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Warning: Lemon!
Bouncing Back
Sometime after the Quincy War...
Karakura Town; Park
The September wind blew gently around Ichigo as he walked down the park in the dead of night, the trees around him making the transition to autumn with their leaves turning a shade of crimson and gold, illuminated by the glow of the lamp lights. Ichigo had ditched his Human body back in his bed room and was walking around in his Soul Reaper form. The Substitute Soul Reaper walked with his head hung low and his hands in his pockets. He'd thought a walk through the park would help clear his head and make him feel better but walking all by himself only reminded of his loneliness even more.
After the fight with Yhwach, Ichigo and Orihime finally decided to get together and started dating. At first, everything was coming up sunshine and rainbows for the happy couple. But as the months rolled by, the two started to argue and bicker more and more. For Orihime, she'd realized that Ichigo was not the perfect man that she'd always idolized him as and started to scrutinize him every time he screwed up something. While Ichigo did always admire Orihime for her upbeat, optimistic attitude, it did start to wear on him after a while and the expectations she had for him became too much for him to bear.
Finally, after one particular argument where their friends had to step in before things could get ugly, Orihime had decided that enough was enough and that they were through, storming off in tears. Tatsuki had tried to convince her to reconsider but it was no good. She wasn't in love with Ichigo anymore.
At first, Ichigo tried to tell himself that it was for the best that they stopped seeing each other. That attitude lasted all of an hour and after it finally sunk in that they were no longer a couple, that was when the tears came.
Walking down the path, he'd wondered just what'd gone wrong. After everything they'd gone through, going to the Soul Society to save Rukia, him going to Hueco Mundo to save her, coming closer after losing his powers and finally standing together to fight Yhwach, this felt wrong. 'I don't understand. We literally saved the world together. Aren't we supposed to ride off into the sunset and live happily ever after?' he thought to himself.
His thoughts turned sour and his expression darkened. "Maybe if she'd stopped insisting on waiting until marriage to do it, I wouldn't have been so angry," he grumbled before stopping himself. No, it was wrong to placed the blame on her for not wanting to take their relationship to a more intimate level until later but Ichigo had needs and it was just one more reason why they drifted apart.
He was so lost in thought that he hadn't even noticed that a person was sneaking up behind him until a pair of hands reached around to cover his eyes. "Guess who?" snickered a playful voice.
'Great. Just what I need...' Ichigo thought to himself. "Yoruichi, I don't have time for your games right now."
"Aww! Party pooper! But you talk about not having time? You're walking in the middle of the park at midnight. I think the problem is that you've got too much time on your hands, Ichigo."
The Flash Goddess took her hands away from Ichigo's eyes, letting the boy turn around to face her. Yoruichi Shihoin smiled playfully at the depressed Substitute Soul Reaper, wearing her usual orange jacket and black pants. She crossed her arms and turned her head to the side. "Why so glum, Ichigo? It's been over a week now. You're still down about your princess leaving to find another castle?"
Giving the ex-Soul Reaper his trademark scowl, Ichigo merely turned away and kept walking. "Go away. I don't need this right now, Yoruichi. Leave me alone."
Sadly for the young man, Yoruichi didn't leave. Instead she started to walk beside him. "Yes, because you're having just a merry old time beating yourself up. I've seen you take a lot of hits and get back up. Who would have thought Orihime would be the one to keep you down."
Ichigo's hands balled into fists and he turned his head to glare at the woman. "Don't. I don't want to talk about this. I don't want to talk about her."
Dropping the happy attitude, Yoruichi put a hand on his shoulder in a show of comfort. "Ichigo, it's okay to talk about it. You don't have to mope about by yourself. Why don't we walk and you can get a few things off your chest."
Knowing that there wasn't any way to get the werecat to leave, Ichigo reluctantly agreed. "I'm just...angry, that's all. I thought we could maybe sit down and patch things up, talk things out a little but Orihime won't talk to me."
"I heard things got pretty ugly between you two. Maybe you should take a moment to consider that this could give you a chance for something else. See someone new, maybe? Have a little sexy fun? I can tell from that look on your face that Orihime never put out and you're feeling pent up."
"Someone new, huh?" Ichigo stopped and raised an eyebrow. "And who might that be? You?"
