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Warning: Lemon!
Twelve Brides and a Strawberry
Chapter Four
A few days later...
Karakura High School Rooftop
The bell had rung and school had let out. Wanting to have a moment alone, the Substitute Soul Reaper headed up to the rooftop, leaning against the railing as he looked out at the town below, his thoughts heavy with the upcoming nuptials.
Kisuke, Yoruichi and Shunsui were busy finalizing the preparations for the weddings. In the meantime, that left Ichigo to wait nervously as the day he got hitched to twelve women drew closer.
He'd already had to beat up Kon multiple times when the Mod Soul offered to take Ichigo's place, Ichigo shoving him in a doll dress and hurling him into Yuzu's room as a punishment.
Footsteps loudly came up to him from behind. Turning around, he saw Tatsuki approaching him. "Oh. Hey, Tatsuki."
The dark-haired girl stood next to Ichigo as they settled into an awkward silence. Finally, Tatsuki spoke up and broke the ice. "Uryu is making our wedding dresses," she told him.
"Really?"
"Yeah. Kisuke tapped him for the job since he's good at sewing. We had him at Kisuke's place yesterday so he could take our measurements."
"Wait, is he only going to make dresses for the three of you or-"
Tatsuki smiled in amusement. "Yeah, he only meant to make the dresses for me and Orihime. Unfortunately he got roped into making dresses for all twelve of us." She couldn't help but chuckle.
"Oh dear..."
Meanwhile...
Ishida Mansion
Ryuken walked down the hallway and noticed his son's door opened slightly. Curious, the Quincy opened it and was baffled by the sight before him. "Uryu, what in the world is all this?" he demanded to know.
The former A Sternritter sat in the middle of his room, surrounded by boxes spilling with white linen. Multiple pages of dress designs littered the floor. The young Quincy groaned while in the middle of sewing Orihime's dress, looking up at his father with tired eyes. "I guess it's true what they say: no good deed goes unpunished."
Originally, Uryu only wanted to make Orihime and Tatsuki's dress since they were his friends. But Riruka had barged her way into the fitting and browbeat Uryu into making a dress for her since she no longer had access to Yukio's money in order to buy a fancy dress. In no time the other nine women came in and, being impressed by Uryu's design of Orihime's dress, asked him to make their dresses as well.
Being all alone with twelve volatile women, even the stoic, steadfast Uryu had no choice but to agree to make their dresses.
Ryuken pushed his glasses up and shook his head. While he and Uryu constantly butted heads, even he had to feel pity for the boy for what he'd gotten himself into...
Back with Ichigo & Tatsuki...
"So, are you ready? To get married to us?" Tatsuki asked.
Ichigo could only run a hand through his hair and sigh. "Who the heck would be ready for something like this? Are you ready?"
"Ha! Of course not!"
The two friends laughed, their anxiety fading away for a brief moment. Ichigo's thoughts turned to the first girl he was going to be saying "I do" to. "So um...I've been thinking..."
"Careful. You know how dangerous that is," Tatsuki teased.
"Before I marry Orihime, I want to have at least one solid date with her," he confessed.
"So what's stopping you?"
The boy shrugged. "I just don't know what to do for a date? Maybe something like take her to a movie or something?"
"You could always take her to a fancy place to eat-"
"Oh get real, you two!"
Ichigo and Tatsuki almost jumped out of their skins at the sudden interruption. Whirling around, they saw Riruka Dokugamine standing behind them. "Riruka? What are you doing here?"
Cocking her head with her hands on her hips, the Fullbringer huffed. "I came to get my uniform. I'm going to be starting class with you guys next week."
"Wait, you're going to be going to school?"
"Yeah..." Riruka's eyes turned to the side as she blushed awkwardly. It was still bizarre for her knowing she was going to be married to Ichigo soon. "Yoruichi suggested it. I never really had much schooling after I ran away from home to join Ginjou and X-CUTION. She figured if I was going to be your wife, I'd need to finish an education." Shaking her head, the magenta-haired girl turned her focus back to the matter at hand. "Don't do something so dull, Ichigo. Do something you know for certain Orihime will love doing. What is she good at?"
