Just to clarify, yes, this will be continuing from the original Dead or Alive chapter with Honoka. This will be elaborating a bit on his backstory in the DOA universe, and how Ichigo came to be in the presence of their roster
Leifang's decor this evening will be a functional costume 1, followed by a most delightful costume 9, both compliments of Dead or Alive 6. Age: 21
Hitomi will be wearing her costume 1 decor, also of Dead or Alive 6. Age: 20
Honoka will be wearing 6's Costume 1, not that she'll be here for longer than one scene. Age: 18
You'll find that the typical logic of being two (or more) virgins - the uncertainty, the experimentation, the not knowing what to do - is non-existent here. This is a porno. That being said, please excuse me if the bit leading up to the actual sex scene is a little drawn out. The author in me compels me to make a real story out of this one shot, and it's clear just how much more it got me to make of it. Buckle up!
Warning: Loss of Virginity
Enjoy.
"You two WHAT?!"
The question was asked with enough intensity that Honoka chose to step away from the intensely inquisitive Hitomi as she responded by stepping forward, while an equally shocked Leifang was a bit more restrained, though only obstructed by Hitomi moving forward first. It was two weeks before the sixth Dead or Alive Tournament, and Honoka, Hitomi, and Leifang were all still working their asses of to be ready. Leifang and Hitomi had run into Honoka yet again after Honoka's first meeting when the two had sparred, while Hitomi had been on a personal training journey. The three of them decided it would be a good idea for them to learn more about each other besides their love of martial arts, in addition to just working out together. It then came up that they apparently had a mutual acquaintance, in the form of a rugged, hard-nosed, incredibly handsome young man who shared their talent in hand-to-hand combat.
It's incredible, really, the kind of company you find walking down the street and finding a young man wiping the floor with a group of delinquents, some armed and stupid. Hitomi had been so lucky, a few weeks before the fifth Dead or Alive Tournament, and immediately recognized a fellow karate practitioner on top of several moves the art definitely did not teach. As it turned out , he had been looking for the local gym, but the thugs had been giving him a workout of their own. It was after meeting up with Leifang at their mutual destination that they came to learn more about him, as he was preparing for a tournament of his own. It was a much less formal event than DoA, but one meant to ensure a... reduction in delinquency in his humble hometown.
Sparring with him, they had confidence in him he'd be the grand champion of this little event of his.
They hadn't run into him before, but from then on, it was easy for them to run into him, this strange man from small Karakura, who was about two year their junior, but who's height and attractive muscle definition could've made him their age easy. He didn't patronize them for being girls with black belts, and he certainly didn't hold back against them for their sex. It was adorable how he pretended to get all grumpy whenever someone questioned the natural color of his spiky orange hair. And in spite of being an absolutely ruthless foe, he was actually very protective of them. It was endearing how he managed to worry about them regardless of how well they could handle themselves, or how little time he'd known them for.
It helped that he was a total hottie who could kick ass with the best of them; they would know. So they'd be lying if they said there wasn't a physical attraction in between the sweat, bruises, and flushed faces from all the less considered things. So when they ran into their chesty new friend, and find out that she had known him longer - and in a more intense setting - they were justifiably green-eyed about the matter.
"So, are you two...?" Leifang hoped she didn't have to say it out loud. Honoka seemed pure at the best of times, but given what she had just openly shared a history of, it shouldn't be impossible for her to understand the open-ended nature of the question.
Thank the stars, Honoka got the hint exactly and it didn't get any more awkward. "Oh, we're friends with benefits! We're not together like a couple, but I'm not going anywhere. He's way too much fun for that!"
Okay, that tidbit was helpful, and enticing. It was Leifang who stepped forward this time, moving past her Karate competitor in arms. "So, you wouldn't be upset at all if we-"
"Had sex with him?" Honoka was way more enthusiastic about sharing a friend with benefits than any woman had a right to be. "Oh, you guys would love it! I should have told you about is sooner! Oh, but we haven't known each other that long before now. Oh, that would have been weird! But I liked you guys a lot ever since I met you anyway, and-"
"We get it, Honoka," Hitomi placated her, "We're glad you shared this with us. And for the record, we're glad to have known you too, no matter how long." Even if the reasons were becoming a little greedier than before.
Well, they certainly had time to think this over. For now, the only intense activity to focus on was the tournament.
Day of the Dead or Alive Tournament
Post Jann Lee Vs Leifang
He was standing there in the ring entrance/ exit, leaning against the wall with crossed arms, waiting for her right after her re-re-re-re-re-re-rematch against Jann Lee. He wore a karate gi lent to them by Hitomi from her old Dojo. It had the sleeves "accidentally" torn off, leaving his steel-cut biceps out where she could see them, and the front was split open of course, letting her get a peek at the deep ridge of his abdominals. He had protested wearing anything but normal clothes, but they managed to out-stubborn him in the end. But more noticeable than his muscles or even his hair: he was grinning at her, a rare sight where his genuine positive mood was laid bare, reaching his beautiful brown eyes. "I'm surprised. That's five losses and two wins total. You don't seem too upset." Of course he would remember every time she told him about fighting him. He could play the aloof tough guy all he liked, but he cared, and they weren't about to let him forget it.
"Yeah... I just decided he's not the worst person to lose to."
He lost his grin to a thoughtful frown and a glance off to the side, a simple nod in the same direction. "Well... he's not the best, either."
He thought he was so coy... Leifang's smirk didn't last when she thought about what she and Hitomi were hoping to ask him about. Che young mistresses of martial arts may have looked like a couple of cute, sexy maidens slightly in over their heads - two out of three wasn't bad - but they were brave girls. And they had a plan to boot. No problems all around, right?
Right?
"Speaking of wins..." The chinese girl twirled one of her pigtails innocently, not breaking eye contact. "What's your stake in this tournament, Ichigo? You've never been to the Dead or Alive before. What are you looking for?"
