Random smut stories with plot

by Jokiba

Smut of all kinds with good plot too

33. The Soul Prince's Journey through the Er

The Soul Prince's Journey through the Ero-Verse

Kinetic_Hero

Summary:

Follow Ichigo Kurosaki through a trip filled to the brim with inter-dimensional sex! From girls his age to well-aged MILFS, humans to the most exotic inhuman beauties! Damsels in distress to powerhouses! There's not enough time in the day! Every new universe he travels to, more women find themselves drawn to the powerful hybrid hero who falls into their laps! Who will he accept, what will he save them from, and how many times with he plow them? Find out on his journey through this erotic omni-verse!

Notes:

Rules:

1. If one or more of however many characters isn't from a different series, you can forget it.

2. Kinks and fetishes are a maybe, dependent on what they are. For example, I can tolerate group sex, brainwashing, and femdom. But I will not allow cheating, incest, non-con, toys, tentacles, lolicons, or bestiality.

3. I allow cuckolding, but I will not knowingly use characters who are in a canon relationship.

4. If you have something specific in mind, I need details. Surely you want more than simply the two or more of them railing.

5. I probably won't have to use any girls more than three times each, so if you've come across a female character a considerable number of times, it is disqualified. I had trouble looking for male characters to complete the equation. The split is not equal.

6. Any Users who write their own chapters and send them via DocX will have their names labelled within the chapter for their credit.

Enjoy!

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: Lady J (Valkrie Drive: Mermaid)

Chapter Text

Sometime after the Thousand Year Blood War

Not for the first time in his life, Ichigo questioned how he'd ended up in this situation.

Not for the first time, he reminded himself he knew very well the how of it.

The "when" of his situation was about 30 minutes after he arrived on an untamed island in the middle of nowhere. The "where" was in an abandoned shack in the jungle on said island in the middle of nowhere ... standing in front of the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen.

See, prior to those 30 minutes, there substitute soul reaper had crashed on the island in his spirit from, before encountering a pair of women with strange souls. They were human, but they felt ... amorphous, like they could change at any moment.

He was just plain confused when they asked if he was a Liberator or an Exter, and was then treated to the sight of the two of them fondling each other without embarrassment, at sight that got him gawking for a few seconds before he tore his eyes away from the sight. He was then almost shot when one of the women had transformed into a mini-gun and the other had made use of it. They couldn't even scratch his Hierro. It was easy for him to take them out barehanded, just as another woman ran straight out of the woods.

Ichigo's jaw slammed into the sands as he gazed upon the woman moving towards him. She had violet hair with a flower bandanna, matching violet nails, and violet lips, and was wearing a ridiculously revealing two piece dress with red accents. The top did very little to contain her breast, which were easily the biggest he had ever seen, and her belly was exposed, showing a tiny waist and voluptuous hips. She wore a long split skirt with her crotch covered by a ribbon, black strapped-up high heels and black elbow length arm warmers.

Ichigo was treated to the sight of her beautifully bouncing titties as she ran towards him. He was fortunate to learn that she wasn't out for his blood like the last two, and she had introduced herself as Lady J. Huh. Anyway, the two ended up nearly getting hunted down by Welter, but managed to hole up in an abandoned but not too old shack, that was pretty much just and over-sized bedroom with all other needed amenities only a few steps from the bed.

Turned out, he was on an island called Mermaid, of all things, and everyone here was a female that, due to the Armed Virus, could become a weapon or the wielder ... except for the leader of the island, and him, who were males. Lady J herself had been separated from her partner Rain Hasumi when they were being pursued by Welter agents who had been sent to hunt them down. Ichigo had offered to help her find her partner, and she had agreed to let him assist.

But of course, having never seen a man on the island before, Lady J was ... admittedly rather aroused by the presence of the handsome young man sitting next to her. And so, removing her arm warmers, she had decided to ... test this man, who's immense power only added to her arousal. It was admittedly a rather tricky process, getting him to consent, but after some rather solid convincing, and egging on from his inner hollow-Zanpakutō, he decided that it wouldn't be the end of the world if he threw his chastity out the window.

Naturally, Lady J took the initiative, pushing forward into a passionate kiss. After a few seconds, Ichigo pushed back with equal vigor, his hollow instincts guiding him through this process. Ichigo moaned as he felt her heavenly bosom flattened against his iron-hard torso. Before long, the simple kiss became more heated as they opened their mouths, the lady's tongue moving in to explore Ichigo's cave with vigor.

His hands were idle, simply propping him up on the mattress before the violet-haired bombshell sensed his trepidation, giggle and briefly pulled away to whisper in his ear. "You've got nothing to worry about. Right now, I'm all yours." She gingerly took hold of his hands, and placed them on her luscious ass. "You can touch me as much as you want."

Inhibitions thrown to the wind, the orange haired hybrid filled his hands with as much of her ass cheeks as he could, returning to the passionate make out session. He took full advantage of her permission to touch her, as the tent he had pent pitching began to grow in earnest. The two of them moaned as their mouths opened and closed around each other's. As they kissed, Lady J's hands shed the top half of Ichigo's shihakusho, revealing his solid abs, and the young man in question had moved his touch from her glorious ass across the small of her back with one hand, while the other latched itself onto one of lady J's monstrous mammaries underneath her laughable excuse for a top, palming it methodically.

The Exter-Liberator hybrid noticed this immediately and pulled away from the make-out session giggling. "You like?" As if to prod further, she took one of her monstrous breasts in hand and lifted it up to him in offering, as she whispered in a low, seductive tone. "You like Mama's titties, don't you? Why don't you suckle mama?"

Even if he wasn't already hard as a rock, something about the show she was putting on – and the way she said "mamma" – made him throb ragingly. Falling to instincts completely, he tore the top off with ease letting her titanic titties heave to and fro, free from their pathetic confines. Lady J, turned on by the obvious strength he was displaying, could only flush as her breast were finally free, seen by the one man she wanted to see them. Ichigo himself could only gape in awe at the biggest pair of tits he had ever seen in his life, easily outdoing even Rangiku's! Falling back to his instincts, he quickly latched his mouth around her enormous nipple, his tongue playing around the gumdrop-sized nip. Lady J flushed further, hugging Ichigo close to her mountainous bosom and running her fingers through his spiky orange locks. "Ooooooh," she cooed, "that feels gooooood ..."

The Shinigami in question was having similar thought, as the huge tit barely in his mouth seemed to roll around and jiggle, even held in both of his hands. Deciding to just let it flop around, he turned his attention to the small of her back, unknowingly returning the embrace, and mashing his face further into her massive mommy-pillows. His hands traced down to the small of her back, lightly gripping when they reached her buttocks, and gliding along her smooth, thick, never-ending thighs. He kept one hand on her ass, trying to keep them upright as they could be. His other hand slowly went up and down her limbs, and he suddenly found it gliding inward, towards her most private area...

He gently pulled away from his suckling, and he pulled his hands away, leaving her lying on her side of the bed, looking confused and maddeningly aroused.

She got up for a moment looking rather hurt. "Ooooh, why'd you stop?"

He wringed his hands as he turned away from her, eyeing her crotch area. He tried his best to say what he wanted, but he was still new to this. "Can ... can I ... can I, uhmmm ..."

It didn't take her long to figure out what he wanted, as she followed his line of sight to her nether area. The gorgeous Liberator could only giggle at his bashful attempts at asking to eat her out. "My my, you're quite eager to please aren't you?" Without hesitation, she untied the bottom half of her dress and spread her legs revealing to him her heavenly lips. "Well of course, my young gentleman. Taste away." They were smooth, shaven and best of all, sopping wet.

Ichigo obliged wholeheartedly, quickly hooking his arms around her thighs, spread her nether regions with two fingers, and gently prodded his tongue against her pussy. The violet-haired Exter gasped has the young Shinigami licked her folds with vigor. She threw her head back, letting moans spew from her purple lips, a sound that was all things divine to Ichigo's ears, as he tasted her honeypot, which tasted like ... actual honey, compared to what he'd expected. He gently dragged his tongue around the lips as she practically writhed, and notice small nub at the top. Experimentally, he listened to the voice in his head that said to flick his tongue on it, and was rewarded with a rather vocal gasp and moan from Lady J, who took one hand and mashed his face between her legs in a fit of lustful desperation. The beautiful, flushed Lady J meanwhile, was playing with her own breasts with her other hand in an attempt to stimulate herself further.

Suddenly she notice and all too familiar heavy tingling in her nether regions. It was coming, and it was coming fast. "Ah! Ah! I'm about ... to ..." Her warning was well heeded, as the young warrior increased the strokes of his tongue against her flower.

She came with a loud moan, her juices gushing out of her hole, which Ichigo continued to lap up with enthusiasm. As she propped herself up on her elbows, she turned her attention to Ichigo's pants, which she saw had a painfully obvious bulge in them. Dear god. Is that really...? Externally, she was completely calm, moving herself up into a sitting position. "Why, thank you, Ichi-kun." She praised, letting the endearing pet name fly passed her perfect lips. "You've taken care of me, now it's my turn..." She gently cupped the tent in his pants, taking delight in his low moan, "...to take care of you."

Reaching out with both hands, the super-busty beauty slowly pulled down his hakama, and an absolutely titanic cock sprang out and smacked her in the face. "Oh my goodness." She muttered. It was absurd, just how gigantic he was. It was long, longer than her arm, and she wondered again if it would fit. And it's girth ... dear god, it just might actually tear her open! She took hold of the monstrous organ, Ichigo moaning as her soft hand slowly and firmly pumped his girth up and down, even though it was so thick, she was basically just grabbing at the side. One of her hands went towards his ripe apple-sized testicles, tenderly playing with the sac as the man above her moaned in pleasure. She leaned up to his ear, her bare breasts hanging just over the head of his dick as a result. "You like that don't you." She whispered seductively. "I know what you like." She moved her head down, facing the head of his cock directly. "I know what you want ..." she planted a gentle kiss on the tip of his dick, which was now weeping precum. She licked the massive dick from its base, all the way to the leaking tip, tasting the precum, before suddenly wrapping her lips around the head of the hybrid's cock.

Ichigo threw his head back and let out a rather vocal moan as Lady J bobbed her head up and down on his sword, slowly but surely taking more and more of his length into her tight, wet mouth every time. Eventually, she had him down to the base! She grabbed onto her orange-haired bedmates firm muscular buttocks as she continued to bob her head up and down. *Ggggkkkk. Gurrggghh* This wasn't quite satisfying for her though. Thinking quickly, she released the cock with a pop, and looked up at the substitute soul reaper, who was looking at her with eyes completely glazed over. "Please skull fuck me." She pleaded, as she pumped him up and down with her hands to keep up the pace. He nodded, his mind fogged up by his fully released animal lust. Taking this as a compliance, she got back to sucking him off, and was more than a little pleased when he grabbed her by her violet hair and began thrusting up and down on her head. Now fully stationed, the incredibly buxom cycle-form Exter got straight to work, devouring the biggest cock she'd ever seen.

Ichigo panted heavily as the woman beneath him worked her silky orifice around his glorious cock. Her hands were at work fondling his massive balls, sending the pleasure skyrocketing through him, as his body wracked in enjoyment. He looked down at her, the sight of both his hands on her hair as she just barely went all the way down to the bottom of his member, the organ disappearing behind those sinfully succulent purple lips. "Ahhhh, J-chan," he breathed out, with no earthly idea where the name came from, "So good ..."

After several minutes of the world's most intense blowjob, Lady J suddenly got an idea, somewhere in her lust addled mind. She smirked, as much as one could when their mouth was stuffed with the finest of man meat. She quickly stopped altogether. Her partner looked at her with unfiltered disappointment. "Why'd you stop?" He whined. She simply grinned at him, adjusting herself just enough so that Ichigo's length was faced with Lady J's titanic titties. Taking a breast in each hand, she wrapped the soft mountains around the rigid length.

Ichigo practically slammed his head into the bed frame at this point, as the gorgeous woman gave him a world-class titty fuck. He instinctively thrust into the monstrous breasts as they wrapped around his cock. But her tits, even with their own monstrous size, still had his impossible length poking out several inches over the top. This was it. This was absolute heaven, where his now super-sensitive organ was being buried under a valley of soft flesh like no other. Every titty-shake she pulled was another leap towards cumming, and he could do nothing to stop it, not that he wanted to. He could only groan in the pleasure that coursed his entire being as his man flesh was crushed by Lady J's divine vice.

Lady J moved her godly mammaries up and down on the Shinigami hybrid's enormous shaft without pause, taking great satisfaction in the way it completely disappeared into the cavern of her cleavage. Even in between the rapid movements, she could feel the rigid limb pulse harder and harder, signaling his impending orgasm.

As if on cue, Ichigo called out to her as best he could between the furious pants. "J..." he managed, "I'm about to ..."

"Oh, I know, Ichigo." The violet-haired wet dream of a woman said, grinning excitedly. "Cum for me. Do it! Paint mommy's huge, soft, pale white titties with a brand new shade of white with your hot, chunky cum!"

At just that moment, he came with a loud groan, jizz spurting out of his head like a fountain as it covered every inch of J's massive mammaries. Ichigo panted heavily and noted with a bit of surprise that his raging erection had not wavered at all, but seemed to be throbbing even harder. Lady J, meanwhile was content with lifting her drenched tits into her mouth and licking them clean, a display that the studly young death god watched unblinkingly. Licking up the last of the sperm off her breast, she looked at him with her glazed eyes as he sat back up.

The teen in question had just turned his sights upon her as she suddenly got up and held onto him by the shoulders. Getting the message, he set himself on the edge of the bed. As she moved and hovered directly over him she paused. "This ... will be my first time with a man." She admitted, flushing. "I ... don't know about you but ..."

Ichigo was rather flushed himself. "Me too." He admitted. "It's my first time too."

Lady J could not help but be touched by the unprovoked admission, and cupped his cheek. "Thank you, Ichi-kun." She spoke softly. "I hope you like this position. It just felt right."

With that, she dropped herself down on the enormous dick, gasping as she tore her barrier. Ichigo went cross-eyed as the feeling of Lady J's hot, tight pussy squeezed his member.

And like that, she was ruined for any other man.

After a few seconds, she regained her composure and began riding him. The soul reaper was agog as the amazon slid up and down his shaft, her glorious tits quaking with every little bounce. He basked in the indescribable pleasure, enjoying the sight and feeling of the limb disappearing into her tight cunt. Quickly taking action, her grabbed her by her thick hips and began thrusting into her.

"Oh, Ichigo," the Exter shouted as he began destroying her insides. "Oh, fuck me! You're amazing!" She wrapped her arms around him and pressed his face into her soft titans, relishing as he rubbed his face in between them. She wasted no time in kissing the young man fervently, moaning into his lips while her huge booty bounce in his lap, rippling with every impact. Her nails dug into his back, and she could feel the bulbous head of his length hit her womb. She didn't know why, but she loved the feeling. It made her want to ride him harder, an idea she went along with.

There were almost no intelligible words between them as they fucked with total abandon. Ichigo could only moan as this woman- no, this goddess, repeatedly impaled herself on his sword over and over. He had never had sex before, and doubted any woman would be able to please him like this again. He really hoped this wouldn't be the last time, because no woman he'd met had a body like this. He abandoned coherent thought as his hips continued to keep pace with hers, their serious rutting suddenly causing the bed frame to collapse underneath them. But they couldn't bring themselves to care. They were entirely too focused on the unbelievable sex.

"Oh god ..." Lady J could feel the knot inside her come undone as she rode she rode him with all of her might. She was surprised that she hadn't crushed his pelvis somewhere through the progress. Her enormous strength would have destroyed an ordinary man. Then again, the man underneath her had proven to be far from ordinary. But it still wouldn't last for much longer.

"Ichigo," she panted, gaining his attention through the intense animal passion. "I'm ... close."

"Me too." He grunted, as he continued slamming into her snatch. He was going crazy. He had never felt anything like this before, but the feeling of drawing close to orgasm was insane. He started fucking her more furiously, driving them both closer to the edge.