The two friends looked at each other while racking their brains on what they knew about the joyful orangette. They knew she liked bizarre food combinations and had a very active imagination. Then Ichigo remembered her job. "She works at a bakery. I know she loves to bake."
"Well there you go. Do that," Riruka said with a satisfied smile.
An idea popped into Ichigo's head and he pulled out his cellphone, hitting a few numbers, he waited until a certain shopkeeper picked up on the other end of the line. "Hey, Kisuke?"
"Why hello there, Mister Kurosaki. To what do I owe the pleasure of your call?"
"Can you help me out with something? I wanted to have a date with Orihime and I thought-"
Tatsuki and Riruka listened to Ichigo as he spelled out his idea, both girls impressed by his creativity. Riruka felt a little jealous at the effort Ichigo was showing Orihime but held her tongue for now. She was confident she'd have her moment when it came.
"Well of course!" chimed Kisuke after Ichigo finished explaining his idea. "Sounds simple enough. I'll need a day or so to get everything set up but I think I can swing that easily enough."
"A day?!" Tatsuki raised an eyebrow in skepticism. "It's going to take more than a day to get all that done!"
"Ah, I see Miss Arisawa is with you. Rest assured, my dear, that this humble shopkeeper is capable of getting the job done."
"Trust me. Kisuke is king when it comes to doing the impossible. Something like this is nothing to him," Ichigo told the girls.
"Oho? Praise from you, Mister Kurosaki, is worth more than my weight in gold! I'll be sure to put extra effort into making sure your date with Miss Inoue goes well."
"Speaking of which, where is Orihime?" asked Riruka. "I passed her by on my way into the school but I figured she'd be up here with you guys since she's off work for the next few days."
"Miss Dokugamine, I see you are also present. Yoruichi asked Miss Inoue to meet her after school so she and Halibel could take her shopping."
"Halibel's here?" Ichigo had not seen much of the Arrancar queen, Sung-Sun telling him the day before that she'd returned to Hueco Mundo.
"Why yes. She and Yoruichi have taken to each other quite well. Rangiku came by to join them as well."
"Wait, what are they shopping for?"
Ichigo's two fiancés looked at each other knowingly before turning away to stifle their chuckles with their hands. Ichigo's innocence was so cute.
"Oh you'll see. In the meantime, I'll get started on your request."
Kisuke hung up and Ichigo pocketed the phone. "You think Orihime will like this?"
Tatsuki gave her friend an approving smile. "I think she'll love it."
The Next Day...
"Ichigo, where are we going? And can I take this blindfold off now?" Orihime asked as her friend guided her down the street, her hand in his firm grip as he led her down the street.
"Not yet. I don't wanna ruin the surprise for our date."
Orihime's heart beat fast. Ichigo had texted her last night to ask her out on a date but when she asked what they were going to be doing, Ichigo had been rather cryptic. When they'd met up at her apartment that morning, he'd said that it was something they could only do today. He'd put a blindfold on her and led her away to the spot of their date.
"Here we are!"
Ichigo undid the blindfold. As soon as Orihime's hazel eyes opened, her expression lit up like a Christmas tree. "Oh my goodness! Is this..."
"Your own bakery," said a smiling Ichigo.
Kisuke had come through on Ichigo's request to set up a small bakery on a empty lot, the building's exterior looking cartoony. On the sign above the door read "Orihime's Tasty Treats!" with a cartoon picture of Orihime's head giving a thumbs up.
For the bubbly teen, to have her own bakery was like a dream come true. "You made a bakery just for me?!"
Ichigo awkwardly scratched the back of his head. "Yeah. It's only for today. Kisuke could only get a short permit for us and we can only do it for today but I thought we could bake some stuff together and-"
He stopped talking when he saw Orihime's expression. The orangette had stars in her eyes as she looked at the bakery, the happiest of smiles on her face. "It's perfect! Oh, I've always wanted to bake together with you, Ichigo! Even if it's only for a day, it's the perfect way for us to have a date."
Seeing the joy in Orihime's face made Ichigo's heart flutter. He was pleased by how Orihime was at the idea of having a literal pop-up bakery. Orihime showed her appreciation with a tight hug and kiss on the lips.