"Well, I'd be lying if I wasn't hoping to find a prize besides being this year's strongest." He responded, looking over her head. "Plus... I'm bored. You know I don't usually go into a fight without wanting to know the outcome... but I figured the real deal would be gathering here." He let out a breath that didn't sound at all like an exhausted man. No, it was more like someone looking to get exhausted, who then knowingly downed two espressos, a problem on top of the same problem. "Unfortunately, I've only been able to see the reals deal fight each other so far."
"Well, I can think of a motivator for walking out the new winner." She let her smirk return full force, a dose of impulse taking over and making her decided to just drop it on him like it was no big deal for either of them. "Win the tournament, and I'll go out on a date with you." And really, it was just worth the whole wait to see him choke on his own breath, sputter like a madman, an adorable blush spread over his handsome face. Now all that was left was for her to walk off with her back to him and a sashay in her hips, and hope he took her seriously. "I'd wish you luck, but you don't need it."
Semifinals: Ichigo Vs Diego
*Huff*
The noise of annoyance and resignation slipped through his flared nostrils as he stepped up to the stadium, all the way into the semifinals and seemingly the only one amongst his loosely related acquaintances that faced anyone worth fighting. He wasn't exactly proving he had done as much to deserve getting this far, he thought, as he let the cheers of the hundreds watching the one-on-one slugfests in person slip in one ear and out the other. That being said, he didn't care that much about fighting strong opponents like them; he had a prize to take. He was content with them knocking each other out of the runnings and sending his chances through the roof. So far, the only people he was worried about were Jan Lee and Hitomi, which would be a trade-off with one beating the other.
It was honestly a good thing he hadn't run into any real damage yet, because he was not in the right headspace. A date. Leifang had asked him out on a date. Well, no, she'd propositioned a date if he took the whole tournament! It was really troublesome, because on one hand: a date. With. Leifang. On the other hand, she dropped it like no big deal. And it would have been disappointing if she only threw it out there as a sense of obligation.
No, he reminded himself. The gutsy Chinese girl was not the type to just go through with something just because it was fair to follow through. Besides, it was really awesome, the idea of going out with her.
Or Hitomi, but that was a crisis for another time.
After he'd left Karakura in the aftermath of the Blood War, his hope was to just fly under the radar and live his human life for as long as he could, and ensure none of them ever found him. He'd left to look for a workout to finish off the scores the local thugs of his hometown had with him, a sort of free-for-all where everyone would swear off challenging him if he beat them that time. The satisfaction he felt from mowing them all down would be a distant second in the benefits of going into the cities to train, right behind meeting those quirky, powerful, and simply beautiful girls he had while he was in Tokyo.
They weren't like Tatsuki, who was a complete hard-ass and never respected anything but how well you could beat someone up. These girls were as good as she was, maybe better, but they didn't mind knowing him as a person either. He saw their perky, open attitudes and their vigor to greet life with a bow and a handshake. He smiled as he thought of how they trekked straight to their goal at the top of the sixty-degree-steep mountain. He hadn't been so drawn to the company of humans... and he realised he hadn't been allowed, to. But they made him feel free. And they didn't hold their small age difference over his head. They just generally talked to him like a peer.
And then he looked across the ring to see some douche he'd never seen before, the crowd cheering for him, of course.
Diego, huh? The tanned orangette could tell from personal experience: he was dealing with a street fighter. But his mind only halfway processed as Zack hyped the two of them up. If Leifang was serious about this...
The match began.
Diego pounded one fist into his palm. "Alright. Let's get it on."
Yeah no. This guy was going down. Clearly this was a good opportunity to test out his human body's new strength afforded to him by his new spiritual power.
"No," Ichigo scowled, taking a Karate stance. "Let's get it over with!"
Diego went for a right hook, and Ichigo simply held up his arm for a block and let a very subtle light blue glow cover the appendage.
*CRACK*
"AUUUGGHH!" Diego clutched his broken hand, wailing in agony. Ichigo put out the light of his blut vene, hoping nobody would notice. He'd said he'd wanted to enjoy the fights a bit more, but his priorities had changed. Now he had a true reason to take home the gold!
0.0000000000000003% of his power was enough to do the trick. He wouldn't use any more against humans who might have been a problem for him if just his mortal physique wasn't enough.
Ichigo followed with a jab-kick that broke the guy's nose. He clutched it tightly, agony from a broken nose like he had never felt before in his history of broken noses. It felt like it had spread the cracking to the whole front of his skull. So he was completely off guard as Ichigo landed a rapid barrage of blut-vene fisted jabs straight into his gut that sent his entire rib cage into flying about in his body with a life of its own, several ribs totally broken. Diego stumbled back, completely hopeless against this barrage, but before the was allowed to fall over or just pass out from pain, Ichigo jumped up and swung an axe kick that landed right where the base of his neck met his shoulder. A satisfying crack let loose and Diego fell over, twitching, eyes awake, but hardly conscious.
"Ichigo Kurosaki advances to the final round!"
Final Round: Ichigo Vs Jan Lee
He'd enjoy his opponent this time. Breaking Diego like that was satisfying, but he figured he'd have an actual fight this time around, instead of just using his powers to destroy ordinary humans, albeit gifter hand-to-hand combatants. "I don't suppose you'd be willing to drop out so I can just take home the prize?" He said words that would have sounded humorous if they weren't said with a determined glare.
Jann Lee scoffed, and took his Jeet Kun Do stance. "As if you'd get off so easy. Are you truly the strongest one here?"
Ichigo scowled with every fiber of his being. "You have no idea."
Immediately, Jann went on the offensive, and Ichigo parried two strikes for his face, but the third struck him straight in the chest. He responded with a high kick that was immediately blocked, but inched the impassioned man to one side. Jann threw another strike again, and this time it connected, slamming Ichigo back, one! Two! Three hand strikes followed by a twisting kick that sent Ichigo back a few feet. He rolled out of the way of Jann's axe kick, and responded by jumping into the air and connecting with an axe kick of his own to Jann's head. Stunned but not totally immobilized, Jann swayed out of the way of a following one-two, but was struck by a blow that connected with his gut.
