Momomiya-san,' said the smooth voice of her boyfriend, Masaya Aoyama. Ichigo's heart leapt in elation as she greeted him with a breathless 'Aoyama-kun!' He smiled as she straightened up, her eyes sparkling.
'So, what are you up to Momomiya-san? Are you free?' He asked hopefully, a small smile gracing his lips. Ichigo's face fell as she reluctantly admitted that she had to work. She didn't know if she could handle a date with Aoyama-kun at the minute anyway. Last night's dream would not leave her mind, and for some strange reason Ichigo felt guilty. She almost felt like she had cheated. It was irrational, she knew that, but it was still making her feel a little uneasy. Aoyama looked disappointed too, which made Ichigo feel slightly better. 'Oh well,' he sighed, 'At least I can walk you to work.' Ichigo beamed at him as they left the school building, her arm linked within his.
Ichigo discovered the walk to the cafe was surprisingly short when she had company. All too soon they reached the picaresque pink creation, and she frowned as he realised this meant she and Aoyama had to part ways. Aoyama smiled as he embraced the disgruntled redhead, and gave her a light peck on the cheek. 'I guess I'll be going then,' he said, treating her to a parting wave as he walked away. Ichigo watched him until he got out of sight, her own hand raised in a gesture of farewell. She did not notice the blonde man watching her from the window with a strange mixture of sadness and jealousy upon his face.
The heat of the cafe hit Ichigo like a slap in the face when she entered it. It was so crowded again! Her nose wrinkled in dismay as she realised this would be another gruelling day of work. She trudged off to change deeply trapped in the throes of annoyance, breathing deeply as she went. All of a sudden she froze, her nostrils flared. What is that smell? She thought as she breathed in the scent. It was the most delectable thing she had ever smelt, a mixture of amber and honey with a strange enticement mixed in. Her mind became fuzzy as she breathed the scent in deeply, committing it to memory. All she could think about was this seductive perfume...Dazedly she began to follow the trail it had left, determined to discover its source. They should bottle this stuff...She thought to herself dreamily as she followed the scent up the stairs. Her legs were pulled with an almost magnetic force until the aroma suddenly weakened.
Wait a minute! She was outside Shirogane's room! Ichigo pushed her bangs back in alarm as she realised that the smell was emanating from her bosses bedroom. She had to know what it was! All anger with Shirogane temporarily suspended, she raised her fist and knocked on the door, her mind still caught in the web that the wondrous fragrance had woven.
Ryou's eyes widened in shock as he opened his door to discover Ichigo standing outside. What was she doing up here, knocking on her arch nemesis' bedroom door? His brow furrowed and his chest twanged painfully as he looked at the girl who hated him. His shock was deepened however when Ichigo suddenly grasped his shoulders and forced him backwards into his bedroom, kicking the door closed behind her. 'Momomiya-san,' he whispered in confusion, 'what are you doing?' He was dumbfounded as Ichigo leant forward and sniffed his neck, her eyes sparkling with delight. 'It's you!' she exclaimed, her voice husky. Before he could even begin to fathom what she meant, Ichigo leant forward and captured his lips in a kiss.
And Ryou's heart returned to him with sudden aggression, pumping his blood so fast that it roared in his ears. Her lips were so soft and plump, and she was kissing him, he couldn't believe it. He didn't stop to think as he grasped her waist and span her around, trapping her against the wall with his body as he licked her lower lip, demanding entrance. He slid his tongue into her eager mouth, moaning as he possessed her, all the blood rushing to his lower body, causing his dick to harden painfully. The scent of desire laced the air heavily, and both Ichigo and Ryou were powerless as it ensnared them.
Ichigo ran her hands down his body and he shivered, pressing his body even closer to hers. She tugged on the hem of his shirt impatiently, and he broke the contact for a nanosecond as he ripped it off, crashing his lips back to hers. His fingers fumbled with the button of her dress, struggling to manage them. Finally he could stand it no more, and he ripped the thin material, buttons scattering left and right as it pooled around her feet. He felt her tiny fingers unzip his pants, and the cold brush of the air as she yanked them and his boxers down. His erection gladly sprang free, and he pressed it between her legs, running his hardened member against her clothed and sodden core. The friction felt so good, and both of them purred in needy satisfaction.
Ryou couldn't wait anymore. He had to have her. He was going to have her. His fingers flew across her body, making short work of her underwear. He rubbed his cock against her again, marvelling at the satin feel of her. He moaned as her juices coated his dick, it felt so amazing, so warm and slick. He didn't have the patience for foreplay, he couldn't wait that long. He grasped her ass and hoisted her up the wall, spreading her legs so that fantastic pussy was exposed to him. Without skipping a beat, Ryou surged forward, filling her with his heat and hardness in one long stroke. Ichigo yelped as her hymen gave way, his enormous dick shredding her virginity to pieces. Ichigo moaned in pleasure as he took her, his hard shaft pulsating against her walls.
Ryou was in heaven. He had never dreamed this would happen, yet here he was, his dick sheathed in the most annoying, titillating, annoying, beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes on. He drew back slightly until his head was almost withdrawn from her and then slammed back in, revelling as her warm walls engulfed him. He started thrusting into her rapidly, his hard dick caressing every inch inside her, causing her to moan and beg for more. He started to pump faster, harder...Both the teens animalistic instincts had taken over, both of them hypnotised by the feelings that the others body was creating. They couldn't have stopped if they wanted to.
Ichigo arched her hips forwards, and Ryou gasped as his dick slipped in ever deeper. At that moment he truly felt he and Ichigo were connected through both body and soul. Ichigo screamed as this new angle of penetration allowed Ryou to slam against her g-spot. God, it felt amazing, she was going to explode...Ryou kept up this punishing rhythm, Ichigo's pussy growing hotter and slippery with each passing second. Her inner walls tightened like a vice as she reached her peak, exploding around him like a small bomb, milking his cock. Ryou's pace picked up frantically as he drew towards his own climax, her walls squeezing and massaging him. He gave a loud grunt and thrust forward as hard as he could, his seed flowing into her in a warm rush. He breathed deeply as she reached up to caress his hair, his forehead resting against hers. He stared into her eyes as his breathing slowly evened out, his awareness slowly beginning to trickle back, mixed in with the beginnings of horror.