Taking Ichigo by the hand, Orihime headed straight for the front door to her new bakery. "Come on! Let's get to baking!"
A few hours later...
The two stood awkwardly at the counter in the empty shop. They'd spent a few hours baking happily together but to Orihime's dismay, there weren't many customers who came into the pop-up bakery.
Some of their classmates had stopped by to buy some treats but customers were sparse. While Ichigo was more than happy to spend quality time with his fiancé, he felt guilty that their bakery wasn't doing better business. Orihime was putting on a happy face but Ichigo could see the shadow of disappointment in her eyes from seeing so few people want her bread.
Standing at the counter in the empty shop, Ichigo scratched the back of his head. "Orihime?"
"Yes, Ichigo?"
"I'm uh...I'm sorry that the date didn't go any better. I was hoping a lot more people would come buy our stuff," he confessed.
But Orihime simply shook her head. "It's okay, Ichigo. Spending time with you is worth it. Besides, we'll have a lot to eat tonight when we leave," she said with a smile.
Ichigo couldn't keep up a disappointed face when faced with Orihime's bubbly optimism. The two hugged each other tightly, lost in their own little happiness.
Then they heard the bell on the front door ring. Breaking the hug, the pair saw a nervous man in a suit approach the counter. "Uh...hi," the man awkwardly greeted. "I'd like some bread please?"
"Sure!" While Ichigo was a little weirded out by the man's anxious expression, his eyes flickering to the side windows, Orihime happily handed him a freshly baked loaf and rang him up at the counter. Ichigo was going to point out the man's weird behavior when another man entered the bakery with a nervous expression, followed by a woman who looked equally anxious. "I'd like some bread please?" they both said in anxious unison.
'What is with these people?' Ichigo couldn't help but wonder as Orihime sent him into the back to pull out some more bread.
Meanwhile...
"Looks like business is picking up." Yoruichi sat on a rooftop and watched more people enter the pop-up bakery Kisuke had set up for the young couple.
"Guess all they needed was a little advertising," said an amused Halibel, standing next to her with her arms crossed. Ever since the woman had entered her engagement with Ichigo, the Arrancar had met with Yoruichi during their preparations for their upcoming wedding and the two started to enjoy each other's company.
Yoruichi looked down the street. "Well, I'm not sure if Ichigo would approve of the girls' form of advertising," she said with a smirk.
Halibel shrugged. "Regardless, at least it gives the others something to do. Although I think the Quincies are getting too into it."
Upon learning that Ichigo's date with Orihime was not going so well, the other brides decided to lend a helping hand. To that end, Tatsuki, Candice, Mashiro, Riruka and Bambietta were all browbeating people into going to the bakery while Rangiku and Sung-Sun flirted with every man that walked by, promising to spend a little quality time with them if they'd buy some of their friends' bread. The men would rush towards the shop to buy but upon leaving would find that the girls had disappeared, the girls dashing away with Flashstep/Sonido as soon as the men's backs were turned.
Once a line started to form outside the shop, Yoruichi stood up. "I think we can tell the girls to back off. Orihime and Ichigo are going to run out of bread at this rate."
"Very well. I'll signal them to stop." Halibel turned away and walked with Yoruichi. "By the way, you slept next to Ichigo, correct?"
"Yeah? Why?"
"...does he snore?"
"No."
"Thank goodness. I refuse to marry someone who snores."
Later that night...
Orihime's Apartment
The apartment the orangette lived in was dark as the girl and her betrothed entered. In Ichigo's hand was a bag with two small loaves of bread, the last that the pair had after selling all of they'd baked. As soon as they'd ran out of bread and closed up shop, the bakery that Kisuke had set up literally collapsed in on itself, its walls folding again and again until only a small box the size of Ichigo's torso remained. Kisuke arrived to congratulate them on their success before taking the pop-up bakery away with him.
Orihime was counting all the money they'd made after Ichigo turned on the light. "Are you sure you don't want any of the money?"
Ichigo gave her a reassuring smile. "Keep it. You're the one who did most of the baking. All I did was pull stuff out of the oven when you told me."