Alert thanks to the blow, it only ensured he completely felt the power behind the knee to his face which broke his nose. He was undeterred and swung a kick that got Ichigo in the side of the head, but gave his opponent the momentum to slam his body into him, driving him backwards until Jann Lee's firmly planted feet were the only thing keeping him a foot or two from crashing into the electric beams that made the walls of the ring. Thinking quickly, he jabbed his leg into the side of his opponent's knee, and took advantage of his staggering by landing a straight kick that knocked him back again.
The pattern of blows continued invariably. Punches were countered by full blocks were countered by kicks were countered by elbows were countered by moves that strayed from their practiced martial arts and just produced barbaric results. But there was minimal contact, just striking moves apart from the odd attempt to shove an enemy into what was basically an electric wall. When his opponent was looking for someone strong to face this time, Ichigo was going to give it to them. He wanted to feel the strain of his human body as he used to, to remember what it was like to fight someone in this manner - one-on-one, face-to-face, hand-to-hand - and not know the outcome for certain.
And Jann Lee was exactly that somebody to face off against for such a reason. He was strong, he took training to the max and beyond, and he believed in his. More than that, fighting was all the hot-blooded master of Jeet Kun Do wanted from this tournament. They could keep their prize with this guy, Jann Lee just wanted to fight someone strong enough to challenge him. He was sort of like Kenpachi, except sane and far less fatal.
Besides, that in and of itself was the very difference between them that had Ichigo feeling confident he could win this one: he was the one who wanted to win. Lee just wanted somebody he could fight without holding back, but ironically, he was held back by his enjoyment of the sport, that kept him from the pure power of a drive to win!
Ichigo swung a feint jab that Jann recognized and he responded with a leap and a twirling kick, knocking the young man off his feet yet again. Getting fed up with that particular attack and its effects, Ichigo gripped his gi, and ran towards a slightly shocked Jann. He ripped the left top of fabric off and threw it at a surprised Lee, before ducking under it and doing a straight-up kick that came right out from under his chin, and it sent him into the air. Against his body's protests, he butterfly kicked him and it landed in his side, sending him sprawling onto the ground. Acting quickly, he grabbed Jann by the leg with both hands in a wrestling move and swung him around a few times before aiming him right for the fence.
The literal shock had Jann spasming before he had to slump away from it. A charging Ichigo punched him backwards straight into it, and he felt the zap once more. Several repeats of this later, Jann seemed to only be standing by invisible strings holding him up, as he dizzily stumbles before Ichigo. Ichigo's response was to hop back several meters... before running at a furious pace and jumping, practically soaring off the ground in a shotgun kick that was reinforced with blut-vene feet (he was worried using his full legs would break his opponent's neck), and got the black belt among black belts right in the chest and face, and launched him into the wall with well enough force that he stuck to the electric coils for quite a moment. Just as the Kurosaki was considering he might have to figure out how to actively get him out, Jann finally popped off, and stumbled on his feet.
To his credit, he wobbled upright for a full two seconds.
Three seconds later, Jann Lee was face first on the hard arena floor, smoke coming off him slightly as he lay there and did not move.
"And the winner of this year's Dead or Alive tournament... is Ichigo Kurosaki!"
Huh? Oh yeah. They were fighting in a tournament.
How exactly was it possible to face down entire crowds of miscreants with lethal intent, one similarly capable martial artist with brutal intent, and even win a tournament full of capable martial artists who had every intention to win, and somehow be more nervous about a date?
And knowing exactly what came after certainly didn't calm him down.
After he'd walked out of the stadium, Leifang just grinned at him and told him to wear something nice and fancy as Hitomi grinned next to her. Women would always be enigmatic creatures to Ichigo, but ever since his very first sexual encounter with Honoka, there was one term in body language he would always understand: the bedroom eyes. Leifang didn't seem to mind that her gray-eyed best friend was very obviously giving him them while they had plans for an impromptu date. Obviously they wanted to take the first date all the way. And this would be his first, period. He had never been with another girl besides Honoka before, and there was no dating experience to that, obviously. This was a big deal, and he could find all the ways to say it, but it would never emphasize enough just how much pressure (or excitement) he was feeling.
These thoughts in mind, he managed to find something redeeming and as stuffy and uncomfortable as a suit could be which told him it was the right choice. That left him checking his phone every 8 seconds to wonder if he had maybe missed her, or maybe this was some elaborate prank she was laughing about already.
"Strong, sweet, handsome and diligent? Here's to hoping this isn't a one-time thing." He turned to face the expected voice of his date(!), and his throat almost instantly ran dry, his jaw dangling like it would fall off any second.
Leifang was wearing a crimson dress with slits down both sides, putting her long, smooth legs on a very fine display, clad in black lace stockings, and slipped into a pair of high-heeled sandals, as her hands were placed on her perfect hips. Evening gloves were draped over her hands, and she wore gold bangles on her left wrist. Spaghetti straps wrapped the dress around her otherwise bare back, and the dress connected to her neck by a pair of straps over a deep, deep cut that gave a clear impression of her cleavage. A single ring was the only thing between that and another split that revealed a portion of her toned stomach. The last few things she was wearing of note wer her ever-present buns, their accompanying pigtails, and a grin on her naturally pink lips that left no doubt she was well aware that he had lost control of his dangling jaw, her hands moving rather innocently to interlock behind her back.
"Will this date involve a great deal of you staring at me?"
He jerkily managed to snap himself out of his stupor, and couldn't stop himself from looking away as embarrassment got the better of him. "Probably." He admitted. He decided he should probably say something to keep himself from looking any more like a clod, even if that was exactly what happened when he said that. "I mean, you're impossible not to take a look at."
He could see her well enough from his embarrassed glance to see that her ivory cheeks were flushed, but her smile as just a little wider. "Thanks." It was enough to help him face her directly, and offer his arm to her, which she gladly slipped her own into, as they began their journey towards their destination, an actually very pleasantly fancy Italian place. The stares from the men present did not escape him, and where he would have likely been burning in jealousy that they were gawking at a woman who was clearly with him, he chose instead to ooze with the smugness was that looking was as close as they would ever get. If he had a say, they wouldn't even hear her name.