"Maybe? A woman does get lonely, after all." Stepping in front of Ichigo, Yoruichi turned around, dragging a hand up her ass. "Unless you don't think you're man enough for a woman like me."
Ichigo's eyes narrowed. He glanced over the Flash Goddess and could easily see what she was trying to do. There was no denying that Yoruichi was a gorgeous woman. In addiction to her curvy body, her boobs and ass were the desire of every man.
In the time since the defeat of both Aizen and Yhwach, however, Yoruichi had changed a little bit since she first revealed her true identity to Ichigo.
Over the months, Yoruichi had added to her sex appeal by becoming more thicc. Her boobs were now almost the size of Kukaku's, straining her orange jacket while her huge bubble butt and wide hips looked like they were going to pop out of her black pants. The woman was desire incarnate and Yoruichi knew it. And she knew that Ichigo knew it too.
After the emotional roller coaster he'd been going through, Ichigo decided to show her he meant business. He took a step forward, entering Yoruichi's personal space. "And what makes you think you can handle a guy like me?"
"Oho? Looks like our little boy is growing up," said Yoruichi, continuing to poke the tiger. "Are you sure you can handle me when Orihime thought you weren't man enough for-MMMH!"
Tired of listening to Yoruichi's taunting, Ichigo took another step forward and wrapped an arm around her curvy waist before silencing her with a kiss. Yoruichi's golden eyes widened from the young man's boldness. She'd thought he'd just huff from her taunts and storm off. But she could tell that she'd opened a box she might not be able to put the lid back on.
Seeing the passion in Ichigo's arms and his desire to love another woman, however, made Yoruichi want to see where this was going. Her arms wrapped around the Substitute's broad shoulders, pulling him close against her. When she pulled her lips away from his, he came looking for a second kiss, and then a third. One of his hands dipped down her back to dig his fingers into her soft, phat booty.
Yoruichi panted for breath when he finally left her lips alone for a moment. "Wow...you're a better kisser than I thought," she said.
"Still think you can handle me, Yoruichi?"
"Oh please. Try to break me, if you can," taunted Yoruichi, reaching down to grab her orange top. The werecat pulled her jacket over her head, her huge bowling ball titties bouncing once they were freed, Yoruichi not even bothering to wear a bra. The lust in Ichigo's eyes was amplified upon seeing his friend topless before he reached for his clothes.
His Zangetsu blades were tossed aside, landing on the grass next to them with a dull thud. Untying his sash, the Substitute kept eye contact with Yoruichi as he removed his Kosode, showing off his naked chest. Unlike his other Soul Reaper friends who had heavily muscular bodies, Ichigo's was thin and toned like a swimmer, the result of his training paying off big time.
"Not bad." Yoruichi dropped to her knees and started undoing the tie to his hakama. "But I wanna know if you're overcompensating for those big-"
Yoruichi was interupted when she pulled down Ichigo's pants and was immediately smacked in the face by Ichigo's erection. Her eyes went wide when she saw Ichigo's ten inch member. "The fuck?" she gasped as she marveled the Substitute's meatrod, her sharp senses overwhelmed by his strong musk. "You didn't have that when I saw you in the hot spring!"
"You were too busy making fun of me to notice," Ichigo said matter-of-factly.
Gripping his meaty shaft in her soft hand, Yoruichi licked her lips. "Damn! Orihime didn't know what she was missing!"
"Scared?" teased Ichigo, taking a lot of pride in seeing the startled look on his mentor's face.
Yoruichi scoffed at her pupil's haughty attitude. "Oh please, don't act like you know what to do with it." She hefted her massive tits in her hands. "You'll be blowing your load soon enough like the cute virgin you are."
Ichigo gasped through clenched teeth when her dark globes enveloped his cock. Yoruichi wedged the Substitute's thick member between her heavy breasts, squeezing them together and getting a moan to come out of him. Without another word, the werecat dragged her tits up and down, giving him the biggest paizuri she could give. "You like that, big boy? You like it when I use my tits?" she teased, looking up and smirking at Ichigo's expression.