Lady J panted furiously, riding her partner in a way that would allow her to cum first so he didn't accidentally unload inside her. She's heard the consequences, and she didn't want to face them. Before long, the pleasure skyrocketed through her and she allowed all of her restraints to just disappear.

"Ichi-kuuun!" She blasted out her silvery juices with a loud cry, her pussy clamping down on him as her silvery juices doused his balls. Reflexively, she jumped off of his before dropping down and wrapping her mountainous tits around his massive cock. Five powerful strokes later, he blasted out a fountain of cum, which she quickly took into her mouth as she wrapped her lips around the head while she continued her titty fuck. After several seconds, she released it and allowed the rest to stain her huge boobs, relishing in the fiery feeling as his hot spunk covered her. After he stopped cumming, she stopped titfucking him, and, slowly but surely, his throbbing mast softened down. For several minutes, the two of them simply laid there, basking in the afterglow.

It was Ichigo who was able to break the silence first. "So ... what now?"

Lady J giggled, grabbing for her top, which was, surprisingly, not actually torn. "Well, I was looking for my partner. We could start there." She grabbed some towels and wiped herself off, handing several to him.

"Good Idea." Ichigo sat up going for his shihakusho as he cleaned himself. "Then we'll work on getting everyone off this island right?"

"Well, yes, but are you sure you want to help us?" the Violet haired bombshell asked, straightening her skirt, before turning to him. "You defeated that duo back there like they were nothing. You could probably leave the island without any help at all, with that kind of power."

"Eh, yeah, but that's not my style." He shrugged. "I'm here now. And I want to do everything I can to help." He turned to her. Looking her in the eye with an earnest look. "If you'll let met..."

The Exter was touched by his offer. There really was no way she was going to refuse the extra assistance anyway. If he was as powerful as she thought, they might be able to take down Welter by the end of the week at longest! And besides ... he was way too much fun to just let go.

"Thank you, Ichigo-kun. You will certainly do wonders here, I can tell." Lady J smiled gratefully. She then took on her infamous sultry gaze. "And when it's over ..." She positioned herself in to his side on all fours, her breasts swinging with every small movement. "I'll have a reward waiting for you."

Well, Ichigo thought, his hormones strengthening his resolve beyond what he ever thought they could have, there was no way Welter was going to be anything more than a smoldering crater now.

Chapter 2: Yang Xiao Long & Raven Branwen (RWBY)

Summary:

After everything they've been through, dealing with the White Fang, catching Roman, and being knee deep in the big festival, you'd think Yang would get some alone time with her boyfriend. But who's to say adding her mother to the mix can't make things even more fun? I'll tell you who didn't say so: Ichigo himself.

Notes:

Yeah, I've actually had this one stored away for a while. It was made as a gift to my friends, inspired by a pretty steamy picture of Yang and Raven. If you know the one I'm talking about, you know where to look.

Also, I feel I should mention there's a chance for some action, where you'll find he has several new spirit powers since this will be a version of him that never lost them, but don'r get your hopes up. It's just a small possibility that seemed worth mentioning.

So yeah! Second upload on the same day!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Sometime during the Vytal Festival

Beacon Academy, Team RWBY Dormitory

The young couple burst through the door into the room, a passionate lip-lock between them as they stumbled over to Yang's bed. Her plump breasts rose and fell, their faces flush as they pulled away from each other, and looked adoringly into one another's eyes.

"I missed you." He breathed out huskily. He let let his hands thread through her long, untamed hair. He was the only one ever allowed to do this, and he did not take such a privilege lightly.

They hadn't had opportunities for alone time together since going out on missions, but now was the perfect chance. Blake was in the library as usual, Ruby was gorging herself on the stands at the fairgrounds, Weiss was polishing her moves for the next round, and JNPR was getting ready for their own round. It was the perfect opportunity, and they were going to make the fucking most of it. Yang's words, not Ichigo's.

Yang laughed breathlessly. "Then show me, big boy~." She guided him over to the lower bunk as he sat down. She followed by straddling and pulling him in for another deep kiss. She could feel his thick erection wedged between her cheeks as she let their tongues drape around each other, and let out a gasp as he ground it into her. She pulled away again, glancing behind her to see the bulbous head straining out from his pants behind her. Her eyes widened in shock at the thick appendage that could have been part of an arm. "Wow." She looked at him, dead serious. "You could have told me you had a third fist!" Her expression became full-on lustful. "We could have sparred so much sooner~."

The Reaper-slash-hunter chuckled, a deep rumble in his chest. "That's not a bad idea." He let his eyelids drop halfway. "We could've tried a new kind of arm-wrestling."

He really couldn't stand those puns, even when she told them, but the laughter out of her lips made it totally worth it.

She let her focus fall back on him, voice low and husky as she cupped his face. "... Nothing stopping us now. Why Wait?"

She pushed him down, a hungry grin on her face as she tore off his shirt- almost literally torn- and let her gaze wander over his rippling 8-pack abs. Sweat from today's physical trials glistened and traveled down the ridges of his muscles, and she didn't mind pretending to pant like a dog at the sight, a humorous display of her approval. Her calloused hands smoothly traveled up his stomach, appreciating the steel-corded muscles under his tan skin, and dipping her fingers into the ridges between his abs, while he continued to run his fingers through her hair.

She always figured he was muscular, even for a Huntsman in training (she'd mentally undressed him persistently), but nothing compared to their special little moments together, where she's got to see it, where she splayed her fingers across his divinely forged torso, that really made her feel alive. They'd had heavy petting sessions in the past, moments to relieve the sexual tension between them until they were truly ready, but it never got old. This time was different though. They were ready. She moved her grasp up to his pecs, and jokingly gave them a squeeze. "Got some tits of your own, I see."

Okay, that one was actually funny. "Nothing to be proud of. They still don't compare to yours."

"Damn right." She squeezed again. "I like 'em anyway." She bent down again, letting her tongue loll out to lick his abs. She planted small kisses and licks all over his torso, as he moaned quite at the attention. She stuck her tongue in between the space between abs, and dragged it all the way up to his pecs. Her hands moved up to squeeze his biceps as she licked her lips appreciatively, rubbing her breasts into his chest.

Deciding she had appreciated his muscles enough (for now), she moved down to his pants and...

Suddenly, a small vortex of red and black miasma appeared over the door to the room, and Raven Branwen, mask, sword and all.

"Mom?!" Yang gaped for a moment, before she was angry. "What the fuck are you doing here?!"

"I knew I should have taken you with me, Yang." Raven removed her mask, her beautiful face marred into a look ofstark disappointment. "All this time with Tai has left you soft." She let her crimson pits roam over to Ichigo, who did not flinch under her gaze ... Perhaps he was not as pathetic as others. "And now I see you have finally found a mate, and only now are you finally making proper use of him. Do you even know what you're doing?"

Yang didn't falter. "It's none of your business! Now get out of here before I fuck you up for ruining the mood!"

"'The mood'?" The voluptuous rogue raised an unimpressed eyebrow. "Girl, if you can't maintain heated passion regardless of disturbance, you'll have a sad sex life."

"Don't lecture me!" The blonde bombshell snapped. "You don't get to just pop into my life and tell me how to live it! Get! Out!"

Raven ignored her spawn, in favor of letting her gaze wander to the boy, noticing mighty muscle stuffed into a lean frame. Her gaze lingered on his bulge, which somehow hadn't gone down. "Well, at least you have good taste." He was strong, in more ways than one, it was clear. He was so much bigger than Tai. And he was a warrior, unlike the pretenders at this ... school. "And yet you've barely gotten started with him." A young man as fertile as him would've been wasted on her daughter! She had to have him! Now! She sashayed towards him. "It's clear I will have to test him myself."

At that, Yang's eyes went from amethyst to crimson, and the floor has her boot prints in it as she stomped towards her. "Okay, that's it! I'm giving you one last chance to fuck off before I do what I've been waiting to do for years!" Behind her, Ichigo tensed up. He'd left his weapon in his own room, so he only had his hand-to-hand skills. It didn't help that his cock still throbbed, somehow harder than before at Raven's declaration. She was drop dead gorgeous, something Yang was clearly the spitting image of, save for eye and hair color. Her colossal tits were hugged tightly in her clothes, and he could see the definition of her thick thighs beneath her criminally short skirt. She possessed a more experienced aura that demanded absolute obedience, and the way her eyes roamed over him as though he was a feast for her alone left him feeling like he would blow it without a touch.

Raven caught the way the young man's gaze roamed over her body, and smirked, getting a wicked idea. "I'll tell you what, Yang. Since I'm feeling something vaguely comparable to pride, I'll make you a deal."

Yang's flames dimmed for a moment, as she cocked an eye in interest.

"If 'you're' man here can satisfy us both, I'll let you keep him. Otherwise ... he comes with me. I'll make him a far more exceptional mate than if he were left with you."

Now, any rational person would have screeched something discordant, resembling "fuck no," and contacted the authorities, her fellow hunters, or the staff who were veteran hunters to chase this sociopathic woman off. But this was Yang Xiao Long. She was reckless, had a sense of humor only she was amused by, took on killers for fun, and above all else, hated her mother to unprecedented standards. And now she was presented with an opportunity to get her to intrude less?

"Your on."

And that was how Ichigo found himself on Yang's bunk, moved from on top of Blake's, moved so his head pressed against the wall.

"No throwing your head back." Raven said matter-of-factly. "I want you to see everything that happens."

Yang knew she had to make the first move. Quickly, but not hastily, she threw off her jacket, pulled down her skirt, removed her flats, and flung her top off, letting her full round tits flail out.

Oh.

No underwear.

Ichigo let himself scan Yang, from her huge firm breasts which stood high and pert, to her flat stomach, covered by her own set of solid, angry abs. Her arms, too, bulged with the slightest flex as she placed her hands on her hips, and he admired her wide hips and strong, hefty thighs as he saw the barest hint of her rear from the front. As he'd expected from her, she had a blonde patch of curls covering the view of her golden entrance.

Raven scoffed, before taking her sword out, and in a blur, her clothes fell in tatters around her. Her own mammoth mammaries gave a hearty bounce as they sprang free from their cloth confines. The woman had a body that looked like it had been carved out of marble. Her arms were thin, only slightly more so than Yang's, but no less firm. Her nipples stood at attention, and her titanic bust didn't sag in the slightest. He should at least treat to focus on more of her, but really, he could only stare in awe of her giant tits, feeling himself pulse like a jackhammer. How were they so perky when they had to be so heavy?

Not wasting time, Yang strutted forward to make the first move to pick up where she left off. She dropped down and came face to face with the ridiculous bulge in between his legs. The poor thing looked like it was trying to break out. She pulled his pants and boxers down, and his dick smacked her in the face.

She gawked openly at it. She had felt it through cloth, and ground against it, but ... God, how did she never notice?

Her boyfriends cock was massive! His testicles pulsed and his length wobbled back in forth trying to stay up straight. It had to be as thick as her own muscled arm - She held her arm next to it... it was! - and was somehow longer. Her forearm was about Thirteen inches long, and it stood even about that by ... "Jeez Ichigo, F-fifteen inches? I guess now we know the reason for your name's third meaning." (1) She laughed, hoping she didn't sound nervous. Holy shit, that thing was going inside her. She pulled his pants off of him completely with his shoes.

Raven rolled her eyes behind them, and tossed her hair causing her tits to jiggle.

That being said, never let it be said that Yang knew all that well the typical measurements. If she had really been a more devoted mathematician, she'd know it wasn't as big as she thought; it was bigger. But she'd find that out the hard way.

Putting on a seductive smile, and managing to ignore Raven, she pulled her plump breasts apart and wrapped them around the head of his thick cock. The reaper could only moan as his cock was smothering in the plush embrace of Yang's surprisingly soft tits. He tried not to squirm too much as he let the warm embrace of her valley consume his mind, her breasts beginning to shift down, travelling to the base of his length. They were there for a moment, letting his throbbing balls rest on her underboobs, before she moved upwards, her pace having suddenly quickened, as the pulsing veins of his cock throbbed harder at the special attention.

Yang grinned at Ichigo over her tits as she worked her girls up and down, gradually going faster with each shift up and down. "You like my titties?" She took gratification in the breathless look on his face. "Say it, baby. You know you like my titties." She really hoped so. His cock was so big, she was struggling to wrap them around his lead-pipe cock. Traveling up and down them was a journey, and she could feel her tits starting to get sore.

"I...," He had no reason to deny her. Why not let her know just how much he loved all of her. He looked her dead in the eye, his brown orbs smoldering. His hands went up to her tits squeezing them tighter around his shaft. No reason to leave her to do all the work. "I love your titties, Yang." His voice was low and husky, as he began to jerk his hips up into her awaiting cleavage. "You know I just want by cock buried in those luscious tits." He'd never paid as much attention to the sexual side of relationships as other teens, but he figured Yang would be the type who appreciated dirty talk.

"And you're gonna get it too." She held nothing back, shifting her bountiful tits up his big, hard cock like she would've get another chance while his hips thrashed madly in a change to up the euphoria. "God, your cock is so huge! I'm gonna make sure it gets the treatment it deserves." Her head rolled back as she let the warmth of this fat dick overtake her mind.

Ichigo couldn't help but remember they weren't the only ones here, letting his eye wander over to Raven. He was met with the delightful sight of her still buck-naked, with her arms crossed under her bust, her huge nipples just begging to be sucked on. Jesus, he hoped Yang didn't figure out why he suddenly started pounding her tits harder.

Ichigo felt a familiar pulse in his nuts, a sign that he was nearing his limit. "Gonna cum." He breathed out. "Gonna come all over you."

"Cover my tits!" Yang all but ordered. "Paint me with your thick cum, motherfucker!" That may or may not have been a pun. Let's not look too deep into it.

She got her wish: with a final mighty thrust of his hips, Ichigo's jizz sprayed in a fountain all over Yang, who released a hold on her twins to take a step back and bathe in his white, creamy substance. The orgasm lasted for several seconds before Ichigo let his hips drop and he panted heavily as cum continue to roll down his dick. His erection did not waver.

"Amateur work." Raven walked over to them, apparently deciding it was her turn. Wierd, even contending with her daughter, she felt like lecturing her. "You didn't lubricate his cock first. The friction made it harder to enjoy to the fullest, and the pace of your tits hardly picked up the pace through the whole thing." She turned her attention to him. Her tone of voice addressing him was completely unlike what he'd been expecting from her, especially with the very little that Yang had been willow to tell him,.and what he'd seen just now. "Don't worry, stud. You'll get treatment from a real woman~." She took his still-sensitive member in a feather-light grasp, drawing a gasp from his throat. Her eyes scanned over his spunk-covered cock. "~I've never see one so big before~." Her next move surprised him; taking the head of his cock in between her full lips, and suddenly gave the base a light squeeze. He could through his head back, still, so he was witness to everything as Raven smoothly took the first three inches into her mouth without a single choke. Her hands were at work right away, stroking his length up and downstairs in a double handjob. Her fingers brushed up against the more pronounced veins on his length as she continued to suck his cock. He could feel precum drip from his head, only to immediately get slurped down into her steaming orifice. And she didn't stop there. Ichigo was fully lucid, even in the haze of nirvana-inducing pleasure, as the infamous Raven Branwen continued to take more and more of his enormous cock down her throat, with no audible choking noises. And then she slid down until she had taken him the base, and then managed to choke a bit. It was over too soon though, for as soon as she had reached the base, she release his cock with an audible *pop*.

"~There~." She licked her lips. "~Now we're ready~." This was how you got a titfuck. She would have him, and she wouldn't even have to go all the way. Not that that would stop her. She held them up, her hands almost disappearing into the doughy underboob flesh, as if offering them. "You want these, don't you?"

Ichigo was compelled to reply. "Y-yes."

Raven did not have any hesitation. "You want to fuck my tits, don't you boy?"

"I ... I really want them. To fuck them until my cock is numb." He really did. I mean, who could blame him?