It was when they sat down and Ichigo was enjoying his first taste of alcohol through the dose of bittersweetness that was wine that the brunette finally broached the topic. "So... that was quite a show you put on."
Ichigo allowed himself to chuckle softly. "I suppose it was. I don't care for the stress of evaluating my own matches, just the outcomes, second to actually making said outcomes happen." Of course, he knew she was trying to prod him for how he did what he did, but he wasn't going to do that unless she could summon up the same boldness and honesty she used when she enticed him with romancing her as a prize.
She managed to come out and say the outcome as she saw them, which was very close. "Those two never had a chance, did they?"
"Nope." He said it flat out. Being part Quincy meant he could access his powers through his body. If he wanted (obviously he never would) he could just crank up his power until he disintegrated them with his presence. Instead, he just used enough to paint their asses with his feet. Regardless of his method, there was no way that he could truly lose at all.
Finally, resting her hands under her chin, Leifang asked exactly what she wanted to know. "How does a guy get so strong?"
The truth was, Ichigo valued his relationship with the Chinese and German girls, no matter the status. And he's learned the hard way that pushing them away to protect them from a world they didn't have the power for just didn't work. If she cared about him at all, of course she wouldn't stop until she got exactly the answers she wanted, and then kept getting answers; she was far too stubborn. Even if she didn't believe him, she was very near and dear to him, and she deserved the truth. With this in mind, he leaned forward and donned an intense expression that warned Leifang to take every word he said from that point forward to heart. "Promise you won't laugh or brush me off. I'm not bullshitting here."
Leifang frowned for a moment, trying to bear the full gravity of his words. She cracked a grin and attempted to lighten the load with a joke. "*Giggle* Oooh, so serious he's cursing at the lady." As soon has her chuckles died, down, she breathed in, and out. She looked him dead in the eye, with a collected expression, and told him the absolute truth: "Okay. I promise I'll take you seriously."
It came out easier than he thought it would. "It started out simple enough, getting beat up by a girl in this dojo we both went to, and practicing every day. Then when we hit middle school, I finally beat her, and I walked out of that dojo, and never came back. And then I just kept fighting. I kept fighting everyone who challenged me, because I needed to be strong enough to protect myself and the people I care about." It almost hurt looking, back, thinking about how powerless he'd been, how lonely he'd forced himself to be, but the pain never penetrated his heart. He had made peace with it, after all. "But that's scratching the surface. You know how there are martial arts and spiritual beliefs that teach you to unlock energies of the spirit, like ki or chakra, to achieve incredible feats?" Leifang nodded wholeheartedly without hesitating for even a second. "Wellll, they're not quite bullshit. For as long as I remember - and this is where I urge you to remember: I'm not kidding - I've been able to see ghosts. Then, when I was in my first year of high school, one of those ghosts came into my life and taught me how to harness powers that extended beyond my body. And before I knew it, I was stronger than I would have ever been, in both spirit," he couldn't help but stretch his right arm out and flex it to visualize his point, the muscle bulging beneath his tight suit, "and body. And I've only been getting better ever since."
The silence seemed to stretch out for an eternity, and Leifang looked at him unreadably. He expected her to laugh at him, yell at him not to lie to her, or resort to fighting him for the truth there and then if bullsitting her was the tactic he wanted to resort to. It felt like they were sitting there so long, he would have preferred one of those things to her not saying anything, like she was stuck in a trance and hadn't even heard a word he'd said! The silence was well past the point of physically fidgeting in discomfort when she finally spoke up. "Wow. That's... woah." Another silence, as she repeatedly took deep breaths, but the action made this silence seem not as long. She grabbed his hands, and looked him in the eye. "I believe you. You wouldn't just tell someone this kind of stuff." She very slowly laced her fingers with his, large palm encompassing her daintier one almost entirely. And she smile at him. "I'm really glad you did." And it felt like the weight of an ocean had just been removed from his back.
And they only continued to enjoy each others company over dinner, through the aromas of garlic, pasta, and the many other wonderful smells, he only learned more about this pluck, sweet warrioress he'd met little over a year after he'd left a very certain life behind him. By the time their meals were one and their shared wine bottle empty, Ichigo couldn't help but notice that Leifan was responsible for practically the whole thing compared to him. Her eyes dropped lazily like she was trying to stak awake, her cheeks were flush, and most of her words were brasher than usual, not to mention slower.
"Hitomi," Ichigo ventured, "Are you drunk?"
"So what if I am?" She shot back, grinning at him lazily.
"Well, then I'm not going to let you wander off on your own." He made short work of the bill, and took great satisfaction in the despairing stares of envy that bounced off him as he carried the beautiful woman, bridal style out the door.
Roughly Forty-Five Minutes of Wrong Directions, Drunk Navigation, and Distracting Glances later
He managed one hand on the doorknob as an inebriated Leifang had her arms around his neck like the loop of a padlock, and snuggled into his chest. He looked around, making his way into a two-bed single bedroom apartment with a simple kitchen area and a bathroom. "This is your place?" He asked himself, as he deduced which bed belonged to her.
Leifang had managed to recover a little bit from her stupor and give a coherent answer, looking up at him with a lazy smile. "Mine and Hitomi's. We agreed that if we were going to train together, it'd be cheaper to have a place we could split. We first crashed here when we were training for the last tournament, and it just stuck."
"Well, thank goodness you remembered the way home." He remarked, grinning cheekily. "Who would think such an active girl could be brought down by one glass too many."
Leifang boldly splayed her hands over his suited chest, making him freeze up before he could set her down. Her right hand came to rest on his shoulder, giving the broad body segment a tender squeeze, while the other cupped his jaw. She looked at his with clouded eyes, no less intense as they conveyed open want, of him, and only him. It made a guy feel special. "I think you know what brings me down, handsome."