The pleasure of a woman's breasts surrounding his cock was new to Ichigo and he didn't know how to handle it. Leaning back, the Substitute tilted his head up at the sky and let out a deep moan, the pressure building faster and faster. He didn't want to give the fiesty woman the satsifaction of making him blow his load so soon. But like she said: he was pent up. And no man could resist tits like hers without giving in to her.
"Ah! Y-Yoruichi!" Ichigo's vision blurred for a moment while the tip of his cock, poking out of her titty prison, pulsed just before a geyser of white cum shot out, painting the Flash Goddess's dark skin with his seed.
As her face and tits were covered in white spunk, Yoruichi couldn't help but marvel at just how much Ichigo was pumping out. "Fuck, you really were back up." She squeezed her tits to force out the last of Ichigo's thick load. "That's it, let it all out, Ichigo. Give me it all."
Once the teen's manhood finally quit shooting its white load, Yoruichi pulled her tits away and brought her heavy globes to her face, licking Ichigo's seed off of them before wiping the cum off her face with a hand, licking it clean. "Damn, that was thick. You had a girlfriend with awesome tits like Orihime and never bothered to fuck them? No wonder you were backed up-huh?!"
Her eyes stared with utter shock when she saw that Ichigo's manhood was still pointed at her face, erect as ever. "You didn't think I'd go limp after just one round, did you?" teased the young man.
Yoruichi's cheeks went hot from staring at the throbbing member poking her cheek. The thought of Ichigo sticking this in her was both thrilling and a little scary. But she wouldn't be intimidated by one cheeky teen, well-endowed as he might be. Gripping his length, Yoruichi dragged her tongue up the underside of his shaft. "So, you've got a sturdy cock. But do you know how to use it?" she taunted back at him with a cheeky smirk.
"Let's find out."
Stepping out of the hakama that had pooled around his ankles, Ichigo's hands went to her shoulders, pushing her onto her hands and knees before getting behind the werecat. Getting down on his knees, the naked Substitute grabbed the hem of her black pants, peeling them down along with her underwear and slowly revealing Yoruichi's juicy, phat ass, her wet womanhood covered by a bush of purple hair.
Ichigo palmed her large asscheeks with his hands, fingers digging into her plump rump before he gave them a harsh smack. Yoruichi gasped while her ass jiggled from the sudden strike, a red handprint where Ichigo had spanked her. Leaning forward, Ichigo was overcome by the smell of an aroused woman. His thumbs spread her soft lips to reveal her delicate pink folds. Curious as to know the taste of a woman, Ichigo closed the gap and buried his face in Yoruichi's luscious cheeks, his tongue attacking the Flash Goddess's womanhood.
"Oh fuck!" gasped Yoruichi. Her toes curled upon feeling Ichigo's tongue worm its way into her honeypot. She wasn't used to being given oral, save for some nights where she invited Soi-Fon into her bed. Most times she was knocking boots with someone she was the one who showed off her skill with her tongue. "Oooooh..." She dug her fingers into the grass beneath her while Ichigo ate her out.
Ichigo was completely inexperienced when it came to eating out a woman's pussy and the taste of a woman was foreign to him, yet he still licked up Yoruichi's womanhood with all the lust he could muster. Squeezing her phat ass with his hand, Ichigo took his free hand and brought his fingers to her sopping, wet womanhood. He knew he was on the right track when he heard Yoruichi start to moan in response after two fingers started to pump into her snatch. Her juices dripped down his chin as he lapped at her pussy, making her quiver with delight.
"Nghhhhh!" Yoruichi didn't want to give the youngster the satisfaction of knowing he made her cum but it was no good. Inexperienced as he was, Ichigo was licking and fingering her with such ferocity that she just couldn't resist. "Oh fuck! I'm cumming!" she finally shouted. Her back arched while she threw her head back, groaning while caught in the middle of climax.
Pulling his face away from her cooch, Ichigo stroked his cock before mounting the woman from behind. Yoruichi had only just come down from cloud nine when she felt Ichigo's hands on her phat ass, spreading her cheeks while lining up his cock with her dripping entrance. 'This is bad. I just came. If he sticks that in me now...' she thought to herself.