"You want these more than anything else right now?" Just a little push...

"Yes ...!"

"Even my daughter's?"

"..."

"... Hmm. Still indecisive. I suppose I'll just have to show you what they're like."

She lifted her tits higher than any push-up bra, positioned them over the head of his slicked, throbbing length, and lowered them around it. This was it. This was nirvana. His maddeningly hard, pulsating cock was nearly swallowed by her bouncing bodacious bosoms!

She wrapped an arm around her bust, squeezing them on his shaft. Her copious tits spilled out of her firm, toned arms as she shifted them up and down on his writhing cock, practically begging to be crushed under the weight of this bra-busting, pillow-plush, man-milking mammaries!

This time, Ichigo wasted no time in jerking his hips up and down

"Oooh. It's so hot~." Raven cooed as Ichigo's head poked out from her cavernous cleavage every time her breasts shifted downwards. "You're cock is so long. Finally, a man's length truly worthy of my tits. You're going to get exactly the titfuck you deserve. And more, once you're mine."

Yang's was more than a little jealous, the way her mother seemed to be holding her man in the palm of her tits! It was infuriating! She bent over her mother, breasts dangling as she tried to get closer to him. "Mine felt good, right?" Yang urged, chafing at the sight of her boyfriend moaning with his cock wedge between her estranged mother's tits.

Raven wasn't having it. "But mine feel amazing~" She crooned. She planted a French kiss on the head as it poked out of her tight titty-tunnel. She took the head of his prick past her lips, and proceeded to suck while her titanic titans were at work. A particularly sharp buck from her newest toy sent it a little deeper in than she was ready for at first. She quickly met it with her head bobbed back and forth, letting her tongue run over the part of his cock her mouth was afforded.

Ichigo couldn't take it. He simply could not handle it. An experienced, mature woman was giving him a godly titjob and sucking as much of his cock as was left. As he came with a loud cry, drool leaking out of the corners of his mouth, he knew it was all he could do.

Yang had had more than enough of this bullshit. It was time for the main event. "That's it!" She barked, getting both people's attention as she stomped over to him, semblance activating prematurely as small flames burst out from her. Ichigo immediately knew that her strengths just shot up - including in her hips- and there was only one thing that could come of such a thing: pelvis-crushing animal passions. She mounted him in a single smooth motion, and with a full slam of her hips, Ichigo found his entire length slamming into her cunt.

"Ohhhhhhh, fuck!"

Her life of arduous training had long since torn her hymen. It didn't make taking his size any easier. She could feel it stretch her out thickness-wise, and it's length absolutely stuffed her. The tight cords of her abs clenched as hard as her teeth as she began to work her hips up and down on not-so-little Ichigo.

This was so much better than getting eaten out. So, so much. His cock filled her pussy out so much better than his tongue could ever hope to live up to. The small, bumpy pink organ had felt hot against her slit, and slithered delightfully into her pink caverns when he was eating her out. That didn't compare to this. She didn't know if anything less than his cock would ever do it for her ever again. Her eyes rolled up into her head. If his tongue felt hot, his cock was a volcano ready to erupt.

She wasn't the only one. Ichigo gasped as her powerful thrusts slammed her mighty hips that would have absolutely crushed any other man. Instinctively l, he activated his blut vene, allowing him to think just straight enough that he was aware of this mind-numbing pleasure. He was just sitting there! He had to act! He grabbed ahold of her hips, adding on to the immense sexual force as she slammed down onto his cock with strength several times that of the mightiest of mortals. Neither of them even paid any attention as the bed beneath them collapsed under their unbelievable sexual power. The wooden legs never stood a chance as they snapped in half and splintered all over the floor.

The bodacious blonde pulled him in for a searing kiss as he thrust into her, biting down in her fury; at her mom(?); for showing up uninvited and making her man hungry for her; her man, for not even trying to resist; and herself, for letting herself be involved in this fucking insanity. Every single one of those thoughts made her angrier and caused her to thrust down onto Ichigo's cock as she finally pulled away from the kiss, a saliva strin connecting them, and turned to her mother's with righteous fury while her fist was still around Ichigo's neck.

"This is my cock! You understand me?" She turned to look at him, and looked her dead in the eye. "Mine!" The message was clear. This was a mating process solely for them. This third party was only her by her permission, and he was not to forget that. G-spot strike. "Ohhhh fuck!" She could feel her maidemaiden womb stretch out as her durability took on a test unlike any other.

Ichigo stood up from the bed, Yang still riding hard and fast, and then stood up to fuck her deep. His hands moved to cup her ass as she bounced up and down, suspended by his cock. This was his own response to her firm declaration. This was total devotion to her, in the act of mating. Her full bust bounced in his face as he struck her in a place only a man could reach.

Were his thrusts actually getting harder, or was that her mind going blank?

He pulled his face out of her tits to lock eyes with her with that stupid adorable caring look. "You're so tight. Just for me. I love you so much!" Oum, how was he making his romantic shit sound like dirty talk?

She pulled him into another kiss before putting his head back in her tits where it belonged. "Goddamn it! If you love me so much then shut up and don't stop fucking me!"

Raven, who was waiting for her turn, was rubbing herself to the sight of her daughter's crushing fuck. She was finally getting serious about it, using her strength to fuck a man who could take her full strength. She let one hand come up from her sopping cavern to grasp at her wobbling wiggly tit, pulling at one of her thick nipples to try and stimulate herself until it was her time. Now that she thought about it, Yang's thrusts were... She was starting to feel a bit intimidated. The raw power would snap a man in half like a twig! And her mate was taking it head on, cock enduring and all! She grit her teeth as the squished her boob harder, and sent her fingers knuckle deep. She'd just have to out-experience them.

The pair of them still deep in each other as they continued their carryfuck. "Uhhhh! Oh!" Yang continued to moan like a bitch as her lover sank into her cunt over and over, without a single sign of slowing down. "Oh fuck, you're cock is so fucking fat! I don't care if she wants it! I'm never letting her take it!"

And neither would he. It was a good thing her semblance activated. The pure power of this fucking was something he doubted would be matched by any thing else. An appropriately powerful pulse ran through his length as he rammed into her like a beast. "Oh fuck, Yang!" He moaned, clenching his eyes shut. "I think I might cum soon!"

"Inside me!" She demanded, her ass jiggling. "Paint my insides! Fill my cunt passed the brim! I'll take a pill later! Just make it clear to this bitch you're mine, or I'm never getting off this cock!"

A few thrusts later, and a screech from Yang confirmed a hearty orgasm, with just half a second for Ichigo to register the clenching of her cunt muscles before every pleasurable sensation he had felt exploded from inside him as he came with a groan. Even as their orgasms subsided, he thrust into her several more times before allowing himself to slump back onto the bed. Well, most of himself.

Yang was on the ground, breasts heaving and tongue lolled out as she took deep breaths to steady herself from her mind-blowing first time. Her legs quivered slightly as she let her hands drift to her cunt, which was running like a faucet as it leaked juices, both hers and his.

Drawing from his vast energy reserves, Ichigo was quickly breathing, standing on both legs, eyes closed and throbbing cock at the ready. Yang stared at his horsedick and remembered she had to let her bitch mom go next and prove who it belonged to. It was the only thing keeping her from pouncing right there and then. That, and she was still just a little bit winded.

Raven grit her teeth as she let her horny mind race for a way to prove she could satisfy him better. No matter, it was her turn to-

In a blur of movement, Raven Brain suddenly found herself on her back, hands above her head in a hand that held strength that exceeded hers by a margin that shouldn't have been possible. She looked up to see Ichigo's eyes l, now opened, were a pitch black with sclera of a predatory yellow were glaring at her with a monstrous grin while his other hand was at work, three fingers into her slit.

"Too slow, little blackbird." His voice had become warped and sinister, and she could not listen to anything else as he spoke. "Your little girl stomped over too slow for my taste, but at least she was decisive. You didn't even know what you were going to do except move in on a cock you barely earned. Now just sit tight and stay on the ground like a good little piece of prey."

Raven's typical rants of righteous fury were cut all too short and replaced by a howl of pleasure as the changed boy all but chomped on her right breast, slathering her nipple with his suddenly much slimier tongue. His free hand moved out of her cunt and moved to grope her free breast. It proved a satisfying endeavor, if fruitless, as Raven's knocker spilled out from his hand, far too much fatty breast to be contained by even his powerful palm.

Raven squirmed in his grasp as this boy - no, this man- pinned her with what seemed to be a fraction of his truest effort! She was completely unused to this role. So it's no way she answered it with:

"G-get off, brat, and-"

His titty-gripping hand released it's grip and came down hard on her ass.

"Getting off is exactly what we're gonna do." He replied cheekily. He gripped his cock and placed its head teasingly at her velvety caves, forcing a teased whine out of her unaccompanied by and further noises as she bit down on her lip in a desperation move. Placing his free hand on the ground, Ichigo pulled his hips back and thrusted straight into Raven's core.

Words failed Raven spectacularly as the first inch practically set her pussy on fire, the bulbous head practically molten against her puffy lips. The first three inches of cock were when she really began to stretch. The rest was lost to her as the young death god's burly cock stretched her wider open than she had ever been in her life and his balls rested against her ass, her lust bursting into flames of satisfaction. She almost came right then and there.

"Ggguuuuuhhhh!" Her tongue lolled out of her as Ichigo's beast of a dick entered her. Clearly, it had been longer than she'd thought.

And for those of you wondering whether I mean the time since her last good fuck or the length of this young man's cock, yes.

She got no reprieve as Ichigo full length immediately slid out of her, and remained as such for a few moments. Raven squirmed some more and whined again at the emptiness, before Ichigo quickened impaled her again, apparently satisfied with that much. Not very sadistic, in the opinion of the last coherent part of her mind. Not nearly as much as the way his dick immediately botomed her out and stretched her womb to it's limits.

The stud showed no mercy as he continued to ram into Raven's starved cunt with enough force to shove a truck and at the pace of a jackhammer. With every hard fuck he molded her further into his own shape, ruining her for any man who would prove lesser. And he was a young man yet! With time he would grow and improve, and then even this would eventually seem to be little more than a distant, but pleasurable, memory. These were the thoughts that overtook Raven's mind as mind-numbing pleasure overtook her, brought to her. Him, a young man who, within the same hour, had supposedly been a virgin barely touched, and was now pistoning away at her grown pussy, with seemingly nothing but his pure instincts. She was closer to the truth than she realized. Ever since Ichigo had made peace with the real Zangetsu, he had learned how to merge consciousnesses with him in moments calling for pure instinct. Now was obviously such a time, when he found himself needing to dive into a lush, MILF cunt and dominate it, to keep from being captured, and sexed on someone else's terms.

Nearby, Yang was close to use her whole damned hand to rub at her cunt, juices dripping and her tongue still hanging from her grinning mouth at the sight of her lover taking her mother in a violent, almost hateful manner. Her cheeks flushed, she continued to rub herself as she began to drive her fourth finger into her hungry snatch. Her chest heaved with her erratic breaths, her second hand to squeeze her round breast, moaning at the substitution of true pleasure.

Over with the pair, Ichigo had let go of Raven's hands, no longer finding it necessary. He found his judgement hold true, as the only harm she did him was as she clawed onto him for dear life between howls of pleasure, her bountiful bust rubbing against his pecs, the clap of her jiggling ass cheeks as Ichigo's cock drove deep into the deepest part of her cavern.

He's ... stretching my womb out! She barely registered the strike on her G-spot as Ichigo's mighty fucking sent her eyes rolling back, and she began to pant like a bitch, tongue hanging and all. At this rate I could get pregnant again! I need to remember my contraceptives as soon as I get back to the camp! Her thoughts were few and fading otherwise. She could only feel the thick, iron-hard cock mold her cunt for itself; the warm churn of his heavy balls, loads of cum ready to dump at the body's first order. Her large titties pressed almost flat against his iron torso, her nips rubbing as though their friction could start a fire. This was mating, pure and simple, and right now she belonged to this male.

The pleasure was all she knew, and it was that of her brand new stud. She had to have him! Even if it meant she looked desperate! She would look back on these thoughts and realize how desperate she was, that the pleasure was just that much for her ever handle.

Ichigo let the sweat roll don't his back, as he let his hans travel to her tits. He lifted them upwards and moved them in circles while still maintaining enough focus to ram into her with full force, he looked back at his girlfriend, grinning at the sight of her trying to plant her fist into her caverns, only getting her knuckles in. She looks over to him, in time to see him lick his lips and wink at her, his other eyebrow raised. The sight and connotations of which caused the lust-addled girl to jerk, and suddenly gasp at successfully fisting hero for the first time. Internally chuckling to himself, he continued to slam his hips into the moaning Raven Branwen, who was now letting the noises leave her smooth lips freely and shamelessly.

Ichigo suddenly felt the same feeling as before, his cock pulsing,.prodded him to speed up. "Yang," he called over to the blonde buxom tank, managing to get her attention which she was halfway through fisting herself. "I'm about to cum. Where should I do it on her?"

Yang managed to become coherent enough to hear a fire in her voice, he could hear her shuffle over to him, and he felt her firm mounds pressed into his back, as she whispered her desires huskily into his ear. "Cum inside her." Yang demanded, a fire in her eyes. "Show her what I'm getting for the rest of my days, right before you cut her off from it." The idea, and her boobs on his back, drove Ichigo to pump into her faster, ready to spray paint her insides white. Eventually, the dizzying pressure had built up to its peak, and he couldn't hold out anymore, and he came.

And Ichigo came hard, with what could have very well been a roar. He blasted Raven's vulnerable womb with his latest batch of spunk, giving the ravenett a steaming hit creampie. Yang moaned as she squirted all over the carpet floor, managing to push herself to a sustaining orgasm as her body spasmed in ecstasy. Raven cooed as her hole was plugged with thick, chunky man-seed. Ichigo release his grip on her as his arms turned to jelly and he fell onto, planted face first into her ripe, sweaty tits. The three of them panting in orgasmic bliss.

Raven lay there, Ichigo slumped on top of her while Yang panted from her own spot on the floor. Ichigo found the strength to sit up straight, and Raven managed to prop herself up onto her elbows.

"Not bad," she tried to demean him, she really did, but she couldn't stop what she truly thought, not even her pride could manage it, ", young man. I like what you could do with a little more ... experience."

"Who said we were done?" He lifted her off the ground.

She managed a shaky grin. "I like that even more."

"Whoa Whoa Whoa!" Yang cut in. "It's my turn now! She got her round!"

Hours Later

The three of them lay there, panting and covered in one another. Ichigo's sclera had returned to normal after a while, his instincts having played their part.

"Well," Raven tried to sit up straight, look dignified, "that was more fun than I've had in a long time." She turned to face them directly, smirking as she believed herself to know the victor. "Come along, now, young man. I think we all know you like my pussy more than-"

"Wrong."

"...Excuse me?"

Ichigo sat up straight himself, wincing at every spike of pain in his hips and nether parts. He reached out for Yang and cradled her nude upper body in his sweaty arms. "Yang was phenomenal. After she fucked angry, I couldn't feel anything else. You lost."

Yang broke out of her fuck-stupor to grin smugly At her mother, even sticking her tongue out for a moment.

"I think you should go now." Ichigo said crisply. The two of them stared intensely at the nude, powerful, and apparently out-fucked Raven Branwen.

Raven grit her teeth and stood up, wobbling with her worn-out holes. "Don't think this will be the last time I come, Yang!" Raven promised, though it fell flat as she shuddered as she stood. "The next time, you and your... mate will be mine!" She was confident. He had been talking to her tits the end time. There wasn't a doubt in her mind he wanted as much of her as he could get. She'd cum again alright. This wasn't over.

And so, Raven Branwen limped through a portal completely nude, and covered in a man's fluids.

Yang almost seemed thoughtful. "You know..."

"You know...?" Ichigo parroted.

"I'm thinking... the next time I see her ... might not be as totally awful."

He sighed. "Only you, Yang."