Ichigo cleared his throat, setting her down gently, but also hoping she and Hitomi would urge him not to leave. "Well, I imagine you want to wake up on time to train some more, so let's not keep you up too late."
"Ooooh no." Just as he was about to stand to his full height, she grabbed him by the tie rather aggressively and pulled him down until her forehead pressed against his, and she glared at him with a smoldering look that awoke his animal instincts. "You're not getting away from me that easy. You know where this is headed."
He sighed, but quickly followed by taking his face in her hands, thumbs grazing over her soft cheeks, and gazing into her dreamy-eyed expression. "Whatever happens tonight..." He told her, voice uncommonly gentle, "I do only as you want me too."
"Don't leave it at that." Leifang smirked, pressing her waist into into his groin and wiggling her hips. "Give me some ideas."
Without a second more of pausing, he sealed her lips against his, conveying everything through hot, wet, messy affection as he gently cradled the back of her head. Their mouths opened and closed as they sought satisfaction in tasting each other. His larger tongue slipped into her soft, warm, wet mouth, and his other hand wrapped around her upper back. He couldn't stop himself from seeing if he could circle that same hand around and at least get a feel of the side-swells of her breasts, and he managed to poke his fingers into the side, but it wasn't enough. Leifang's own hands had wrapped around his neck and snaked down his torso, respectively.
The bolder of the two went down to the apex of his legs and palmed his growing bulge. She gasped even more as she massaged the enormous python to life, pressing against her hand as if challenging her to continue to grope it. It was huge, maybe more so than she expected. She only felt the side of it, yet it was more than her fingers could really get around and throbbed so hard she recoiled every time,
The buxom warrior pulled away, a string of spit breaking off between them as the still half-drunk Leifang huffed for air. "Ichigo... let's turn it up a notch." And he did, somehow finding the ties to her dress, and letting the whole thing just slip off. And there it was all laid out before him, her full, soft, jiggling breasts with sweet pink nipples, he washboard stomach and her smooth, plump thighs and perky ass. He gently pushed her into sitting down on the bed. Leaving her wriggling in anticipation, letting her boobs quiver some more. Her eyes went wide open as he got down on his knees and unzipped his pants, pulling them down and taking his boxers with them to relieve the strain on his enormous hard-on. There was an audible thud, and and from her position, she couldn't really see her prize, but she got a good look at it's base, and she nearly choked at his thickness. That was something unreal. That was a monster-cock, surely she was confusing it with one of his legs. It didn't matter if he turned out to be long to match, she could already see it's thickness alone spreading her out to the point of ruination for anything less. And yet, from how it didn't get any thinner from where it went out of view, she could tell it was very long.
The strawberry spread the Chinese girl's legs out further to get a good look at her sweet pink womanhood. It was covered by a dark brown bush, not that he minded. He was no less willing to enjoy a full, wild bush just as much a groomed, shaven puss if it meant he could enjoy a woman at all. He gently ran his hands flat over her smooth thighs, and gave a teasing little squeeze every few inches to feel her well-kept thigh muscles. He could smell the fluids dripping from her fleshy slit, even if he couldn't see them. He leaned forward into her puffy lips and gave a slow, languid lick that had the brunette shuddering, whining, longing for him to go further. And he would go further. This couldn't simply be about the bet anymore. No creature this strong, this dignified, this beautiful, would give him something like this just to fulfill a promise. He wasn't going to force her to admit it, but first he was going to give her something special, if he could. He would drain her pretty little pussy and lick it clean if she wanted it. He was tongue-fucking Leifang already.
The stud jolted as suddenly he felt hot, wet suction over the tip of his cock. He almost pulled away to check under the bed, but he pulled himself together just enough to realize what was going on. If he looked, he'd see Hitomi on her hands and knees, buck naked and sucking him off. He though back to a moment just before their date and remembered the brunette's words.
I'll be hiding under the bed to suck your cock while you work on Leifang. If I hear her screaming, I'll swallow.
It had been an absolutely insane idea that sounded so wrong, and it drove his libido through the roof.
He was sure as hell not going to neglect such an opportunity; and Hitomi was not the type to take no for an answer! She was already wrapping her silky mouth around his cock, and now it was up to him to drive it home. Remembering what he was promised, he dragged his tongue down in opposite motion, repeating the motions many times he smoothed his hands over her thighs, again, watching her cup her own tits as she looked right back at him. She almost looked away, she was so bashful, but held his gaze as he dove hungrily into her soft, wet mound. His hand came to the several inches of thigh flesh just before that apex, and ran along the arch until each one of his hands was clutching the curve of her nice round ass. He gave her ripe cheeks a light squeeze and she gave him a cute little moan, barely a whisper among the sound of her molding her own breasts, but a sound nonetheless. As he kept slurping on her pussy, his hands glided further up to the small of her pack and came back around again to feel her powerful abs hidden behind soft, fair skin. Her smooth stomach flexed as she squirmed under his tongue.
Meanwhile, underneath them both, Hitomi was going to town on Ichigo's dick, taking a few inches in her mouth and stroking as much as she could with both hands. She was completely naked underneath that bed, her breasts swaying freely, a sheen of sweat slowly but surely forming over her svelte form as she wriggled her pert, healthy rear, a wanton craving she could only sate through sucking this enormous cock like her life depended on it. She worked her head back and forth in desperate, greedy motions to make sure he got off. He was way bigger than she was ready for, and Leifang was having a good time, unless she was just imagining the squeals she had only heard when they had... experimented.
Puberty was fun. Being two curious girls with wonders of their own sex made it more so.
She would probably be moaning too, if she could make noise. She had never once imagined a cock could taste this good, nor had she imagined that she would have no problem with suffocating if she forgot to nose-inhale. But the musky, masculine scent of his big, sweaty cock kept such forgetfulness out of her mind, a scent so tantalizing she might cum from it. Nothing mattered right now except swallowing this woman-maker, gently fondling his great big balls, and occasionally pulling away from the cock she had speared herself on, although it was only to lick the weeping head and cover it in licks, pepper it in nice wet kisses. She turned to the aforementioned nuts and decided to give them some love and attention. Reaching out further, she cupped his balls and licked at the sweaty, egg-shaped masses of man-milk, just waiting to be sprayed.