Yoruichi opened her mouth to say something but the words died when Ichigo pushed into her honeypot. "Oh fuck!" she gasped when she felt her student enter her, taking his virginity in one go. She clawed at the grass beneath her from feeling her womanhood being speared by Ichigo's thick girth. "Fuck!"
Ichigo may have been ready to fuck the arrogant werecat but he was still caught off guard by how tight she was. Her warm, wet hole sucked him in all the way to the base as he bottomed out her pussy. "Ohhh..." he groaned. Digging his fingers into her soft ass cheeks, Ichigo pulled out, watching his cock slowly exit her hole before pushing back in.
The dark, empty park rang out with the sound of clapping cheeks once Ichigo found his rhythm, thrusting into the werecat's pussy rapidly. He heard Yoruichi moaning nonstop and it spurred him to keep going.
"Nghhh! Oh fuck! Ah! Ahh!" Yoruichi's world was spinning. Whenever she went to bed with someone she was always in control. No man ever had the gall to try to manhandle her like this. Yet not only was the first man Ichigo, he was doing it quite well. "Fuck!" she continued to groan.
Not wanting to fuck her into the ground with his heavy weight pressing onto her back, Ichigo repositioned them on their sides, lifting Yoruichi's left leg up to let him pump into her cooch at a more intimate angle. "That feel good, Yoruichi?"
"Ah! Yes! Fuck! Orihime doesn't know what she gave up!" Yoruichi couldn't help but admit how good this felt. She turned her head to meet Ichigo's lips in a sloppy kiss. "Mmmmh!"
Ichigo's hand snaked underneath Yoruichi to cup her breast, fingers sinking into her soft yet firm titty. He felt like his whole body was going to explode from blissful heat. The only desire he had anymore was to keep feeling Yoruichi's pussy tighten around him, her hole trying to suck him back in as he pulled out for every thrust.
"Fuck! Yoruichi, I'm gonna cum!" he finally panted, his inexperience getting the better of him. In response to feeling that intense pressure start to build inside of him, Ichigo began to pump into her pussy faster than ever.
Yoruichi couldn't think. The slamming in her loins knocked any rational thought out of her head. She couldn't recall if this was a safe day or not. Yet deep down she had a feeling that Ichigo was so into it he wasn't even going to hesitate her even if she told him. All she could do was moan endlessly from his rapid fucking.
Pushing his cock as deep as it could go inside of Yoruichi, Ichigo moaned into the werecat's luscious lips while he came inside of her. Yoruichi started to shiver as a hot wetness filled her womanhood. The sensation of having her pussy pumped full of cum made her head feel light. She finally pulled her lips away from him and panted for breath. "You...idiot. Why...why'd you have to cum inside of me?" she demanded. Her words were angry but it didn't show in her eyes or on her face.
Ichigo coudln't help but chuckle. "Sorry...I kinda got carried away. And you didn't say anything when I said I was gonna cum."
"Well I was-" Yoruichi's golden eyes widened when she felt Ichigo's manhood shift inside of her pussy and came to a realization. "Holy cow! You're still hard?!" She guessed that he was really pent up with Orihime not letting him vent his sexual tensions.
Without another word, Ichigo started to resume pumping into her cooch. Yoruichi's walls, now slickened with his cum, felt even better as he thrust as deep as his cock could go inside of her. The werecat howled with ecstasy, arching her back while curling her toes.
Time seemed meaningless as the two Soul Reapers fucked like animals. Ichigo became a beast, fucking her in just about every angle his mind could think of. Yoruichi could do nothing but moan like a slut as her pussy was remolded into the shape of Ichigo's clamhammer. The ground beneath the Flash Goddess became soaked with her juices as she was brought to climax again and again.
Yoruichi knew this was bad. At this rate, Ichigo wasn't just fucking her: he was making her his woman. She knew that she was going to want nobody else from him, craving his cock. She had to do something to turn the tables before she was reduced to nothing but a moaning whore. There wasn't much she could do with Ichigo pounding her from behind, gripping her wrists and pulling them behind her to force her back to arch. However, there was one option she could take.
She didn't want to use it. It was offensive to her pride but Ichigo was leaving her no choice. She had to use it. Of that, Yoruichi was certain.
"You think...you've got...me beat?" Yoruichi asked in between moans, her lower half bucking into Ichigo's thrusts. "You think you can...tame this kitty?"