Notes:

(1) Fun Fact: The kanji for Ichigo's name has three meanings:

The first is strawberry, which is why people use that insult on him.

The second is where "Ichi" means "one" while "go" means "protect," this is the one people know him by, and it i the name he defines his life by.

The last one, which I am referencing, is where "ichi" still means one, and "go" translates to "five." These kanji coming together translate to "fifteen." It's actually the reason he wears shirts with the number 15 on them from time, and has it on his bedroom door.

Chapter 3: Haruko, Kodama, Inaho (Maken-ki! pt1)

Summary:

Ichigo's great gifts extend far beyond massive power. This massive gift is one for all of Tenbi's finest, for letting him enjoy their company. Turns out they enjoy his, too.

Notes:

I could have done all of the girls at once, but now's not the time to explode your libidos. That comes later. Yes, Ichigo is basically taking Takeru's place, you'll find. Tell me he's not more deserving of it.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

After the war, life was... He almost wanted to say perfect. Cliche as it sounded, there really was no such thing. But this was definitely what people felt when they wanted to use the word.

Right after it had ended, which was when Ywhach had just died, apparently running him through with Zangetsu had allowed him to take his robbed powers back. He and his friends and family left the soul society without a word to anyone else, deciding to leave them to clean up their own shit. He spent the next month visiting the Urahara Shoten, exploring the vast possibilities of his new powers, but he dedicated most of his training time to finally polishing his unrefined control over his spirit energy. He was finally able to walk around with his spiritual pressure in check. You almost couldn't tell he was anything more than a simple human

At the end of that month, Isshin had informed the family that he was transferring to Tenbi Academy. Apparently moving away from the spiritually infested town to another school was supposed to be a semi-vacation for Ichigo, who had earned it after all the shit he'd gone through for the Soul Society's sake. Ichigo didn't bother asking who would look after the town. His friends and Urahara's lovable (he admitted begrudgingly) peanut gallery were more than enough.

Too late Ichigo had found out one little detail his father had clearly neglected: Tenbi was an all-girls school that had turned co-ed just that year!

Chivalrous though he may have been, Ichigo didn't trust himself to behave, ever since he'd come to understand that White Zangetsu was a part of him. That guy always followed his instinctual desires! Fighting to prove dominance, eating to survive, sleeping to recover ... even the more "fun" instincts! What did that say about him?

But even among the beautiful strangers, Ichigo had run into an old friend he thought he'd never see again.

Haruko Amaya. Her father had owned the dojo that he and Tatsuki had originally gone to. The three of them had been inseparable, and Ichigo was not ashamed to admit that the tenacious, hard-working girl he'd known back then was his first crush. Then her family moved away and never came back.

But then she stood before him, and he found that she was the same kind, protective girl he'd always known. And she was more beautiful than he could have ever imagined. Almost as tall as he was, pale skin, glistening blue eyes and long violet hair in a high ponytail on the left-back side tied in a red ribbon. And her voluptuous figure, which could even draw envy from Rangiku as far as he was concerned.

The reunion was as sweet and tear-filled as either of them could be ready for. She'd apparently wanted to talk to him the instant he had been announced among the new students. Of course, before that he'd had to duel a prissy petite girl with blonde pigtails named Kodama Himegami who'd decided to pick a fight.

And that was how Ichigo found out neglected detail number two: Tenbi was a sort of sanctuary for wielders of spiritual tools called Maken. Fights were astonishingly common, and it was because of this that Maken-ki was born, a security division against rogue users of these fullbring-like devices. Haruko was a member, he would later learn, and their reunion happened right after she had tried to step in and help him, though it ended up unnecessary. Kodama had tried to attack him with her control over the elements (if he understood it correctly), but Ichigo, who was now able to make use of his spiritual powers within his human body, handily dispatched the admittedly tough girl. A Bakudo here, a few Hakuda strikes there, and he suddenly he had apparently become one of the most sought-after opponents in the academy.

On the plus side, he found another girl who knew and remembered him: Inaho Kushiya. She was a rather adorable girl with brown hair that went just to her chin, and matching brown eyes. She was notably shorter than Haruko and not nearly as curvy, but she still had a body a first year would kill for. And she apparently still carried a torch for him. They's met once as children, when a younger Ichigo defended her from her own father in an outdoor training session gone wrong. His lack of hesitation to keep her from harm had touched her heart, and she'd sworn she would marry him when they were older. Upon their own reunion, Ichigo remembered her promise with awkward uncertainty, but he could tell she had a lot of love to give. So he swore to her he would do his fullest to find it in him to return her immense affections for him.

...Mmmaybe he should've considered that he was basically declaring himself her boyfriend and fiancee right then and there. But it would work out in the end, much better than anyone would realize.

He joined Maken-ki, deciding he couldn't simply stand by when he had a chance to help resolve conflicts on campus! Inaho joined with him, and Kodama turned out to be a member. And better yet, he found that the blonde wasn't a bad person, just bad a feelings, as the saying went. Ichigo was immediately wiping the floor with his opponents, and after being there three months without a defeat, or even a challenge, was decidedly the most powerful person on campus, teachers and staff included; someone who didn't even wield a Maken! The occasional challenger arrived, but Ichigo was quite satisfied to find merely arriving to the scene ended the the conflicts peacefully. They were simply too afraid to face him.

Unfortunately, even with genuine friends by his side and a healthy distraction, Ichigo's fears that he would notice the female-major student body around him ended up coming true. Because many of the members of Maken-ki, were some of the most beautiful girls in the entire academy, more beautiful than many of the grown supernatural women he'd met across other worlds. With so many astonishingly beautiful girls surrounding him everywhere he went, the devil on his on his shoulder whispered brand new twisted ideas into his ear, getting louder with every passing day.

And then he listened.

Well, he didn't quite listen, so much as he went into a relationship to hopefully make him talk less in the hopes that moving toward that goal would shut his more rambunctious zanpakuto spirit up. That, and it seemed that the spark he'd felt with Haruko returned with a vengeance after all these years. He was rewarded in working up the courage to ask her out. He didn't want to rush anything if it wasn't what she wanted.

None of them were prepared to want each other after the first three weeks together. But ohhhhh, did they go with it. It didn't stop with that one night. They did it often after that. Oh sure, they cuddled here, ate out there, and saw the occasional matinee, but most of their romantic outings ended with them making love, which believe it or not Ichigo believed it be poignant for them to call it.

And then Haruko brought up the outrageous idea to bring their dorm mates Inaho and Kodama in on it.

Ichigo wanted to laugh, but the way she followed it up with a glare as if daring him to, told him she was dead-serious right away. He admitted being attracted to them, but doubted the chances when they were together, in whatever sense. Kodama agreed, whereas Inaho seemed to want to agree, but looked uncertain.

It took no small amount of coaxing to convince the two of them to be at their dorm at seven where the fun would begin. And that was how Inaho Kushiya and Kodama Himegami standing before the couple as they embraced each other, kissing passionately.

The two watched, only slightly uncomfortable as the couple stood before them, Haruko pressing herself into her boyfriend while they made out. Kodama rubbed her thighs together as she watched the exchange of saliva between the two of them, while Inaho watched unabashedly, almost humping her own hand to quell the fire lit between her legs. She had been jealous to the point of nearly crying when she'd learned about their relationship and how quickly it had moved along, but now all she could think about was how good it would feel when her long lost love made it up to her.

Haruko moved behind Ichigo, his front to the two voyeurs. They could see the heaving musculature underneath his tight shirt as he took huge gulps of hair from the passionate make-out, even as she planted little kisses and nibbles on his neck, her hands moved down his torso and to his belt. It was then that they realized just what was being offered to them as they stared at the protrusion in his jeans. It was very clearly outlined against the fairly sturdy material, pulsing veins and all, a clear sign of its strength, if not just its size.

"It's so big!" Inaho crowed as she stared.

Haruko fondled his prominent erection through his pants, her eyes on them as they stared at her boyfriend's gift. She smiled at them. "It really is." She stopped to dip her hand directly into his pants, and he groaned as she fondled him. "So what about it, girls? You want in?"

"Yes!" Inaho didn't hesitate.

"I-I suppose, since I can't really leave." Kodama tried to seem indifferent, but it fell flat when her face was red and her eyes were fixated on the throbbing glory waiting to be unleashed.

"Okay." The busty Murakumo user turned her attention to the petite girl. "Kodama, you go first. You seem nervous, and I don't want there being any tension."

Inaho pouted as Kodama tried to sputter out a denial, but the normally haughty girl relented.

Haruko whispered something into Ichigo's ear and he smiled. He reached down and pulled his shirt of, giving them a first-class view of his perfectly sculpted 10-pack abs, the tanned skin covering his rippling muscle. Inaho drooled openly while Kodama could only squeak periodically as she drank in his physique, that of a perfect male specimen. And what was Ichigo Kurosaki if not that much?

"So, Kodama," the young man himself finally spoke his peace, "Haruko told me you like the idea of having your pussy eaten out." If Kodama got any redder, he was afraid her head would explode. "Is it true? Do you want me to taste you before we get started?" She was starting to think she was dreaming, as he suddenly got on his hands and knees while Haruko moved to take off his jeans. He moved close to the floor, even as she slipped his pants and boxers off in one smooth pull, and something under him smacked the floor with a very obvious thud. How much of a man could he possibly be? His ... his thing was scraping across the floor and he was unfazed while his brown eyes were just locked on her, waiting for her request! If this was a dream, she'd best make the most of it!

With a red face, the petite blonde manages to stammer out her consent, making an obvious failed attempt at maintaining her assertiveness. "I-I g-g-give you p-p-per-permission to ... eat me out..."

Next thing she knew, she was sitting on her back, the liberating feeling of her panties absent from underneath her skirt as the orange-haired stud slipped them down, her legs clenched together as he tossed them to the side. He didn't complain or urge her to spread them open ... he simply waited for her command. He knew exactly what she liked. She was in charge of him, even if only for as long has Haruko let her be. Slowly, nervously, she opened up her slender legs, revealing her very much soaking womanhood.

He dutifully moved in, only a few inches away from her core. His firm, powerful arms hooked under her thighs, and his tongue poked at her outer pot. It made the feeling so much harder to bear. It was as if a ball of fire had rolled down her front, straight between her legs and then bounced back up. Every lick after that was lost to her, the feeling of his warm, bumpy organ slurping her juices off of her moist flower petal.

His tongue circled her soaked cunt, lapping up every last drop of her juices, cleaning up the entire mess she had made. He took half a second to firmly wrap his lips around

"L-lay on your back, moron!" The green eyed girl meekly commanded, trying hard to stay assertive, even as pleasure seemed to flood her senses. "I wanna see your cock stand up while you eat me out!"

Wordlessly, he obeyed her command, somehow keeping his tongue in her cunt, and she felt it twist against her as he turned around on the floor and planted himself on his back, his cock springing up from being pressed against the floor.

Kodama could only gaped openly at the massive cock pulsing as it stood tall above it's owner. It was huge. No, that was an insult, it was so inaccurate. It was absurd, how large it was. She could be forgiven for thinking it was a messed-up leg. She slightly regretted to say she had seen her fair share of dicks in her time, some admirers who went that extra mile. She would admit to staring at a few above average ones before she sent the creeps flying. But this dwarfed them, made them look laughable next to it. For a moment, she sympathized with him; having that huge thing compressed against the hard floor must have been painful, but he dealt with it like a champion! And she was still gaping. His balls churned prominently at the bottom, huge and heavy.

"It's magnificent isn't it?" Haruko giggled, pulling her shirt off and letting her giant tits free, whiled Inaho drooled from next to her. "Go ahead and feel it while he eats you out. It'll feel great."

Her vision swam as she let her small, shaky hands reach out to touch it while Ichigo licked her pussy like a lollipop. Slowly, she reached out and felt it in her grasp, warm and pulsing with that alien male need; for them; for her. It was hot. And rigid. She unconsciously began stroking it up and down, only bobbing a few inches without reaching even close to his base or his head. She could barely focus on stroking him when he was writing what he registered as the English alphabet on her pussy, quite literally in fact.

Her mind swam as every vein pulsed hungrily under her hand, as she let it glide up, and up, until she felt the mushroom head which throbbed as fiercely as any vein in the thick cock. Didn't he say his father was a doctor? It was better when they were circumcised, right? This thinking was the only thing keeping her from orgasm embarrassingly and passing out right then and there! Her hands traveled down ward-K!-and her hands jerked as he licked another letter in, zipping almost straight down to his hairless crotch. His balls pulsed with-with ... with the stuff ...! Cum! Oh god, did she want it! She watched them churn and throb, and she licked her lips as she wondered what it would feel like, taste like...

"Wow~." Inaho moaned. "He's so good good at pussy eating! I can't wait for my turn!" At this point, the sweet-toothed brunette had pulled her skirt and her panties down, and was openly fingering herself in anticipation, trying to quell the ache while her beloved still-fiancee devoured another woman's pussy.

Being able to think a little more clearly now, but no less pleasured, Kodama began to put more effort into pumping his absurd girth in her dainty hands, a nigh impossible task with a girth that seemed taller than herself; while she sat, of course.

L-let's see how he likes this! Determined to get as much of a reaction as she could out of him, she opened up her mouth, leaned toward the fat head, and wrapped her lips around the throbbing helmet. The taste was salty, and bitter, but she couldn't find it in her to pull away repulsed. She ... wanted to keep going. So she did, shoving her head further down on his thick cock, her hands busy trying to both get a grip and keep stroking him. She shove her head down and found herself not even a quarter of the way down as she gagged on his girth.

"Ooh, your a tough girl." Haruko praised earnestly, rubbing herself out next to Inaho. "Don't worry about getting all the way down for now. You may not be able to tell right now, but he likes what your doing for him, no matter how much of his cock you suck." She turned to Inaho, who was desperately rubbing herself harder and harder trying to quell the ache. The violet haired girl leaned over to whisper softly in her ear. "Inaho, why don't you join her? You seem more than ready to me and I don't want you to feel left out." She smirked to herself, knowing what advice to give her. "Ichi is really into tit-fucks. Why not do something Kodama can't?"

Inaho perked up at this, before smothering Haruko in a hug. "Oh thank you Haruko! I promise I'll make sure he likes it!" She dutifully pulled her shirt off, her bra soon following. Her big, full, round, perky tits where now free for all the world to see. Ichigo was her world, though, so they'd only be a sight for him. She crawled over to him and placed herself between her love's legs, Inaho still busy working on sucking him off. Not for the first time, Inaho marveled at how big he was. "It's so much bigger than I've ever imagined~." She cupped her tits, holding them out as if in offering. "I know by boobs aren't as big as Haruko's but please fuck them as hard as you can!"

Ichigo paused from eating Kodama out to look at her. "What are you talking about?" He gave her a look dead-serious. "Your tits are still plenty. So many girls wish they had tits these luscious."

"Really?" It was adorable the way her eyes sparkled from the admittedly dirty praise. "Yay! Then I won't disappoint you!" She eagerly wrapped her tits around the part of the shaft just above the base, where his swollen soccer-sized balls kept her from going quite all the way. It was telling that his cock was so massive it could be describe in locations, Inaho thought, as she worked her tits up Ichigo's length.

Ichigo meant completely what he'd said to Inaho. Her tit's might not have been as massive as Haruko's, but they were delightfully soft, just like the rest of her outer form, which was a fascinating contrast to the strength that Ichigo had seen from her and the many other girls of Maken-ki. Ichigo had a thing for fit girls, he had once confided in her while he and Haruko were spooning, his hand on where her abs would show if not for her healthy layer of fat. He didn't need it to be raging muscle without softness, he just appreciated a woman who was clearly in good shape, whether it showed or not.

He pushed his hips upward, his cock going further into Inaho's plush titties, their sweet pink nipples standing at attention. His tongue practically draped the walls of Kodama's sweetness, as the thrust upward into the sweet embrace of Inaho's velvety-soft tits. He hadn't forgotten about Kodama's first-rate pussy either, draped in between her soft thighs. She tasted like juniper berries, he noted taking another slurp of her wetness. One of his arms came free from holding a leg, and pinched her rosy red button between his thumb and index finger. He took delight in the way she cried out above him at that one, especially since moaning into his cock sent the pleasure straight back to him.