Ichigo kept his eyes on the look on the Tai Chi Ch'uan fighter's face the entire time, never ceasing to run his tongue along her velvety entrance and never forgetting to take a very special dip into her moist cunt. It would have been easier if her friend wasn't secretly vacuum-sucking his cock with such focus, but he wasn't about to ask her to stop! Finally, his partner threw her head back, unable to tide her raging pleasure any more. Now she completely gave herself away to this... young man, handsome, powerful, and amazing at eating pussy, and totally devoted to draining her juices. That was when he surprised her. He let his tongue drag, up up up, until he prodded her nub with it, and she shrieked in delight as he followed by nuzzling it straight on. He slowly placed three fingers into her slit, and dug knuckle-deep inside her.
"Anytime you want me to use more," he whispered to her, "just say the word." He removed his fingers and pressed his nose into her pretty pussy, strong arms hooking under her thighs to reach under and coil around her taut stomach until they cupped her full breasts. He massaged her sensitive mounds gently, almost enough to keep her from forming a rebuttal.
She huffed, her pink pouty lips looking very kissable as she tried to look miffed. She did not succeed. "I g-got a good look too... you know. Don't go pretending I'll need a least as many as you're using now." Her words had less bite when they were poorly hidden praise which was being said in between hefty breaths, all while helping him twerk her nipples.
Ichigo couldn't help but smile into Leifang's muff, trying not to groan. Underneath, Hitomi had grabbed his hips and was now sliding herself all the way to the base of his cock. She adapted to how painfully thick it had been in her throat to the point that the head alone felt like swallowing an apple whole, now she was just trying not to gag from how full she felt from drooling all over his thick prick. At this rate, she might swallow whether he got her off or not.
Leifang threw herself back and clutched at the sheets, as though they were her sanity made tact. Leifang didn't even know about this, but she was seeing stars, and he hadn't even fucked her yet! She was going to jump on his dick as soon as he... he... Why was he moaning like that? Did his hard on hurt that...
She didn't get any further than that before her mind went white and her back arched, letting her breasts jostle. She squirmed as he unhooked himself from her, and then she slumped down onto the bed. When she managed to recover, she was confused to find herself rising to see her carnal partner throwing his head back, and she could not pretend she wasn't curious. Imagine her surprise when she looked under the bed to find her best friend panting like she'd gulped down a gallon-drink and wiping cum off her chin.
The Chinese beau's eyes nearly popped out of her pretty little head. "Hitomi?!" She yelped. She couldn't help but cover her breasts with one arm, feeling like the moment had been spoiled by the sexy intruder. Leifang's breasts were just slightly bigger than Hitomi's, and softer. "What were you doing under there?!"
"Attending to your date's cock while he attended to you." The young karate master replied simply. "I agreed to let him feed it to me if you finished."
The man himself couldn't help but swallow and selfishly hope that Leifang wouldn't be "L-look, I'm sorry, I just- I didn't want to say anything and ruin it..." He quickly decided to stop saying anything, since it would probably dig his grave deeper. He was already doing that by switching his gaze between their bodies, between Leifang's enticing tits, and Hitomi's perfectly formed ass. His eyes roved over their flat, tone stomachs and their soft, pink lips, even over their cute little noses and dainty feet. He couldn't help but panic that this would end in punishment for him, any more than he could take his eyes off of them.
"W-well why didn't you say so?!" The bustier one shrieked. "You could have even waited on top of the bed and we could have surprised him like that!
It took him a minute to realize what the living fuck she had just said. "Wait, what?"
Mercifully, they turned to him, and it was the girl he had just dated who answered. "We've wanted to do this for a while Ichi." She purred, cupping his jaw while her partner ran her hands over his excited cock. "We planned this ever since Honoka shared with us how much fun you were." This was an attempt to seduce him, to ensure that he'd go along with this of his own free will and they wouldn't have to wait. "You want this, too, don't you? Tell me you don't want to fuck me, and my best friend."
There wasn't going to be anyone telling anything, if that was the guidelines for what he had to say. He could play post-cumming stupor all he liked, but he was soaking all of this in just fine, slowly thrusting into Hitomi's eager hands, running a palm over Leifang's ass, just generally reveling in two hot girls who wanted him, and carrying more than enough cock for both of them.
Leifang insisted with a cute pleading face that didn't arouse him any less, and his impulse was to grab her roughly by the back of the head, and kiss her with all his might.
Her perky gal pal received the same treatment the instant he pulled away, and grinned just a little bit dumbly when she realized there wasn't exactly going to be a no if she asked straight-on. She knew him far too well to think she was genuinely overstepping her bounds, or that he would really deny them. "Soooo... how about it? What do you want?"
"Okay." Leifang agreed. "But I get to fuck him first, since you kept this from me and since because it was our date anyway. And you have to keep going with his nuts."
The Karate prodigy could live with that. She wanted to know what Leifang had been feeling that drove her nuts like that.
"Get on the bed." Ichigo said sternly. "Can't have you sucking me off with all the dust bunnies." He decided it was time for him to disrobe with them. The quickly removed his shirt, belt, and slipped off his pants. It was standing up to climb in with them that really got their attention. He rose to his full height, and both girls were soaked. If they were two beautiful, fit women, he was a monolith. A true man among men. His tanned skin wrapped well over broad shoulders, long powerful arms, legs thick with muscle, rippling steel abs, a solid, toned ass...
Their vision went further down, and they swallowed hard.
That was not simply a big cock. It was enormous, something in their carnal instincts told them this was as big as they could get, and that didn't even cover it. It was more like this cock defied anatomy, it was a fifth limb, a proud, throbbing beast of an organ that would drill into them, stretch their pussies out until they were ruined, gaping holes that only he could sate.