"Haven't I already?" Ichigo cheekily retorted, watching Yoruichi's phat ass jiggle each time his hips smacked her plump cheeks.
"Think again!"
A flash of white lightning blinded Ichigo and knocking him on his ass. He felt like his cock suddenly was shoved into a light socket from the buzzing sensation that surrounded him. The flash faded quickly and in place of Yoruichi was something that the Substitute Soul Reaper had never seen before.
The Flash Goddess had entered her Shunryë Kokubyà Senki form, her arms and legs enveloped in an aura of white lightning that likewise covered her breasts. Her hair now formed a pair of cat ears, her feet were clawed like a cat's and a black tail swished in front of Ichigo's face. The horny Ichigo was taken aback by the sudden transformation, shocked both figuratively and literally at how much Yoruichi would go to get the best of him.
'...wow, no wonder Kisuke told me he called this "Super Hentai Kitty Mode" after the war'...
Turning her head, the transformed Yoruichi grinned at the boy still balls deep inside of her. "Mrroow..." she purred, squeezing his cock with her now electrified pussy.
"Y-Yoruichi?"
"Mrrrowww!"
Digging her claws into the fertile earth, the now feral Yoruichi raised her lightning-clad ass and slammed it back down with all the titanic force she could muster. Her mind had lost its human rationale but her animalistic instincts now demanded her to dominate this young boy who wanted to mate with her.
Ichigo gasped and cried out as the lightning kitty tried to pulverize his hips with her phat ass. His hands went to her dark cheeks while she rode him, gritting his teeth from her strong motions. He could understand why Kisuke warned him about this after Yoruichi had beaten him to a bloody pulp after the war. The form gave Yoruichi strength in spades in exchange for her intelligence.
But Ichigo wasn't about to let her win after he'd been dominating her the entire time. Yoruichi was not going to get the better of him, else he was going to have shattered hips.
Ichigo's hand grabbed the base of her tail and squeezed, making the lightning kitty cry out in surprise and she stopped her movements for a second. That hesitation gave Ichigo the opening he needed. Pushing Yoruichi off of him, the teen quickly mounted her again and slammed his cock back into her pussy, her womanhood literally vibrating from the lightning coursing through her. Still gripping her tail, Ichigo slammed his hips into her ass and fucked her doggy style as hard as he could.
Her surprise advantage gone quickly, Yoruichi's gamble failed spectacularly as Ichigo fucked her from behind, her meowing growing louder and louder as she succumbed to animalistic lust. He pressed his back against her, putting his full weight on top of her. Her furry tail rubbed against his balls to make him moan into her kitty ears.
"MMRRROOOOW!" howled the woman as she came, sparks of lightning shooting out of her body. Ichigo got a bit sizzled but kept fucking her regardless.
"Ngh! Cumming!" he finally grunted before once again giving the Flash Goddess a creampie. The lightning kitty stuck out her electrified tongue lewdly as she felt her mate try to breed her, her womb being filled to its limit.
Yoruichi's arms failed her and she tumbled to the ground, her Shunko form giving out from exhaustion. As the lightning aura faded from her body and her animal features retreated, Ichigo wrapped his arms around her waist and turned on his side, spooning the Flash Goddess.
Feeling Ichigo still inside of her, Yoruichi turned her head and was met by Ichigo's lips. She reached up weakly and ran a hand through his sweaty orange hair. "Damn..." she panted, her eyes full of lust. "Orihime...was an idiot for giving up someone like you." She let out a chuckle. "Feel better now, stud?"
Sweat pouring down his body, Ichigo hugged her and buried his face in her purple hair. "Yeah, I think I chilled out a little. Although..." He pushed his hips, reminding Yoruichi that he was still very much erect. "I'd feel a little better if we continued this in my room."
"Oh fuck yeah! I want you to fuck me until my hips break!" begged the slut, now addicted to Substitute Soul Reaper cock.
"Only if you do that Super Hentai Kitty Mode again." Ichigo pulled out of her and picked her up bridal style. He Flashstepped away, carrying his new lover out of the park and headed for his home, all thoughts of his breakup gone now that he something sexier to focus on...
To be continued...