Putting down the money, Orihime simply responded back with a smile of her own. "No. It meant the world to me that we could bake together. You know, Ichigo, you could make a good baker yourself."
"Heh, it'd be a better job than working for Ikumi, that's for sure."
Noting the emptiness of her apartment, Orihime found a note on the dinner table. Picking up, she read Riruka's handwriting. "Orihime. Bambi and I are going to have a girls' night out with Tatsuki. Enjoy having the place all to yourself with Ichigo! -Riruka."
A warm tension started to build in Orihime's stomach, realizing she was all alone in her home with Ichigo. Thinking about their first kiss, Orihime remembered how they'd mentioned to each other it wouldn't be likely they would be able to spend much alone time after they got married.
The tension in her gut grew and her hands started to slightly shake with anxiety. "I-Ichigo? Would you...like to stay here for the night? Since we're going to be married, we should get used to sleeping in the same bed."
Spotting the nervous look in her eyes, Ichigo felt his own heart beat a little faster. "Um...sure. But I don't have any pajamas."
"That's okay. You can just sleep in your boxers. I've seen you in swim trunks so it's not like I haven't seen you with your shirt off," Orihime responded with a blush on her face. "Here. I'll go get the bed ready. You can make yourself at home."
Upon turning away, Orihime walked down the hallway. As soon as she reached her bedroom, she opened her closet and pulled out the items she'd bought with her friends' help yesterday...
Ichigo waited for fifteen minutes, sitting on the couch comfortably before deciding to go check on Orihime. Getting off the couch, he headed for the girl's bedroom and knocked on the door. "Orihime?"
"Come in, Ichigo..."
Opening the door, the Substitute Soul Reaper stepped inside, only to stand in the doorway dumbstruck at the sight that was waiting for him, sitting on the edge of the large bed.
"Rangiku and Yoruichi helped me pick this underwear out. How do you like it?" Orihime asked with a shy smile, the blush ever apparent on her pretty face. She crossed her legs and leaned back a little to let Ichigo get a better look at her.
Ichigo was very much liking what he was seeing. Orihime sat on the bed wearing the sexiest lingerie that the young teenager had ever seen. Her light skin was hugged by a white set of lingerie. The patterns of flowers covering the jaw dropping piece, every petal and leaf being made see through and leaving next to nothing to the imagination. Yet there was still more as her bra had open space at both breasts, leaving a triangle top with exposed inner side boob.
Going lower the garter belt made Ichigo increasingly aware of just how much of an hourglass figure Orihime had. Her panties sank against her wide hips and strained to hold her derriere within their cotton grasp. Her thick thighs finding themselves squished beneath the garter belt straps.
He honestly didn't realize that she had a matching white choker until Orihime pushed her hair behind her ears and he looked up to her while his brain tried to process the gorgeous sight before him. "Ori...Orihime...you look..." He couldn't think of a word that could possibly describe the orangette's divine beauty. Seductive? Radiant? Dazzling? Sexy as fuck?
Orihime couldn't help but smile at Ichigo's reaction. "I was going to wait until our wedding night but...I thought about it and I want to do this now, when I have you all to myself." Taking a deep breath and steadying her shaky nerves, Orihime beckoned to her fiancé with a finger. "Come. Over here."
All of the blood that had rushed to Ichigo's face upon seeing Orihime in such lovely underwear went in the opposite direction and he felt his pants becoming incredibly tight instantly. He wanted to ask if she was sure about this but the outfit and the look in her eyes was telling him she was very sure about this.
Orihime's heart beat faster when Ichigo slowly removed his shirt, revealing his toned, built chest. She rubbed her legs together as his pants were the next to go, letting them drop and stepping out of them before kicking them to the side. Now in just a pair of black boxers, Ichigo closed the gap between them and sat down on the bed next to her.
No sooner did she feel the warmth of his body touching her side, the orangette in white lingerie leaned forward to kickstart their fun with a kiss. As their lips connected, Ichigo's strong arms wrapped around the girl's curvy body.
Her head fogging up as she kissed her crush, Orihime raised a hand and pressed it against his chest. She could feel the fast beat of his strong heart at her fingertips, her touch making Ichigo want more.