And that drove their arousal through the fucking roof.
The German girl did as she was told, dutifully clinging the sheets and hauling herself onto the bed, while Ichigo lay down, his thick, rigid cock standing straight up for both of them to stare at. It didn't last. Hitomi planted her hands on his abs and rose her round ass so far up a guy could have taken her from behind in that position, just to reach the pulsating head. She then pushed it deep inside herself, crying out as she took him all the way, ass resting on his balls as she managed to ruin herself fitting this absolutely titanic cock in her warm, soft pussy, cumming just from getting filled out. Her incredible stamina from years of training was all that kept her from losing her pace or going slack right there. Planting her heels on his broad torso, the bun-haired brunette proceeded to ride that cock with all her might, powerful thighs working overtime and her lovely ass cheeks bouncing as she groaned in euphoria.
Not wasting any further time, Hitomi inserted her own ass over Ichigo's face, and felt a spark run through her as she felt his big, rough tongue cover her pussy. She desperately leaned as far forward as she could, letting her breasts squish against his torso as his heavy nuts sat right before her, only an inch away from almost bouncing all over her face. She'd have to settle for taking them into her hands though, lightly squeezing her stud's sack to drive him wild. She took a bit of it in her mouth, almost making out with his smooth, hairless ball-skin.
She squirmed and squealed trying to focus on running her cute pink tongue along the engorged, bouncing nuts almost slapping her in the face, but Ichigo's fervent attention to her juicy cunt was making it very hard. It was fair trade when she was forced to hold on to his engorged nuts for dear life and she got a pleasured groan out of him. She couldn't help but glare at Leifang, who got to attentively spear herself on his cock without the conflict of balancing pleasure with pleasuring. The pig-tailed girl merely glared back, almost jealous herself she wasn't getting eaten out like the last meal on earth.
Almost.
"Ohhhhh, fuck!" Except she was getting the better deal, getting the first go at this cock that would look more sensible as the start of a young tree's trunk, and getting turned inside out, but enjoying every second of it, especially as orgasms continued to fire off in her at the rate of artillery cannons, causing her to squeal in delirium. "So big! Oh god, I'm so full!" It was too much for her to even form other sentences that weren't intended to be direct worship of his dick. There was really nothing else that should be done, this man so hard just for them, they could only show him the utmost attention, especially as he finally found his rhythm and began to piston back with all his might, and drove her pleasure through the roof.
Her best friend through thick and thin, flushed and half-delirious from getting her peach drained, gazed up at her friend's cock-drunk expression from just over the expanse of Ichigo's imposing ballsack, and mustered up enough wit for a smirk. "Bet your glad I'm tag teaming you now." He had been so good to them, it seemed a shame to not help him drain these tanks with their full, tight bodies. "I'll clean out the rest of him with you." With that, her wits and expression disappeared as she leaned in just enough to finally have her face rubbing into his nut sack, and inhaling his scent. Her tongue squirmed through the weight that rudely slapped her in the face and got wherever it possibly could land on, slobbering all over his big balls.
The elegant beauty known as Lei Fan had become a drunk, delirious mess, unconcerned with anything save for the dick that not only took her virginity away, but tossed it over the side of the world! She had been absolutely ruined by his big dick, and she was just fine with that. "Yes! Yes! He's so big! I don't think there could possibly be anyone this big! Oh god!" Her breasts jiggled while she held onto his abdomen for dear life. She could barely throw her head back as she howled in pleasure because he was so deep inside her. "Fuck me, you horse-cocked stud! Make me forget my name!"
The brunettes worked his cock in tandem, Leifang's snug pussy a nice, tight fit for Ichigo's trunk-like dong, and Hitomi's sweet lips, finishing the lavishing they had started on his nuts, comparable to ostrich eggs. They didn't have to wait too long, Ichigo's thrusts became faster, more desperate, urged harder and harder to reach that glorious boiling point. He wasn't totally lost to pleasure though, and while his partners were writhing in orgasmic bliss, he managed to pull Leifang off of him in time to set him down next to Hitomi, the two of them managed to get on their knees and held up their tits as he sprayed them down with the cum shot of the millennium. The two of them gasped as he hosed his pudding-thick spunk all over them, managing to get some in her mouth and covering their faces and breasts in his gooey seed.
The martial arts prodigies didn't stop; at this point it was mostly on automatic. Ichigo gladly took Hitomi from behind, the long-haired girl on all fours while he admired her clean shaven cunt, a stark contrast to her buddy's wild, natural muff. His thick rod sank into her pussy, leaving her to gasp desperately as she was quickly bottomed out by the realest man she'd ever met. Leifang sat at their stud's side, kissing him while he hilted himself into her best friend. "Fuck her now." Leifang demanded, pressing her breast into his arm as she pulled herself into his side. "Stretch her out like you did to me." She didn't need to ask too hard, Ichigo driving into Hitomi with unbridled lust and a wholehearted devotion to pleasing everyone here, if it meant he had to wring them out, wring himself out. He drove into Hitomi with all his might, placing his hands on her perfect hips, and mercilessly driving into her snug cunt with confident, powerful pistons that brought a new height of euphoria to his fellow ex-virgin.
Hitomi threw her head back, squealing in unabashed joys of the sinful delight that was enveloping her mind. This whole thing had started out as getting in on the action of an acquaintance, then it turned into an agreement, and now all she could think about was getting as much out of this as she could, getting unsealed, stretched out, and ruined by this spectacular cock, by the man it belonged to, as good and as much as humanly possible. She melted under the pleasure and found that their endeavor had been well rewarded, if his nuts slapping against her ass was of any indication, almost punching with the force on her cheeks, they were so heavy and strong!
"God, this is the best!" The lucky man of the day groaned, stretching these gorgeous girls out with this cunt-spreading dick. He moved his hands down to caress Hitomi's sugary sweet ass, while Leifang began to press kisses along his shoulder that trailed across his defined collar bone, and up his neck, all he way to his jaw. "If this were a dream, I'd never want to wake up."