Kodama felt hot. Like, burning, feverish, ready to explode, -W!- and in more ways than one. With a pop, she mournfully removed her mouthful of cock, and reaching to the sides of her head, and missing several times, she pulled out her beaded hair ties and shook her blonde pigtails loose, letting it drape down her back. She then pulled off her shirt, showing that she was bra-less, and justly so. But her tits, while nonexistent, were by far the cutest Ichigo could have ever seen, if she wasn't currently grinding her pussy on his face as he put three fingers in her honey hole.

Inaho's boobs continued to journey up and down Ichigo's titanic cock, licking it's sides as she traveled up, and lining it with cute kisses as she dragged her busty-musties down. Wow, this was a lot of work. But it was really fun! And she could hear Ichigo's gratified moans while he played with Kodama's pussy, and feel the pulse of his big cock's veins as she moved up and down the sides. Her tits felt really sore, though.

Well, they were quite promptly rewarded when his cock pulsed quicker and quicker until it blasted buckets of cum all over the two of them. Rope after rope of thick, sticky substance covered their faces and chests, dripping down and covering them in his white seed. Kodama came too, a mind-numbing orgasm after getting first-class pussy treatment. Her thighs trembled fiercely as Ichigo opened his mouth up for her juices to spray straight down his gullet.

Haruko crawled to Ichigo's side and caught several dollops expertly, licking her lips as his orgasm still continued, spilling over the slopes of Inaho's breasts. Kodama managed to follow Kodama's example and catch some in her mouth, finding it's musky flavor far tastier than before. It awoke something deep inside her. A basic, feral something that was about to rear it's head.

"Well that was a good start." Haruko commented, as Ichigo pushed himself off his back. She looked over to the now bare blonde. "Kodama, you should go first. Ichi's rather rough after the first time and..." You're rather tight. That was a pointless worry. She wouldn't be so tight soon enough, no matter what pace was gone. And it would be hard to maintain control, which she assumed she wanted.

Boy, was she going to find out.

Kodama jumped and pinned Ichigo back to the ground, landing on his solid stomach, she ground her ass into his cock, still towering behind him, not looking like it had softened at all (was it somehow harder?). She raised herself just above it, but first...

"Sit up." She requested, no, demanded. She remembered what she wanted, and she was getting it. He complied, sitting up and against the wall for good measure

Kodama plunged herself down onto Ichigo's cock and she screamed outright, tears leaking in her eyes as his prick invaded past the deepest reaches of her insides. It felt as if it was set to tear her in half. She sobbed, the piercing of her hymen not even worth noting in all this unspeakable sensation.

Ichigo planted gentle kisses on her cheeks. "If you want to stop you can just say so. I know it hurts but-"

"No way!" Kodama shrieked in what could have only been pleasure, which shocked Inaho, but not Haruko. She knew exactly what it was like, to have dick so big that it hit every sweet spot, completely numbing the broken barrier. "Whoever said the first time hurts is a fucking liar!" She placed her hands on his broad shoulders and lifted her hips as she got ready to moved as best she could. "If you stop I'm taking your dick with me one way or another, just don't move and let me enjoy this!"

The young man was befuddled by her words, but did not make any motions to disobey her. She began to move again, getting into a rhythm as she shoved herself down and up on on his thick cock. Each time it practically impaled her with its size, and she felt it every time as she took it in and out, not even all the way to the base. Several inches hung below her as she tried to take it in all the way. But she found she couldn't go any further, no matter how hard she tried, no matter how much she willed it, she was getting as much of that cock as she possibly could.

It was then and there that Kodama fully accepted that this was, in fact, not a dream. This entire situation was very much happening, and however consciously, she hoped it happened again.

Haruko decided to take a more active role. "Come here, Inaho." She beckoned the brunette over to where the two of them were now faced with this violently pulsing testicles. "Let's give his balls some love and attention while we wait. If we let Haruko do all the work, she'd never make him cum all on her own."

Inaho blushed, but nodded excitedly. She watched as Haruko planted long, wet kisses on his aching organ, her soft hands gently rubbing the sides of his veiny, pulsing organs and occasionally squeezing. The voluptuous girl planted long, wet, loving kisses all over the wrinkly expanse of his testicles. Buckling down and setting to her task, Inaho began to mirror Haruko's more experienced moves with her own moves. Instead of making out with her own buzzing nut, Inaho sucked on the skin, her soft lips wrapping around different areas of the organ, only stopping every so often she heard a soft groan from her beloved that she knew was associated with her own testicle treatment, and she allowed her hands to roam the swollen organ, but never squeeze.

Ichigo groaned as the petite element user forced herself down on as much of his massive cock as she could. This was only slightly a problem for much as he didn't want to compare the girls, Haruko usually fit in all of the way, though she walked funny afterwards. But Kodama was so tiny, and while he was getting his pleasure, it felt like - and it should have been obvious he did not care for this sort of thing - he was getting teased. On the plus side, her pussy was really tight and warm. And soft. Maybe only fitting it in partway didn't take away all he though it did. Plus, sitting there while she rode him? A really nice change of pace from when Haruko only ever went missionary with him while he did most everything, pumping into her laying form. Not that there was anything wrong with it, but the variety was nice. And he found this lack of work to be surprisingly satisfying has she rode his cock.

Ichigo could honestly say he was glad he'd let Haruko talk him into this. He let his hands sit on the floor to keep him from slipping out of position, as he fucked Kodama bareback, her smooth ass making a clapping noise every time she let herself be overridden with dizzying pleasure. Ichigo's cock was bigger than she'd ever imagined, all she could think about was being seated in this position for as longs as possible as she continued to push as much of his cock into her as possible.

"Oh fuck!" Haruko squealed with delight as he drilled into her warm orifice, her head thrown back. "Fuck! You're so big! I'm so full of your big, perfect cock that I'm overflowing with it!" She glared at him, but it had no bite, just pure lust. "You've ruined me, you big animal! I hope you're ready to fuck me again!" This was it. She was ruined for other men, exactly as she was saying, and now her mind was so bursting with pleasure that she couldn't think straight enough to keep her mouth shut for pride's sake. This dick had overwhelmed her. "Because we're going to fuck whenever I want us to fuck! I want this dick to be ready for me when I'm ready! You hear me? Now give me your cum already! Cum inside the pussy you ruined, now! Or else-!"

Haruko looked up from another kiss on his balls with a delighted grin. "Oh, that sounds like a wonderful idea, Kodama." She nuzzled his now quickly pulsing testicle. "Filling her up with the juice from these mighty balls, how does that sound?" She spoke into his balls, almost as if speaking to them, before nuzzling her breast-soft cheek into it. "Go ahead, Ichi, cum! Give her what she wants!"

Kodama let out a drunk squeal of delight as she sprayed her juices all over his prick, a powerful orgasm rendering her mind blank. He didn't waste any time in cumming as she wanted, pumping her full of his gooey juices that didn't help her state. Her tiny, flat stomach bulged with his cum as absurd amounts of his cum flowed into her small body. This cock was so absurdly thick that it didn't even leak out. It just kept her ruined cunt plugged good and tight while her stomach filled up with his cum, and made her orgasm again from the mere sensation.

Thank god they'd taken pills beforehand.

With Ichigo's hands lifting her off of him by her hips, Kodama managed to strenuously pull herself off of his still-cumming beast... and then fainted.

"Kodama?" Inaho hovered over the unconscious girl. "Are you okay?" The way the girl drooled with a fucked-stupid grin suggested that, yes, she was very much okay indeed.

"I think you blew her mind." Haruko giggled. "Now it's my turn." Inaho pouted, her lips quivering slightly as the stud stood up, his erect cock wobbling."Calm down Inaho. I just want one go at him then he's yours." She pulled Ichigo along by the hand and brought him to a wall, where she bent over and put her hands on it to support herself. She bit her lip and wiggled her bodacious ass at him. "Take me in the ass this time."

Now this really got his attention. He wasted no time in lining up his cock with her twitching, tiny pink hole. He wasted a second hoping his juice-covered cock was enough, and plunged his cock straight into her backdoor.

"Ooooh, fuck that's good!" She squealed. He wasted no time in pounding straight into her, in drilling his huge, thick shaft into her coiled ring of muscles. She let out a little squeak with every slight piston into her cock-strangling depths. She turned to look back at him, talking in-between breaths. "I know how tired you must be, doing the same thing. I thought as long as we're introducing new people, why no try new things."

"I'm glad you did." Ichigo replied wholeheartedly, hammering into her. He almost felt the urge to cum every time, to press his orgasm straight over the edge with every shove into the greedy depths of her vacuum-tight asshole, going the distance be damned. He suddenly felt Inaho press her soft tits into the tanned ridges of his back. Her cute nips poked at his skin as she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a genuinely affectionate embrace.

"I'm so glad we could do this together." She spoke right from the heart, even as her tits squished against his back he didn't take a lick of attention away from her. "It hurt so much when I found out you were with Inaho... it broke my heart, Ichi." He felt a pang in his gut. It wasn't lost on him that he'd hurt Inaho by not openly accepting her feelings. But he had never really been sure of what to do. Thank god he had Haruko to show him the light, he thought, as her ass squeezed around his thick cock again.

"Well, I'm so glad I can make you feel better." He wrapped an arm around her, and as he continued to fuck Haruko, he pulled her close into a passionate kiss. When he pulled away from the slightly messy exchange. He gave her a determined look, one that said he was going to give her what she wanted as soon as he could, he placed both hands on Haruko's full hips, and gripped them tightly. "Now I'll just have to get Haruko to cum faster." He pulled out halfway, and thrust into her, sending her fantastic ass rippling with every single pump! He pulled out as much of his absurd length as he could, and rammed it all back in full force!

"Oh fuck!" Haruko tried to keep her head on straight, even as her lover's absurdly huge cock stretched out her tight ring of ass. She turned to him with a completely fake pout. "That's mean, Ichi. I give you anal for the first time and now you don't even try to enjoy it! Just drilling me with your perfect cock!" The expression didn't even last the full statement, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as pain clashed with pleasure, his cock almost tearing her ass wide open, just for the next time that was certain to come.

Speaking of coming...

"Oh I'm enjoying it very much, darling." He whispered into her ear. She took absolute delight in the way his solid abs pressed into the soft curve of her spine. She almost didn't hear him, she was so lost in it. "That's why I aim to blast a load in your ass."

He wasted no time in fulfilling his promise, pulling out halfway through his orgasm before she could inflate, and sprayed his cum all over her huge ass cheeks and along her back as her legs quivered from her own orgasm. She looked back at them. "Meanie." It didn't even have playfulness to it. She was simply too lost in the pleasurable aftershocks. "Looks like it's the moment you've waited for, Inaho. His cock's all yours for now.

"Yay! It's finally my turn!" She jumped up and wrapped her arms around him and pulled him in for a kiss, unashamed of he way her naked tits pressed into his hard, broad torso. "You don't have to hold back, Ichi! I'm all yours!"

He simply smiled at her, and cupped her face gently for a kiss of his own. When he pulled away, he said her fourth favorite pair of words to hear from him! "Any requests?"

Immediately, she jumped and hooked her legs around his waist as she planted her hands on his shoulders. She could feel them roll a little with even the slightest movement. "Do it like this! Hold me while you do it! Carry me in your big strong arms while your big, strong cock fills me up!"

Praise and dirty talk? Ichigo immediately grabbed her hips and raised her up so the tip of his throbbing cock prodded at her absolutely soaked entrance, and slid straight into her with almost no resistance. The unabashed squeal of pleasure and the fact that he fits all the way inside her only made it better.

"Oh god, your so huge! Wreck me already! I want everything you can give me!" He aimed to fulfill her unbelievably wanton desires without a second thought. The carryfuck was a very good choice he decided. A real use of his strength, able to give the woman in his arms everything, and no control for her to decide otherwise, and romantic to boot. He pumped into her soft, warm, velvety cunt as she let out moans and squeals and constant words of praise, regardless of whether they were even different words or not. Ichigo quickly came to the conclusion that Inaho was decidedly vocal, as her breasts rubbed and molded into his pecs, pressing rubbing across the ridges of his abs as she bounce on his big cock. It made sense, her general positive energy were impossible to wear down, and she put 200% percent into everything, like how she was now meeting his pumps into her perfect slit halfway now, even as he poked at her deepest recesses, she didn't stop slamming her hips down onto his pelvis.

She pulled him into another passionate kiss as they fucked, which confirmed his next big suspicion, that she was romantic in every effort she made, which he could ave guessed before now. Even when she talked dirty, she did it with loving praise that only made him pump harder, his cock aching with her excited pace, which was faster than even that of Haruko, who he'd fuck many times before. She was new at this, sure, but he had no doubts her stamina would grow even greater as they did this more and more, and she'd definitely get creative. If her past attempts in flirting were simply to get his affections, he couldn't wait to see what she'd do now that she had them. Being around so many unbelievably sexy girls had already filled his mind with possibilities, and now he got to fuck them. After-class relief, "private endurance training," getting sucked off under the desk... every dirty fantasy once alien to him now only turned him on even more, drove him to slide deeper into Inaho's sweet pussy as she cried out louder, for more, harder. He round ass cheeks smacking delightfully against him with every thrust. Tears of joy leaked from her eyes, and he immediately thought she might have had too much.

"Inaho, are you hurting? Do you want me to slow down?"

"No!" The way she yelled at him with a demanding tone caught him completely off guard. "Don't you dare, Ichigo Kurosaki! I've waited for this for so long! You have yet to even make up a fraction of the time to me, so if you slack off on the pace, you are in for it! Now keep making sweet love to my pussy with your perfect cock as hard as you can!" The loud, unreserved way she spoke caught him off guard, but it wasn't insulting, and it was demanding all he had to offer. It aroused him to no end, so he simply did as he was told, and kept fucking her with all of his might.

"Wow." Haruko's breath hit his ear just before he could feel her amazing tits mash into his muscular back, her hands cupping his balls from behind as best they could. "You've really awoken something in this sweet little girl, haven't you." She turned her attention to Inaho as she kept rubbing her big boobs along her boyfriends back. "Do you like his cock that much?"

"You'd better believe it!" Inaho gasped, not quite out of assertive energy. "I can't believe you kept this from me! Kept him from me! I swear one of these days I'll make you pay, but for now I just want to enjoy his godly cock ravaging my pussy and shaping me for itself!"

"I look forward to you making me pay." She said sincerely, feeling no less adventurous than their now mutual lover. She whispered things into his ear as she kept herself molded into him. "This girl wants all of you. Pretty much every girl does now. You want to give it to us all, don't you? Well don't you worry, Ichi, 'cause we'll be the best girlfriends you could ever hope to have, and more." Her bizarrely romantic words spurred him on even further, to new heights as his mind spun with all the meanings this had for him. Did that mean they were more than simple fuck-buddies? Was he their boyfriend too? Would this happen to every girl she invited to join them? That almost sounded as amazing as the sex itself. For years he'd played the part of a street-fighting loner, playing at content with his isolation. The idea of this overflowing genuine pleasure and companionship did more to please him than even the fuck of his life ever could on its own. He pumped harder and harder into Inaho's fertile cunt as he felt a familiar pulse in his loins.

"Where do you want me to cum?" He rumbled.

"Inside me!" The candy-lover squealed. "Oh god, fill me up with your cum, Ichi!"

And he did just that. He exploded within her as she sprayed her juices along his smoldering hot cock, the soft squeeze too much to bear as he flooded her insides with this milky white cum. He could feel her insides start to overflow, and managed to pull out enough that, just like his orgasm with Haruko, he allowed the other half to hose down Inaho's face and chest while she caught a few spurts in her mouth from where she sat on the ground.

"Wow, it's so tasty!" She crooned. But she stared for a moment when his still-hard erection stared back at her.