The two continued making out for a very long minute. Their tongues came out to play and the kiss turned wet and sloppy. Every second their lips remained glued to each other only served to enflame their lust more.
Orihime was the one to break the kiss, turning her head to the side to let out a soft gasp when Ichigo's hand grabbed at her breast. "I-Ichigo..."
"You okay?" asked the virgin teen.
The orangette nodded quickly. "Yes. That felt good. After all those times of Chizuru groping me from behind, my boobs have gotten quite sensitive," she explained shyly.
"Oh really? So how does it feel when I do this?" Ichigo's hands cupped her huge breasts, pushing them up and pressing them together with a smile on his face.
"Ah! Yes!" Orihime instinctively spread her legs wider as her breasts heated up from her crush's fondling. Instinct spurred her on and she pulled Ichigo into another tongue-filled kiss.
If there was one word that Ichigo could describe Orihime in this moment, it was soft. Soft was the feel of her pillowy lips on his, added with the softness of her small pink tongue. Her long orange hair felt as soft as silk as it brushed against his shoulders and sides. Her breasts were softer than anything Ichigo had imagined, yet so very firm as he gave them a gentle squeeze. Her whole body was just soft and it made Ichigo want to make her his. All thoughts of his life melted as he touched and kissed Orihime. At the moment, all that mattered was making love to the girl he was going to marry.
It was Ichigo's turn to gasp when Orihime's hand found the bulge in his boxers. Taking a cue from her, Ichigo reached down and palmed her panties, his fingers finding a warm wetness to greet him.
"Nghhhh..." Orihime moaned, turning her head to the side and allowing Ichigo to pepper her neck with soft kisses as he rubbed her pantie-clad pussy. "Yes...yes...mmmmmhh..."
Unable to bear the wait any longer, Orihime grabbed the hem of Ichigo's boxers and tugged. Her hazel eyes went wide upon seeing Ichgo's girthy rod. Yoruichi had teased her earlier, stating that she'd seen Ichigo in the hot spring back at the Soul Society so she knew he was definitely a grower and a shower. Just the sight of his impressive length made her womanhood grow wetter, her white panties showing an obvious stain as her hand wrapped around his cock. Ichigo response was to slip his hand inside her silk panties, his fingers finding their mark.
Still sitting at the edge of the bed, Ichigo and Orihime resumed making out as they got each other off with their hands. A woman's maidenhood was softer than Ichigo had imagined, his fingers gently rubbing the orangette's pink lips and becoming wet with her dripping juices. As for Orihime, sweat started to roll down her back from the heat dwelling inside of her while her hand slowly stroked the young man, her hand as soft as velvet to the horny teenager.
Ichigo's mind was going blank. He had no idea just how good it felt to have a woman get him off with just her hand. The thick cock in Orihime's grasp throbbed madly in her hand, a rising tension building inside of him. Their mouths separated and they couldn't stop panting hard into each other's faces. "Orihime...don't stop...please don't stop..." he breathed, his balls tightening up.
"Yes...Ichigo...ohhhh..." Orihime's breasts jiggled, straining their white bondage as she struggled to breathe. A finger slipped inside of her warm honeypot and it made her mind start to go blank. "It feels so good! I'm..." Her head rolled back, giving Ichigo the opportunity to lick and kiss her tender neck, covering her soft skin in love bites. "I'm gonna cum!" she finally shouted. Her legs closed around Ichigo's wrist, keeping his hand right where she wanted it. In turn her hand started to jerk off the boy as fast as she could.
Ichigo couldn't stop the rising pressure in his loins; and even if he could, he didn't want to. He desperately wanted his lover to bring him to release. "Me too! I'm gonna blow!" he grunted.
Orihime as the first to reach orgasm first. The flower of ecstasy blooming in her loins, the sexy girl let out a cry of pleasure. "Ah! Ahhh!" Her legs opened up again as a wet rush of silvery love juices stained both Ichigo's hand and her lingerie. Her head turned to the side, giving Ichigo the chance to kiss her again and swallow her moans while he let himself fall over the edge of bliss.