"Well you're wide awake, Ichi." Hitomi purred, gently turning his head towards her for a breathtaking kiss. It only lasted a moment before she pulled away. "So you'd better count on it happening again. I think Hitomi's already thinking about it. I know I sure am." With that, she quit delaying any further and kissed him again, letting her pillowy lips mash against his while their tongues did the rest. Turned out he was as good at kissing as he was at eating out pussy. It made sense; the only true difference was the set of lips he totally devoured while she moaned and gasped as her mind blurred into a blank state that knew only carnal ecstasy.
Hitomi pushed herself further back into her partner's pelvis, groaning as she was spread just a little further out again with her partner's thrusts, a feeling of rapture hit every time the wonders of sex became clearer to her. Her orgasms were no less frequent than when when she had been watching Leifang from under their mutual crush's giant nutsack. In the back of her mind, she couldn't help being extremely envious of Honoka, who had apparently known this mind-wiping pleasure for months and kept it from him. When they made this happen again - and she intended for it to happen often, she was going to make absolutely sure she got it as good as the orange-haired hunk could give it! Already she was grateful to have drawn him in and sink his big proud cock into her warmth, a steam that kept flowing out as hit went on and on, heights of pleasure only climbing towards the rapturous peak.
"I'm going to cum." Ichigo grunted, pumping into her with increased speed and vigor. It wasn't an alert, it wasn't asking permission to orgasm or try to prolong it, it wasn't an implied question of whether she'd ask for him to finish anywhere besides where his cock was now; it was a statement, pure and simple, and whatever preferences she had in her buzz-rattled brain had better have been made known, or he would proceed as he pleased.
"Cum on my back this time!" Fortunately, she managed to piece together that response before cumming her brains out like her partner in crime had, and he pulled out, the simple act of him removing the head of his cock mining one more orgasm out of her before he repeatedly slid his cock in between her pillowy ass to stroke himself to completion on her cheeks. It took at least eight strokes before his mighty orgasm made an arch-shaped fountain that painted the German beauty's hair and backside in his slimy seed, and the warmth of his spunk caused her to collapse under her own weight. Hitomi scooched next to her, prompting Ichigo to aim his still-cumming cock straight into her open mouth even as the excess spunk spilled out and dripped down her chin.
The bun-haired beauty sighed as his man-milk splattered all over her face and her dangling breasts. But Hitomi had expended all of her energy on staying in place, now reduced to a cock-assaulted mess, if a beautiful one. "Issshhhhhigooooooo..."
It didn't last. Both martial arts beauties quickly had him on his back, one hand each planted on his glistening steel-sculpted chest while he other stroked his cock, and they planted open-mouth kisses on his shaft. They even exchanged it back and forth to occasionally slap themselves with the metal pipe of a dick they had expanded themselves on. They gasped when their stud reached over to stick his full fists into their still-stretched pussies, a touching attempt. to keep getting them off. They too hands off his chest to remove his hands though and shake their heads at him, leaving him only feeling a little disappointed as they returned their full attention to sucking at the sides of his prick. The truth was, if they orgasmed one more time, there was a good chance they might end up blacking out. They were on their last knees, and they were going to get his beast to go down if it took all day.
"I just want to keep taking this cock down all night." Leifang confessed, massaging this head affectionately as she slurped the precum from his huge slit. Her best friend didn't say anything in response, merely taking delight in wrapping her lips around the sides of his shaft, sucking on it almost like she had done one her own, trailing licks down the sides until she was faced with the familiar curve of his musky balls, slurping on the sweaty sacks like it was an addiction, and she never wanted to recover.
Leifang mirrored her path with alternate movements, planting slow, sweet pecks over the veins and skin alike of his broad, eager shaft. He trail was much slower, kissing it for at least every inch she moved, until she was finally at the based to confront his throbbing cum tanks, nuzzling them into her soft cheek. She was ready to be made a mess of, even is she was already there. She was quite enjoying her first time having honest-to-god sex, and she had a feeling that she would continue to enjoy it well into the very distant future. The night was young, and so were they. They wanted to learn everything there was to know about sex, more accurately, sex with Ichigo and his fat, cunt-busting dick, his divinely sculpted body and his stamina that more than matched it.
Ichigo ran his hands through their hair as his tool throbbed harder in the continuous bouts of mutual delight, smoothing his fingers through Hitomi's long, unbound locks and enjoying grazing Leifang's slightly mussed up pigtails and her loosely tied pigtails. He came again, covering their beautiful faces in spunk that dripped down their gorgeous bodies on all side. It was fortunate they were naturally beautiful, or any makeup would have long since dripped down as well, making them look only more like cum-soaked wretches as they all slumped back, desperate for a resting period. Leifang idly played with her perky breasts, while Hitomi took this opportunity to scoop the thick cum between her fingers and gather it into her mouth, a treat she found she enjoyed deeply.
Ichigo decided, quite suddenly, that he wanted to see how they would react, how far they would really go in dragging the fun out for as long as it could be. He got off his back, gaining their muddled attention as her sat on his knees, his giant prick still standing long and rigid for them. "Shall we continue?" Her prompted them, raising an eyebrow. "You said you were going to clean out the rest, I hope you're ready to follow through."
The perky babes didn't waver from the challenge. They merely sat on their knees at the ready, and turned on their heels to bend over, revealing their totally bare muffs, offering to him the option of which girl to sink into next.
Hey guys. I have an announcement, and I think it would be best to just say it:
I'm going out of the picture for a while. It's not at all due to any trouble. If anything, it's to make way for exciting news. Likely by now, we've all heard that the Bleach anime is going to get it's Thousand Year Blood War Arc aired some time next year! Yeah! As a personal celebration, I'm going to watch every last episode of the anime, and all of the movies. It's going to dig deeply into my writing time, but I'll be doing small pockets of writing in the background, so I'll stubbornly insist that this is not a Hiatus! I hope you all look forward to the anime finishing in style as much as I do,
and I'll see you next whenever!
That's my new Outro!