"I think I know what he'll want next." Haruko said, moving out from behind him and getting down on her knees. "Come here Inaho."

No sooner was the brunette in front of her than Ichigo's Cock (cap is not a typo) slid through the front of her tits and Haruko's pressed against hers, trapping a lot of Ichigo's huge shaft between them in a double titfuck.

Ichigo moaned out loud as their delightful titties smothered his cock. This was really his favorite way of getting treatment from a woman's body. He appreciated a nice blowjob, and a good ass-hot-dogging, but as far as he was concerned, a woman's perfect tits brought a man pleasure best by rubbing up and down a man's hard cock until it painted them a nice, creamy white from the overwhelming sensation. And Haruko and Inaho weren't just two adequately busty girls. They could have smothered a much lesser man with their admittedly uneven two-way titty assault and had him blowing in under a minute, but with his massive prick, they were more than happy to put true effort into making sure his cock was absolutely satisfied.

They registered the sounds of a fourth voice making numerous pleased noises and noted Kodama had awoken from her orgasm-induced stupor and was now furiously rubbing at her honeypot, a small puddle of her arousal just under her legs.

"Wow." Ichigo thought aloud. "How long have you been up?"

"Long enough to see you rail Inaho as she takes it all with Haruko's hands on your balls." Kodama panted, cheeks flushed. "Don't forget I'm gonna work my way to taking it all one day!"

Ichigo smiled. "I look forward to it." He groaned. He didn't forget his cock was currently sandwiched between two of the best pairs of tits in the whole school, as he thrust up, making their jello-like busts jiggle and bounce every which way with the strength of his earnest tit-fucking. The girl's hands and mouths weren't idle either, as they sucked and planted kisses on the plenty of inches that poked out from their twin cleavage, stroking at it's base, and even grabbing at one another's chests pressed flush together, nipples brushing against each other and the sides of the opposite breasts.

"God, I love titfucks." He said, unabashed. He ran his hand through their hair, gliding his fingers through Haruko's long violet hair and rubbing his hand in Inaho's adorable short locks. He knew he was an incredibly lucky man to have these two powerful, sweet, and beautiful girls treat him like this, and if they ever wanted anything out of him, he would neither question it nor hesitate.

"See," Haruko told Inaho, "I told you. If he never fucked our pussies, getting to cum from titfucks makes him so happy. Not that he'd never have enough to get it in us. He's got so much stamina!"

Inaho didn't reply verbally, simply contenting herself with slurping on the weeping, bulbous head of his cock, which continued to let a pearly stream of precum out for them to lick and slurp on. This was so much better than she'd ever imagined. Girls who said it tasted bitter and nasty had no idea what they were missing out on.

Soon enough Ichigo came again, harder than any of his orgasms that night, a veritable fountain spraying down the two stacked girls as they filled their mouths with cum, and the thick, delicious drips of cum dripped down the sides of their breasts and disappeared deep into the depths of their cleavages.

The whole thing was so intense that even they came from the titfuck, squirting freely onto the floor from the warmth of his cock spreading from their tits straight into their needy cores.

The four of them lay their, strewn across the room covered in sweat and sex juices, the arduous orgy finally beginning to show its toll on their stamina.

"Holy shit." Ichigo said, having been fairly quiet when compared to the erotic conversation of the girls. "That was... I... I don't have the words to describe it."

"Neither do I." Kodama admitted. "I wasn't even awake for all of it and it was still more amazing than anything I could have come up with in my head. You'd better hoped I don't always miss this much of it, Ichigo!"

"But it was a whole awful lot of fun." Inaho said, crawling over to Ichigo and wrapping her arms around him, snuggling into his warm, muscular side. "I can't wait to let everyone else have a turn."

Ichigo simply hummed affirmatively, before the words fully registered with him. "Wait... others?!" He gaped as it hit him. "Y-you mean you were serious?!"

"Of course, Ichi! You didn't think it was just gonna be the three of us, did you?" Haruko hugged his other side, taking delight in feeling his heartbeat. "There are so many girls who have grown quite fond of you since you came to Tenbi. Who've admired your strength, your spirit, and how much of a gentleman you've turned out to be; not to mention just how handsome you are!" Haruko seemed quite thrilled just from talking about it. Clearly she was proud she had bagged herself such a winner "And I know they're going to love this thick, fat, scrumptious cock of yours. You've got a lot of work to do! We've barely even started."

His head snapped between the three of them with his expression bewildered, Kodama's smirk, Inaho's delighted expression, and Haruko's very satisfied smile. He finally realized all of the crazy things he's been thinking earlier were actually completely true! He was going to have a lot more girls to deal with before this little escapade was over. Thinking about it, there were actually much more absurd things that had happened to him, and most of them were infinitely less pleasant. Was this what his father had meant when he said he had "earned" being here? He sighed as he simply decided to go along with this wonderful madness, and just enjoy the moment for now.

"Now, we're not done yet. That cock's still hard mister." True to Haruko's words, Ichigo's cock hadn't actually gone flaccid yet, and they were all still maddeningly horny. "And after we're completely done, we're going to properly discuss our very open relationship."

The melody of countless pleasured sounds continued almost until the next morning.

Notes:

Sooo... how was it? I've wanted to get started on this roster of divinely bodacious babes for quite a while! Far too little content of them at all. Someone needs to fix that, looks like that someone needed to be me. I'd do it all myself if I had to. Also, I didn't forget that Ichigo suggest they call it love making, if it seems that way. I just think dirty talk is hot, so I call it fucking, personally.

Chapter 4: Haruko, Chacha, Kimi, Azuki (Maken-Ki! Pt 2)

Summary:

Ichigo was well aware his love conquest at Tenbi was just beginning! Now to the rest of Maken-ki he goes!

Notes:

I swore I'd put this chapter off until I posted something from another series, But it would be a crime to just put off a complete chapter.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

When Haruko had told them she was offering the opportunity of a lifetime, they all expected different things.

It was an unexpectedly rather busy day for the Maken Club. Ever since Ichigo had come to Tenbi, peace had become easier to maintain among the small community that the academy resembled. For the past months, Ichigo had been the rapidly rising star, a sort of champion for the school of spiritually armed girls, turned into that for both girls and boys. But then today, Ichigo's many stubborn challengers must have decided the best way to take him down was all together, kind of. They were certainly many, but not the entire school. And so he was staring down six or seven dozen Maken users who were out for blood.

Except they'd made a grave miscalculation: it was him, and about half of Maken-ki; Haruko, Kodama Inaho, and with them, Azuki Shinatsu, Kimi Sato, and Chacha Akaza. And so they did charge in to wipe the floor with the ensuing hoard. Handfuls of armed students were swatted aside or found themselves eating the brickwork big-time.

Kimi Sato, Secretary of Maken-ki's student council, was a petite girl, almost as short and small as Kodama Himegami. Chin-length dark hair was kept under a red headband, and swept over on of her amethyst eyes. Pale skin gave off the impression of a delicate princess, a sharp contrast to Kodama's defiant nature and only enhanced by her bashful and nervous mannerisms. She took out her pen, and characters sprang almost literally to life to attack at the offending hoards, er Maken Comic Star bringing literal power to words. A truly fitting power for her love of drawing and writing. As they fell in handfuls, her shy demeanor to a mighty mage of sorts, not swayed by the lacking of her A-cup breasts or her unusual love of the arts. Whether through disarming charm or power, Kimi was important just like the rest of them, and no one could disagree.

Azuki Shinatsu, the brutally buxom brick-house of the Magic Enforcement Committee was a completely different manner of beauty. Hair equal in length to Azuki's shimmered in a fiery red as her own violet eyes glared at the next punk. A bandaged nose was a clear sign that she fought often and was only further supported by her fingerless gloves. Flat, dense muscles coiled angrily as a left jab sent an opponent half again her size flying. Well-maintained abs coiled tightly in her core, not at all distracting from the generous feminine curvature of her magnificent E-cups. Her Maken, Hawk, was made clear in the form of metal winged shoes that flicked across a nameless enemies chin as one of her thick, powerful legs flicked up, flipping her skirt and revealing the green-striped underwear at the apex of her luscious thighs, accentuated along with her bust by the flare of her hips and the pinch of her feminine waste. Yet there were few that her body could truly distract, as her fiery behavior screamed that if you were to fight her and dare be distracted by her buxom shape, you would only lose much more painfully.

Chacha Akaza of the Security Committee, stood out the most by far in both manners and beautiful form. Exotic light brown skin and sparkling emerald orbs were complimented by white hair tied in a side ponytail atop her head. And an enthusiastic and boundlessly energetic attitude kept her swinging through the crowds barehanded not unlike Azuki. Except when she found a loose brick, she tossed it towards some tougher-looking foes, and sent them scattering on one way or another as the rock was influenced by her Maken Compresser, and grew to the size of a car, before slamming hard into the ground, pinning whoever was trapped underneath it. The tall girl was practically an amazon, complete with raw sexuality in the form of tree-trunk tanned thighs, and a full, bodacious ass that was put on display with every skirt swish, and humongous, eye-catching, man-drawing, mouthwatering H-cup breasts that rivaled the massive milky orbs of Haruko herself, and even barely exceeded! Chacha held not shame in letting her body go on display, and there was much to see, but of course her jaw-dropping rack was impossible to miss, constrained by her favored leopard-print bra that did a laughable job of keeping her cans from bouncing free.

About halfway through the battle, the latter three had decided they'd had their fun, and decided to sit out and take a breather, watching the rest finish the job. Haruko saw this as a chance to talk to them, and so she sat with the three of them while Kodama and Inaho backed Ichigo up, and there she declared to them:

"Hey guys. How would you like to partake in the opportunity of a lifetime?"

Of course, when she actually told them that she was willing to share the man who just so happened to be the object of only their most romantic affections, they all reacted quite fittingly with shock, skepticism, and obviously no small amount of hesitation.

"Wh-what?" Kimi squeaked, face flushed as all three of them stared at a straight-faced Haruko. "Are you s-s-serious?!" It had long since been revealed that they all were extremely attracted to the only other male member of their club besides the lecherous Kengo Usui, and being the confident, competitive group they were, they didn't take their time in trying to make their feelings known. It had... hurt, when he had approached Haruko all on his own. But now here was Haruko herself, proposing they could all have him?

"I'm absolutely serious." Haruko smiled at them. "I already agreed to share him with Haruko and Kodama, and you guys are just as important to me as they are, and I don't want to lose you guys just because I had what you never got to."

Azuki caught onto something. "The fuck?! Kodama and Inaho know about this?!"

"Yes. I thought they'd be best to start out with, but I wanted to talk about it with you girls too." She looked over to the boy she had once known, who had gone and turned into a man on her and stolen her heart. Then he just had to be so amazing that every girl present had to have feelings for him too. "We were always friends, and even if this isn't an unusual idea I don't want to hurt that friendship over a guy." Even if it was a once-in-eternity kind of guy, the thought, looking back to them. "So, what do you say?"

Unusual idea indeed. Chacha had always thought Ichigo was totally cute; his warm brown eyes, his rare outright smile, his rockin' bod, his wild orange hair that she always thought looked good on him, no matter what other people had said to him. It was an absolute crime that he was without any girlfriend to love him for how awesome he was! Well, if this was her second shot at being that girl, she wasn't going to waste it! Plus, this sounded like a whole lot of fun!

Kimi was obviously way more hesitant about it. Ichigo had started out simply enough as being another member of Maken-ki to her. But when he'd found out about her passion for manga art, and ironic lack of talent, he'd personally helped her shape her skill into something she could be proud of. Beyond that just being in his company made her feel more like a woman, which was more than could have been said for any other man, who looked at her like a child, just because of her... lesser figure. All she needed was one moment for him to see her as one, and if she didn't have to hurt her friendship with Chacha for it this time...

Azuki, of course, was the most hesitant. Ichigo had been exactly the kind of man Azuki had wanted. He hadn't interfered during her match with Kurigasa, but when she couldn't break her fall, he'd stepped right in and... when he held her, it just felt so right, practically love at first sight. It only got harder to be around him and not feel her heart thrumming around in her breast. He was a fighter, and he respected her as an equal, even if he was stronger. She made certain to watch as he dislocated both shoulders on one of his challengers as she thought this, and then watch as he threw the sucker into another three, and take down some staff fighter with a flying kick. But she knew very well deep down that he was a warm and gentle soul. She knew she had to make him hers, and she was still determined to do so! If he had to be someone else's for that to happen... she was going to get all of him, but fuck it, this was a good start.

"I'm in!" Chacha declared, throwing her hands into the air and causing her delightful bust to jiggle. "Thanks for this, Haruko, you're the best!"

That got rid of Kimi's worries. She nodded resolutely. "Me too! If Chacha's okay with this, then I have nothing to worry about! I want to be with Ichigo just as much as she does!"

Azuki grit her teeth and stood up."Fuck it!" The violet eyed brawler declared. She pointed a challenging finger at Haruko. "I'll make him mine yet, Haruko, but until then, this'll work!"

Ha. If only she knew how well she'd get used to it.

Haruko beamed. She was so excited to tell their now mutual lover the good news! Right after he cleaned up, of course, she thought as one of the thugs sailed over their heads .

Azuki grinned, and leaned into Haruko conspiratorially, albeit bushing madly. "So... is he good?"

"Hm?"

"Just sayin', how far ya gone with him? Is he a good kisser? Did ya go all the way, or are ya waiting for those bells?"

It was Chacha who asked the big question, smile and eyes alight with mischief. "How big is he?"

"Ch-chacha!" Kimi sputtered.

Before Haruko could answer, it was Kodama who walked up to them with Inaho, both deciding to take a break from the battle, and quite flatly declared:

"The biggest. I would dare you to find a bigger cock anywhere in the world, knowing you would fail. Ladies, we have stumbled upon the eighth goddamn wonder of the world, his whole body included. His cock is a gift from God, and personally, I find his tongue to be the party favor." Himegami leaned over, hands on her hips. "I hope you know what you're getting into, ladies. Or rather, what will be getting into you. You will most certainly be ruined for anyone else."

Haruko gaped at Himegami, while Inaho nodded supportively, her approving smile never wavering.

Needless to say, they were compelled to find out the truth behind these praises, so openly sung by Himegami, of all people, as long as they were apparently all getting it together.

As it turned out, every single word was true. All of it, and more.

They managed to make it back to Maken-ki meeting room, and when Haruko had revealed to her lover that she'd been talking with them, he wondered what they'd do from there, he didn't have to wait long when she pressed into him and kissed him full on the mouth. The message was clear: It was time to show them what they were now all a part of.

The three of them could only watch in aroused fascination as Haruko and Ichigo began making out intensely, not wasting any time in stripping down before them. Haruko's shirt hit the floor as her magnificent tits wobbled defiantly within the damnable confines of her bra. As Ichigo continued to peck all over her face affectionately, he hands went to his own shirt. He stopped briefly to let her pull it off, giving them all a first class view of his rippling muscles beneath is deliciously tanned skin.

Chacha stared unabashedly with a heavy blush at the public romantic display as it turned carnal, her attention turning in particular to Ichigo's newly exposed broad chest. She slowly licked her lips and her eyes were glazed over, as she grinned, a dreamy grin on her face.

Totally opposite to her friend's reaction, Kimi bashfully tried to pull her gaze away from the hottest thing she had ever seen, covering her eyes halfheartedly as one eye peeked at at split between them; looking towards the walls before she went back to staring; drooling from her mouth as well as soiling her undergarments with an alien but wonderful sensation... if it was a way to shyly show she was enjoying watching, she was using it.

Azuki was unusually quiet as she tugged at a nipple from over her shirt, her face flushed and a curled finger between her lightly grit teeth. There wasn't much said that wasn't already clear.

Haruko and Ichigo continued to make out intensely, Haruko's hands went on roaming her boyfriend's solid torso, and Ichigo's hands dipped deep past her waistband. Three fingers traced around her slicked-up slit. He enjoyed the cute little sounds it got out of her, especially as her licked and nibbled at her ear. God, he loved that he could do this to her, that she was as ready for him as she could ever be and he barely even touched her.