The cock in her hands twitched and its tip erupted with white hot man seed. Ichigo didn't stop cumming until Orihime's whole hand was covered in cum, moaning into her lips as he blew his load.
As soon as their minds came back down from heaven the couple broke the kiss. Orihime looked down at her hand incredulously from how much Ichigo had let out. "Wow, Ichigo! You must have been pent up!" she marveled, cleaning off her hand with a nearby rag while Ichigo took his hand out of her panties.
Ichigo could only chuckle. "Well I haven't been able to really relieve some stress ever since this whole mess started."
Despite the huge load Ichigo let out, Orihime was just as impressed by how Ichigo was still hard. She had the feeling this was gonna be a long night, which was all the better.
The couple embraced once again, this time hugging each other more tightly. As his lips reacquainted with Orihime's, his hand reached up to the girl's bra, giving it a slight tug. The bra shifted downward to let the teen girl's hardened nipples come out to play. "Ah! Ohhhh!" Orihime's head rolled backward again when fingers started to play with her tits, her mouth biting down on her lower lip gently as the heat in her body intensified.
Orihime was briefly disappointed when Ichigo pulled away from her but her excitement grew once more when he slid off the bed to tug his boxers off, standing in front of her stark naked. Getting back on the bed, the nude Ichigo made his way to its center and beckoned her to join him.
As soon as she neared him, Ichigo pulled the lingerie-clad Orihime into his lap. "Oooooh...ohhhhhhh...ahhhhhhh..." moaned Orihime lewdly as Ichigo kisses his way down her neck before burying his face in her tits. She blushed when she felt his cock brush against her womanhood. Getting an idea, the girl wrapped her arms around his shoulders and started to sensually grind against his manhood.
Ichigo was lost in the soft warmth of Orihime's tits. His lips found her hardened pink nipple and started to suck on her like a baby, squeezing her breasts as he switched to her neglected nipple.
Orihime's grinding and Ichigo's sucking was driving both teenagers wild. Pulling his face out of his girlfriend's cleavage, Ichigo gently laid Orihime down on her back. Orihime gave a nod of consent when his hands touched the sides of her panties, giving him permission to remove them. She put her legs together and nervously watched as Ichigo slowly peeled the wet undergarment away from her hot pussy. As soon as they were free of her ankles, Ichigo took the stained underwear and tossed them to the side before spreading Orihime's legs.
Both teens were nervous as hell, Orihime trembling as her fiancé aimed the tip of his cock at her entrance. For a moment, Ichigo hesitated when he realized he hadn't brought any protection. Luckily, Orihime, or rather Ichigo's other brides, had already thought about that. "It's okay to do it raw," she explained with a nervous smile. "Yoruichi and Halibel had Kisuke give us all pills that'll keep us from getting pregnant."
Realizing that he could have sex with Orihime without the fear of getting her pregnant, Ichigo threw his hesitation to the wind. Gripping Orihime's curvy waist, the Substitute looked into his friend's hazel eyes as he slowly pushed into her pink honeypot.
"Nghhh!" Orihime arched her back when she felt a man penetrate her for the first time in her life, the two teens claiming each other's virginity. Her breath was knocked out of her as her pussy was slowly filled with Ichigo's cock, her face twisting from her walls stretching around his thick girth. Thanks to all her physical activity she didn't have a virgin barrier to tear through but she still retained her virgin tightness.
"You okay?" Ichigo gasped while trying not to gasp pathetically from the sheer tightness of Orihime's walls surrounding his cock.
"I'm fine...just...go slow..."
Nodding, Ichigo gripped her waist tightly and began to move. Orihime's groans filled the darkened room as she looked down at Ichigo's cock, watching it pump in and out of her deflowered honeypot with the brightest of blushes on her face.
Panting like a beast, Ichigo tried to keep himself from going crazy. He had no idea a woman could feel so warm, tight and wet at the same time. "Hahhh...hahhh..." he panted as he continued to push in and out of her. "Orihime...you feel so good..."
"You're so big..." Orihime panted back, throwing her arms over her head. Her breasts jiggled with each thrust into her, her nipples achingly hard with arousal. "Faster..."