Deciding it was time for them to bring them face to face with the biggest part of it all - quite literally so in a lot of ways - Haruko made sure he was facing them before she undid the hybrid champion's belt and pulled his cock out from his undergarments, the thick shaft now free in all its rigid glory. She moved just out of the way so the rest had a better view.

"Oh my fucking god!" Azuki swore unabashed. Her jaw was slacked, her violet eyes almost bulging out at the sight of her gift. It was, simply put, massive. It was almost grotesque how the huge tube of flesh stood out from his body. It's pulsing veins and red shade made it seem angry in its own way, like it wanted to fight. Only, in case of an actual fist-throwing, it would be fighting her insides to squirt something nice and gooey into her deepest vestiges. And she didn't mind losing.

"Holy whoa." Chacha remarked flatly, blushing harder as she let her gaze roam over his girth, from the absurdly long and thick shaft to his pulsing head all the way to his massive nuts and his hairless crotch. She idly wondered if she'd previously used her Maken on a two-incher that had now magically come back to show her its gratitude. It was, in all realism, the biggest she had ever seen, making the real-life imprints she'd made Kimi make of other boys look laughable.

"It's huge..." Kimi's head felt light, her face a brand new shade of red. She really should have passed out at this point. Except that her eyes were now drawn straight to the treasure of flesh before her. Ichigo had a cock that looked like it could have just been a screwed-up limb, but almost seemed absurd even on someone of Ichigo's musculature and broadness. Would that thing fit in her at all?

Haruko giggled as she stroked the erect pillar of flesh. "You think it's something now? Wait 'till you feel it inside you." Well, none of them really knew how to respond. Even the bold and immodest Chacha was stunned at the absurd shamelessness of this whole situation. "Here let met show you." And then and there did she unhook her abused bra and let her plentiful bosom loose. When Ichigo reached for her full hips and plunged his cock into her, she gasped and moaned in pleasure. But she took the whole thing in for every inch. She took the scrunchy out of her violet ponytail and shook her silky violet locks loose.

Haruko stood doggy style in front of them, tits swaying as Ichigo pounded into her without reservations, expression flushed and euphoric as the biggest cock any of them had ever seen filled her up. Azuki rubbed her thighs together, Kimi blushed, stupefied, and Chacha, considering the offer without a single second thought, could feel blood run from the curled finger between her teeth, but did not care in the slightest.

Ichigo's strong hands cupped Haruko's brimming mounds of flesh, squeezing them in his palms. She turned her head and kissed him full-on while he squeezed her herculean tits. This was really what she loved about their experiences. Apart from his massive, unrivaled cock, her favorite thing about making love with him was that he never got tired or kissing her throughout the entire thing.

"It didn't take you a lot of convincing to do this." she teased. He responded by teasing her nipples. She moaned outright as his hands left her breasts for massaging her tight stomach.

"We already did this in front of Kodama and Inaho." Ichigo whispered, though the shocked expressions of their friends showed they had little success. "This isn't really different, except for who's getting invited." Her statement had been bait, he knew that. She just needed a reason to confirm from him that they had done this before, and that they were being offered the exact same thing.

It wasn't outlandish to say that Haruko had incredible stamina. She was a fighter after all, and a Maken user of the highest caliber at that. But a being of Ichigo's caliber - if there was any other - simply dwarfed her. All these random thoughts were the only thing allowing her to keep up with him.

Until now.

Haruko squealed as her juices spurted out of her tightly filled hole, Ichigo not stopping for at least a dozen more pumps, before his hyper-dick finally blasted deep into her pleading core.

Out of the three of them, Chacha was the one to finally notice something that had been apparent the entire time: Haruko's stomach bulge. She' heard of it, but she'd thought it was just a myth; an absurd fantasy to turn girls on to the max. But Ichigo really was just that big, that his cock stretched her out to the point that it was visible!

Haruko obviously didn't let a single orgasm stop her; they'd done this too often for too long. Iron cock still bulging within her, she twisted her body until she was facing him, her legs around his waist. Ichigo gripped her full hips, and began to pump again, holding her full weight as his hips thrust into her welcoming pussy. This was the legendary carryfuck. Only a real man could hold his partner and give her a good thorough fucking, an Ichigo had long since proved he was far beyond other men.

It wasn't fair, Chacha decided. It really wasn't. Haruko had let Inaho and Kodama have this, and here they were still waiting for their turn while his huge, smoldering cock was wrapped deep in Haruko's plentiful pussy. Her thoughts spilled out in the form of a needy whine, which Haruko clearly heard.

"I just want you to see for certain what you're in for." Haruko spoke matter-of-factly, as much as one could when they were being stretched out, despite how much they had done this with the same man. Again, Ichigo was just that gifted. Mostly it was interrupted by moans and the occasional squeak as her pussy was working for a hyper-cock fitting. "You know, you can join in right now. We can sort out feelings afterwards. Right now, I just want to help you guys feel good," she wrapped her arms around his neck lovingly, "and let Ichi here take you to another world."

Kimi strained to keep herself from passing out. It was helped by her pure desire to watch the hybrid's prick slide in and out, in and out, and how much she wanted to be awake when she got to go.

Azuki turned her head towards Chacha, not allowing her eyes to leave the absurdly erotic sight. "So, we're totally fine with sharing him, right?" Her voice was small and uncertain. She had been attracted to Ichigo as soon as he'd met him. She'd somehow known then that he was exactly the kind of man that she had longed for. And here Haruko, who had already had rights to him, was kind enough to share him, body and heart, with the rest of them.

"You mean you weren't before?" Chacha was incredulous, but he didn't look away either. "Ichi's a super-great guy, with a super-great cock! Of course we're okay with it!" She just couldn't say no to this idea. This was her getting exactly what she'd wanted when it was more than she had ever thought.

"Well then," Haruko managed between sex-labored breaths, "Just wait for us to finish this orgasm. I haven't let him hose me down yet. He gives great cum showers." Cum. More cum, and lots of it. It was her big creamy prize for this arduous passion, almost as much as the passion itself. She moved her hips in perfect sync with his mighty thrusts into her lush pussy. This was a special overwhelming pleasure that was unique to whoever got to experience Ichigo as a carnal partner, a messy, passionate act that put every other in its category to shame with its heat, joy, and raw excitement.

"I'm so glad you agreed to this." What Haruko loved most about this mind-numbing carnality that they endured together in absurd bliss was how simple it was. "I just love seeing you do all the things you do to me to other girls." Right now, Haruko felt like just another extremely lucky girl. All of her titles and personas faded away; vice-president of Maken-ki, Tenbi Sophmore, Murakumo wielder... they meant nothing in the face of barebacked sex with her fat-dicked lover driving deep into her caverns of ecstasy.

Ichigo didn't respond verbally. He just pressed his face between her bosom, nuzzling her deeply hidden breast bone and smiling dreamily to himself. He was the type to count his blessings, and now more than ever, more than he'd loved having his powers, more than his parents being soul-saving ass-kickers... he was soooo grateful to be an attractive young man with a gigantic cock.

Haruko jumped off his dick just in time for Ichigo to erupt straight into her eager mouth, his warm cum overflowing past her lips and spilled onto the wobbling slopes of her fat tits. The girls were shocked just to see how much cum had been produced in a single orgasm, every chunky hose-down had enough behind it to be a full orgasm on its own. It was at least a full minute before Haruko had her fill, and was now painted in her lover's creamy cunt-filling.

"So much cum..." Azuki commented numbly.

"So," Haruko looked back at the three of them with a coy smile, "who wants to go first?"

Chacha normally would not have hesitated to get into an opportunity like this, but she saw her best friend on the planet fighting with herself over this and, unusually enough, got an idea.

She slapped her shoulder, "encouraging" her forward. "Hey, Kimi, you should totally go first." Never said it was a well thought out idea. "You're obvs super nervous. If you go first, you can get it all out of your system!"

Uncharacteristically, Kimi was cursing Chacha out under her breath, meekly stepping forward to accept her sentence. She moved in closer to the patiently waiting Ichigo, her eyes locked on his not-so-patient prick, which throbbed enough that she flinched.

"Kimi," Ichigo's voice snapped her out of it, "you're not obligated to do this. We can just talk about our feelings after this whole mess is done. And you don't have to stick around, either. You can hang out somewhere else if staying makes you uncomfortable."

His consideration warmed her head to toe, and she could have sworn her heart stopped for a full three seconds. He was willing to talk to her about love, even if she didn't want to do this with him. But the truth was she really did; really really did! So she steeled courage, and advanced on his imposing cock.

"Th-thanks, Ichigo." She said, her voice only shaking for a moment. "B-but... No! I want this so bad, if I don't get it now I might go crazy!" To prove her determination, she removed her panties, and her school uniform top, turned her still-skirted back to the stud, got on all fours, and raised her butt up in the air, wiggling it for emphasis! What a brave girl! "Take me, Ichigo! Leave that cock stuck in me if you have to!"

This new side of small, bashful Kimi shocked everyone. Ichigo's titanic prick twitched in approval. Then he got an idea.

"Chacha." He raised a beckoning finger to the buxom mocha girl. "Could you come over here, please? I need your help with something." Eagerly, the buxom wielder of Maken compress pranced over to him. "Okay, hold on to Kimi's hips for me." Confused, she did as she was told, moving herself in front of Kimi and did as she was told, lifting her smaller friend up off the ground, and placed her just above the head of Ichigo's mighty cock. By moving into this position just to get a good hold on Kimi's hips, she did even more to please Ichigo than she realized. "I want you to help her set her pace. I don't want to hurt her as much as I can help it, and I know she's important to you."

"You got it!" With a nod from Kimi, Chacha helped her in a slicked-up sliding right around the tree-trunk cock.

As a reward for Kimi's boldness, Ichigo wasted no time, plunging straight up into Kimi's tight crevices, pumping with fervor.

Kimi's mind went blank. She couldn't even produce real sounds of her own free will as he stretched her out. It felt so good, but also like she was fit to tear in two.

The Maken-wielding artist let out a cute squeal every time Ichigo's mammoth organ drove deeper and more furiously into her girth-strangling cunt. She felt as if her organs were crushing against one another just to make room for his absurdly large cock. But no matter how painful it was, no matter how the tears leaked from her eyes, she didn't want to stop either. Because it pleased far more than it pained; his cunt-plugger pressed against her every sweet spot she hadn't even known she had!

"Oh! Oh god!" She squealed as the fucking rocked her tiny body back and forth. She turned to Ichigo with a pleading look. "Don't stop! Please don't stop! If you stop now, I might go crazy!"

"Don't worry, Kimi." The orange-haired hero reassured her. "I've got no intention of stopping today." He looked to Chacha underneath Kimi as he pumped and pumped into the smaller girl. "Kimi is a very special girl, Chacha. I hope you know how lucky you are to have her."

"Right?" Chacha continued to lift and push the tiny girl up and down, which took a bit of effort with the tight fit. Her cheeks went flushed as she stared at Kimi's pained ecstatic face every time she practically dragged Kimi against her will through her first time. She couldn't help but wonder what kind of face she'd make when she impaled herself on Ichigo's mighty pole.

From her place on the ground, Azuki rubbed her thighs together impatiently at the sight. How was she supposed to hold up until it was her turn? Well, she was actually more on board than they thought but... you just didn't wait when a chance to get off like that was staring you in the face! That settled it! Chacha would just have to wait! She was going to fuck him the first chance she got!

"Enjoying the show?" The usually gutsy girl yelped as Haruko appeared next to her, still half-covered in the cum she was licking off herself. Azuki didn't say anything, just huffing as she got back to the show in time to see Kimi's love of big breasts come through. Chacha was now sitting in Ichigo's lap, effectively between the joined pair, letting Kimi smother herself on her friend's luscious brown titties. Her dainty fingers pinched at the thick, dark chocolaty nipples. "Me too. Feeling it is all nice and good, but he's so big, I can only do it so many times." Azuki's right hand traced down past her stomach and straight to her skirt. She lifted it with a singer and traveled past the striped waistband of her green-and-white striped panties. Why wasn't she naked now? "That's why I like to watch."

Azuki could see why, but she'd rather be in the action directly. Watching was for whelps. Kimi probably thought that right now, if she was thinking anything, the way she wriggles and moaned on top of that absurd pillar of flesh, one that Azuki had never in her life seen in such a size. She looked down at her breasts, and decided rubbing them down and playing with them a bit would be a passable way to quell the fire until she got her chance.

Kimi panted with increased frequency as Ichigo fucked her now at a much faster pace, surprised at how it just slid inside her after a nice hard, slick fuck. She let her face out from between the heavenly prison that was Chacha Akaza's tits. "I'm gonna cum!" She squealed. "I'm gonna cum, Ichigo! I can't hold on!"

"Then let go!" Ichigo moaned. "Let it all go!"

Kimi came with a squeal as her juices mixed with Ichigo's hot, thick spunk, a nice cum cocktail as her eye rolled back into her head and she passed out.

Chacha pulled Kimi off the big cock with a wet pop. Juices leaked from her open cavern, but apart from some unconscious squirming, she seemed to be in a deep, peaceful sleep.

Before Chahca or Ichigo could comment, Azuki seized the opportunity "It's my turn!" She stomped over to Ichigo, grabbed him by one of his broad shoulders and forcefully kissed him, powering through her embarrassment to get the message across. A string of drool connected them when she pulled away. "I wanted this before it was offered, and I'll be damned if I wait a second longer!"

Ichigo admired how she clearly wasn't going to take no for an answer. She'd probably lift Chacha right off his dick if he refused her. "Alright then, Azuki. No need to leave you out of it."

The hot-blooded redhead grinned and pumped her fist victoriously, even as her flushed face gave away that she was rather flustered about it.

She wasted no time in pulling off her shirt and her bra in one grab, her mighty breasts bouncing with the motion. But that wasn't all that caught Ichigo's tension. He licked his lips hungrily at the sight of a proud set of rippling muscle, angry abs beneath soft feminine curves from arduous work and fierce combat.

"Wow," Ichigo breathed. He could do nothing to hide his awe at the rough girl's prominent sign of strength, or his slack jaws stretching into a soft smile of delight. "I love your abs."

Azuki had never flushed so hard in her entire life. "Th-th-th-that's my line, y-y-you horndog!"

"Well, what can I say? I see your six pack and I'm just compelled to tell you."

She decided the only way to shut him up was kiss him. So she did. Except this time it wasn't a simple-minded hungry kiss, or a kiss of shameless need. Her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment as much as exhaustion, and her lips were soft against his own, even as she tried to scowl against him. It was a genuine kiss of affection, from a girl who'd always had trouble showing her more delicate side, even to the man who had been everything she had desired in a man. She pulled away and pressed her forehead. Her voice was quiet and soft.

"Hold me, dumbass."

Ichigo was only a bit surprised by how vulnerable she sounded. But this time he didn't hesitate. He wrapped his arms around her midsection, as she hugged his midsection, pressing her firm, round, buxom tits into his abs. They kissed again. She met his lips gently. He was surprised by the change of rough pace, from all-out force on bashful little Kimi to slow and passionate with the roughhouse beauty Kimi. She pulled back and tore her bra off at the front, revealing her light pink areolas and her perfectly shaped bosom quivering high on her form. Ichigo immediately got the message and massaged her doughy globes. She moaned as her surprisingly sensitive mounds molded under his strong hands. She loved it, but she'd been waiting long enough

She lightly gripped his face and glared at him, although it was ruined by her blush. "Enough with the foreplay, Ichigo! Fuck me!" As well as her breaking voice.

Well, he didn't need more than that, did he? He Immediately gripped his cock as best he could, and she trapped it between her flat, muscular stomach and her soaked honey pot. He pulled his hips back and jammed his length straight into the redhead's core.