Upon hearing Orihime's request, the naked Ichigo put the orangette's legs on his shoulders and leaned forward to put the beautiful young woman in a mating press. Orihime's groans grew into loud moans of sheer unadulterated pleasure as she felt Ichigo's cock go deeper inside of her, bottoming out her pussy and making her head spin. "Ah! Ah! Ichigo! Ah! Don't stop! Oh!"
The bed began to creak and shake, Ichigo moving faster and pounding Orihime's tight cunt harder. Sweat rolled down Ichigo's naked back as he reveled in the pleasure of fucking his girlfriend.
Orihime's head was spinning. Her mind went blank while she felt her body being claimed by her true love. Her feet dangling in the air, the lingerie-clad girl could do nothing but moan as her face twisted with unbridled pleasure. Ichigo was mesmerized by the look on her face, finding her to be even more beautiful than ever before. Leaning down, he pressed himself against her and gave her another deep kiss, swallowing her lewd moans as his hips smacked hers.
"Ah! Yes! Oh god! Ohhh!" The ecstasy that swarmed her mind made Orihime lose all self-control. Gripping Ichigo's arms, she dug her nails into his skin as she felt the tension in her stomach threaten to uncoil itself again. Ichigo watched her pretty face twist with pleasure, her hazel eyes rolling into the back of her head. "Ah! Ahhhhhh!"
The vice gripping Ichigo's cock grew tighter followed by a rush of love juices. The tightness was too good for Ichigo to not follow her into climax. "Ahhh!" he grunted loudly, pumping into her as fast as he could as if his hips were possessed before he finally let go. He smashed their lips together in one more kiss just as he blew his load, pumping her pussy full of cum. Orihime felt like she was going to melt as hot spunk flooded her womb. Had she not taken the pills Kisuke made for her, she would most certainly have a bun in the oven.
For a long minute, the couple were quiet, Ichigo laying on top of Orihime while he finished topping off her pussy with the last of his cum. As his senses came back to him, the Substitute pulled out of his fiancé, laying down next to her and pulling her close. "That...was...amazing..." Orihime breathed, hugging Ichigo tightly.
"Yes, you are," Ichigo panted, his body covered in a thick sheen of sweat. Tilting her head up, his lips met hers in a sweet kiss. "I love you."
"I love you too, Ichigo." Orihime's hand trailed across her chest. "You know, we probably aren't going to have many nights to ourselves. Or at least, nights where we aren't spied on," she insinuated.
Ichigo could see where she was going with this and smiled. "I guess we should make the most of tonight then."
"Mind if I be on top this time?"
"Not at all..." Ichigo said, sitting up with his back against the wall as Orihime climbed onto his lap. The two were not going to waste their night and it was most certainly not going to be a quiet one...
To be continued
Omake
Ground Rules
With Ichigo's Other Brides...
While Orihime and Ichigo were celebrating their date in the bedroom, the Substitute's other brides were having another round table at Kisuke's.
"Okay. We established that there is to be no fighting and that our bracelets stay on. We need to discuss how we're going to be running our little household," started Yoruichi with a piece of paper in front of her containing a list of topics she wanted to cover now before they became issues.
Rangiku spoke up, her eyes going straight to the three Quincies from across the table. "I have a condition. That zombie freak of yours is not allowed near any of us." She had not forgotten what Gigi did to her and Toshiro. While she was able to stomach breaking bread with these three Sternritters, she drew the line with Gigi.
"You and me both," Bambi said to the lieutenant, surprising Rangiku. Riruka sat between her and her former comrades, the E Sternritter still not on speaking terms with the pair. "I don't want to see Gigi ever again."
Candice shrugged. "That's fine. Gigi and Lil are doing their own thing and don't really want anything to do with Ichigo."
"Okay. We can add that to the concessions," Yoruichi said, scribbling it down. "Now then, on to a subject I've been meaning to ask: how does everyone feel about casual nudity?"
"No!" shouted everyone in the room. All except one.
"Sure!"
All eyes turned to Nel, who scratched the back of her head and chuckled. "What? Don't tell me you're not all not curious if everyone's carpet matches the drapes."
END