"Hmmm!~" Azuki instinctively bit down on Ichigo's shoulder as he reached deep within her. Knowing very well what she wanted, he didn't stop. He adjusted within her and then immediately moved in and out, all the way to his dark purple tip. Azuki brought him close again as they both let their carnal instincts dictate their every move, from his mighty pumps to her holding onto him for dear life as her pussy did to his cock. It was bigger than she ever could have hoped for, and it ground against her every spot, turning her into an anxious, over-pleasured virgin, ironically since she was certainly not one now!

While Ichigo pistoned into the brutal beauty, Chacha let out mewls of contentment as Kimi, somehow regaining consciousness even after her own railing, sucked on her buxom besty's big bodacious titties, with the amazon's shirt lifted above her nipples. Chacha wrapped her arms around the artist's small shoulders and moaned, feeling and watching; feeling her friend suck on her tits, and watching Azuki get cock-stuffed. Haruko was not idle, moving over to them and pressing her tits up against Kimi's head, leaving the girl in a heavenly prison only one other "head" would know soon enough. Did Kimi really have to draw ever again? She felt like she could die happy right there. Only Chacha had known how much she loved humongous breasts, but it seemed Haruko had caught on. And honestly, she didn't mind.

Ichigo held onto Azuki's breasts like life handles as her soft, tight insides gripped him like a vice. He'd been surrounded by boner-blowing girls before this school, but now they were all in one place! Getting to drain literally all of that sexual tension? It was mind-numbing, and besides charm, great abs, and power, he had the one thing they'd give it to him for: a cock that could be measured in feet.

Azuki felt like she did when she was in a fight: sweat was starting to roll down her back, her body was screaming at her for the strain, and she couldn't think of anything except for this abundant thrill. Except, fighting didn't thrill her nearly this much. It almost made a traitorous part of her psyche never want to fight again, that she could get a surge of adrenaline so off the scales just from getting filled up in a way going fist-to-fist never could.

"God, Azuki. You're so soft on the inside." Ichigo groaned his praise as he claimed another girl, body, heart, and soul. He felt like a King, and he wanted Azuki to feel like a Queen. "Please tell me this is what you wanted." Orgasm after orgasm on his still-running tool was a good indication from her body, but he wanted her to admit it to him, and to herself most of all. He wanted her honesty in emotion, not to treat it like it was some challenge where she had to push herself when she should just bask in the enjoyment.

"Yes!" Not all of the hot-blooded Hawk wielder's mush-reduced brain was there, but enough to respond instinctively. Enough to make sure he fired a nice, warm load into her wide-open core. "Oh god, yes! It's everything I've ever wanted in being with you and so much more! I never want you to stop making love to me, Ichigo!" He'd really done it, hadn't he? He might not say it, but Ichigo Kurosaki had turned Tenbi's depiction of fighting spirit into a lovesick mating partner, and all it had taken was spearing her on a cock like no other.

Speaking of...

Ichigo blasted another enormous cream payload into Azuki's awaiting womb. Her eyes rolled up into the back of her head as boiling whiteness bloated up her baby cave, and her body imitated, limping backwards from Ichigo's grasp. The best part was that Ichigo's girth prevented a single drop from leaking out, so she got every dollop as a minute-long orgasm hosed her insides.

Azuki looked at where she'd been ruined, and then passed out.

It didn't last, she was soon upon Ichigo, feeling up his abs and planting kisses - both mile-a-second pecks and wet, slobbery tongue-prods - all over his face and neck, kisses he gladly returned.

As soon as he'd managed to pull out of her, causing her to shudder and writhe, Haruko and Azuki picked her up and spread her out comfortably next to Kimi, who was grinning dumbly with drool running down her parted mouth.

He took a moment to breath as his endowment didn't waver for even an instant. He turned to talk to to Chacha, but was too busy trying to catch flies at the sight of her leopard-print bra straining as the energetic amazon pulled her shirt off, letting her mocha mountains heave free. They bounced and quivered every which way so hypnotically, so enticingly, with a shine about them that was all natural, with inch-long nipples in a dark chocolate shade.

The white-haired girl giggled at his awestruck expression. "You like 'em?" She moved over to him, swaying her hips enticingly with every. Single. Step. She cupped the underside of her jaw-dropping tits in her dainty palms, making them seem smaller under the sheer imposing force of her caramel bosom. "All the boys do. Too bad for them there's only one man I want tasting these." His cock twitched in approval, regaining her attention in an instant. She licked her lips enticingly as she crouched in front of him. She reached in front and unclasped her bra, the garment springing forward as her massive, firm breasts were free out from their decorative imprisonments. "One thing before we start!" She said, pushing her tits together from the sides now.

He stared at her tits as she stroked the side of his cock with one hand, seeing exactly what she was implying, he immediately sat up on his knees and grabbed onto her shoulders.

Chacha knew exactly what Ichigo would want when he fucked Haruko's tits so wholeheartedly, the way his caramel eyes lit up as his huge, thick shaft pumped out of her soft, milky cannons. She was only two centimetres bigger so that wouldn't draw him in, but hers were firmer, so she'd see how he liked that. She lay on her back and squished her luscious tits together as Ichigo's pole-cock pushed right through their pillowy space and poked through the top for several inches, his fat balls pressed firmly against the underside of her boobs. She stared, almost hypnotized by the way the thick head remained several inches above her tits while he began pumping his thick cock in her plush brown tit pussy.

"Fuck my titties as hard as you want, Ichi!" She moaned, already feeling it's warmth in her big, fat breasts. "You've earned them!"

Ichigo ground his calloused palms against her thick nipples to bring her as much pleasure as possible in gratitude for this blissful treatment, his oversized cock rising proudly from her supple mountains. If you'd told him a few months ago that he was going to go to a school filled with the hottest babes on the planet and turn out to be the most fuckable man there, or anywhere else, he'd have sputtered and, depending on who you were, clocked you good. But now all he could think about was all the slimy, messy wants and desires he could fulfill with each and every woman there, more importantly, the wants he was getting right now with this amazingly buxom babe Chacha, who took things like this with immense energy and a smile, a smile that was currently turning drunken and flushed as he drove his lava-loaded cock in between her blessed brown knockers.

Chacha's glazed-over green eyes stared at the bludgeon-head that hid in between her warmers one second, and then reached a point above her head the next. She knew he was loving this, but the rest that broke through to the other side of heaven was just sitting there waiting to go back in! That wouldn't do at all! With that in mind, she licked it, her cute pink tongue dragging along the broad girth like a giant ice cream cone. She peppered it in several little kisses, while up above Ichigo decided to do something for her that her own hands couldn't, and she squealed when she felt one of his hands sending several fingers past the knuckle into her fuck-hole, while the other lifted on of her tree-trunk thighs . The leopard-print lover would need at least that much to take the cannon that was currently fixing to blast a load straight through her bra busters any minute now.

He suddenly found his hands taken from him by Haruko and Azuki, the latter having recovered at a surprising pace. Haruko took up a spot on Ichigo's left side, guiding his palm straight onto her tempting breast, letting her head roll back as he let his thumb play with her big pink nipple, flicking and pressing it deep into the breast flesh . He found his head pulled to the right as Azuki gripped both sides of his face in for a kiss against her surprisingly supple lips. Her lips moved against his clumsily with no small amount of uncertainty that even her passion couldn't conceal, but he responded with support and invitation with every roll of his tongue over hers. He used the arm she'd pulled away to wrap around her midsection and pull her in close, even as his hips sped up to ready another cum blast for the resident chocolate leopard-print loving lovely. No words were exchanged. Just saliva, and the passionate rubbing of flesh against flesh.

Chacha squealed as another hose-down of his gooey spunk blasted her straight in the face, some making its way down her gullet as she smiled open mouthed, gulping every now and then, over a full minute passing before his orgasm finally halted. Haruko and Azuki reluctantly released his hands as Chacha cleaned herself off.

The wielder of Maken Compressor hopped to her feet as Ichigo positioned himself with his back up against the wall, prancing over to him, causing her every bit of pleasant fat to jiggle, from her monumental breasts to her ass which quivered with every stride, until she was crouched in front of him and sat in his lap.

"Take me, stud!" Chacha requested enthusiastically as she bounced up and down on him. She slid up and down on his cock, hot-dogging the pillar of meat between her bodacious ass cheeks. It didn't take much for Ichigo to fulfill his request, as his strong hands gripped her wide hips and lifted her up until her steaming cunt was just over his blazing, cum-slicked cock, and he plunged her straight down on creating a flame within her like nothing she'd ever felt as she felt herself stretch past the point of what should have been possible.

Neither of them waited long for any adjustment to take place. They simply threw themselves into their mutual wants and needs, Ichigo thrusting straight up into Chacha's tight twat as she bounced on his cock, her giant tits jumping in front of his face every time their mighty hips met. His eyes were locked onto them as she bounced on his cock, completely tit-notized by her immaculate chocolate rack.

Haruko and Azuki were quick to retake their chosen places at Ichigo's flanks. The redhead immediately went back to sharing a passionate kiss with him, while her and Haruko's hands roamed his abs, even as Azuki's violet eyes managed a glimpse of Ichigo's balls under the iron prick filling up Chacha. She wondered how his nuts would taste, probably still glazed in both their juices.

"Oh my god!" Chacha moaned, throwing her head back. "Don't stop, stud! Mold me in your fucking shape! Ruin me for anyone else!" Her panting became heavier and heavier with every slam onto his cock. "I don't want anyone else's cock for the rest of my life! Your huge, thick cock can have me any time you want it to!" Well, she was asking for it. He began to pound into her harder and harder, thrusting into her coco pussy with gusto. His grip on her hips tightened, a subtle display of strength that would reach even a girl as strong as Chacha, left with no choice other than to take it all until he was good and done.

He pulled his mouth away from Azuki's long enough to pull her face into his, giving her a breathtaking kiss as he gave her something only a woman like her could ever truly feel. She moaned into his mouth as he gave her a nice, sloppy helping of saliva from him and his buxom brawler both. Chacha was a very different kisser from Azuki, no greater experience but just as much shamelessness and enthusiasm as Chacha Akaza could deliver at will! Not even getting stretched out by a big fat cock could wear down her enthusiasm, like it could her poor little ex-virgin pussy. She could feel every thrust pass deep into her womb, threatening to rip her open. Even if she hadn't loved the feeling, she knew she was ruined. No way any man ever had a cock as big as his

The champion of the spirit worlds managed to pull away from the kiss. "Chacha," he grunted between his dynamic pumps, "I'm gonna cum." He managed to look her in the eyes, brown meeting green. "Where do you want me to..."

"Inside!" Never let it go unsaid that Chacha Akaza wasn't an impulsive girl. And being so joyously fucked only left her wanting more pleasure; as much as she could get. "Oh gosh, fill me up until I explode!" Just to entice him further, maybe even make him lose his mind, she grabbed his head and shoved his face into her bountiful bosom, pushing his head all the way to the breastbone at the bottom of her seemingly infinite cleavage. She shook her shoulders, slapping the sides of his head with her quivering breasts.

And there and then did he cum, so hard Chacha felt like someone was spraying a jet hose of boiling milk straight into her open insides. Her own orgasm was no less audible, as she squealed at the top of her lungs, a nice mix of juices forming once again as the absurd girth within her kept her plugged until such time as it deemed her pussy fit to be left.

It didn't have to wait terribly wrong, as her hips wiggled while Ichigo managed to remove Chacha, though she whined a bit at the loss of big a cock. He managed to stand up, helping Chacha to her feet. Her drowsy attitude didn't last long; she soon had her arms around his neck and was planting nice wet kisses all over his face

Haruko joined her, kissing on his cheek. "You gave her exactly what she wanted." She crooned, pulling herself into him for a hug, almost flattening her pillowy curves into the hard ridges of his body, trained from a young lifetime of combat and supernatural victories.

"Can we do one more thing?" Ichigo asked in almost a growl as he lightly gripped Haruko and Auki's fat pairs of tits, just hard enough to let them know exactly what he had in mind.

Ichigo sat himself up on the table, and leaned back to position his cock bobbing before standing straight up. Chacha and Haruko moved to his right and left sides respectively, and pressed their humongous honkin' tits against his thick shaft. They immediately got to moving up and down, going from head to base in a double titfuck for the ages.

Haruko took no small amount of pride in watching Ichigo's head roll back at the complete coverage of both sides of his cock, even if not all of it. Even during their first time after which he'd told her earnestly how amazing he thought it was with her, his mighty fifth limb refused to go down after an entire night shared between them. It hadn't gone down after a night with Kodama and Inaho involved! He just had enough stamina for them all! It had almost felt selfish keeping such a man to herself. It made her more than happy to share with every other girl that had clearly become attached to the resident mystery of spiritual might.

The man in question adored all the girls in Maken-ki. He didn't want to put any of them above others, but this was easily the best titfuck he'd gotten yet. Chacha's boobs were only slightly bigger than Haruko's, a difference that might as well not exist. It made the gloriously plump, perky pairs perfect for smothering as many inches of his cock in their softness as they possibly could. Chacha was an energetic girl, and Haruko was plenty capable of keeping up with her excited pace. He was excited for the day he could get a double titty fuck to outdo this one; an exciting milestone, to be sure!

He finally began to thrust up into their boobs, causing them to jiggle as he started fucking them in earnest, his strength more than enough to match them and give their mighty tits the treatment they deserved.

"I love it when you let me be with other girls." Ichigo breathed to Haruko. He pulled her into a kiss as they went on with their double-titfuck, and pulled away with a string of saliva between them. "I'd make love to every girl in the school in a line to brag about by cock if you asked me to." He gave Chacha a kiss the same, taking delight in the enthusiastic way her mouth opened up for him and her tongue readily submitted to his.

"Don't go making promises like that." Haruko purred. "I might have to mention this to those girls from Venus. You've definitely got enough stamina in you for all of us."

"This'd better not be the only time." Azuki called out, suddenly pressing her big boobs flat into Ichigo's back as she wrapped her arms around his midsection. "I want to do this with you at every chance. I want you and only you from now on." If Ichigo could think about anything beyond the massive, shirt-ripping tits that were smothering his cock and mashing into the intricate muscles of his back, he'd probably be adoring how sweet the usually hard-headed babe was being right now. But as it was, all he could think about was his endeavor to fill these elevens out of tens with a nice slimy payload.

Haruko and Chacha covered the several free inches of Ichigo's cock in wet, sloppy kisses as they stood proudly above they're bust valley. Chacha wrapped her lips around the tip on his pulsing head, covering his hole with the unrelenting passion of a french kiss. The stud himself roamed their luscious bodies, hands gliding across their smooth backs, and while one hand slicked two fingers into Haruko's freely dripping pussy, the other gave Chacha's magnificent ass a good firm squeezing, groping and massaging her supple backside with one of his strong, rough palms. Her delighted cooing was definitely not a discouragement. He gave it another smack and she purred again. He'd clearly have to look into this again later on. Much more thoroughly.

Unfortunately, their pleasure was interrupted just as it was about to end. Minori and Aki had just arrived to bring in more paperwork to Maken-ki, Aki giving Minori a hand, but the two of them entered the room at just the time to see Ichigo hold up his giant dick with both hands and spray down the girls with a hose's worth of his seed. They could do nothing but stare at his god cock as he met their gazes and realized he had just been caught. Fortunately, they were so fixated on his fat cock, their minds swirling with what it could do to them, that they didn't snap out of their daze before the rest of the girls could also realize they were there.

Notes:

Wow! Cliffhangers, am I right? I am such a douche.

So yeah, that's the route this went! I felt like some of these should have some fight scenes in them, just as a little add-on to the whole thing, hence the start to this even if it's not much of one. You can expect further fight scenes from future chapters. Have a nice day!

Chapter 5: Mai Shiranui (King of Fighters)

Summary:

In trying to rest preceding searching for the Armor of Mars, Ichigo discovers that sharing a room with the bustiest ninja, he doesn't get rest.

Notes:

Takes Place During Fatal Fury: The Motion Picture

Yeah, it took a while, but I'm finally catching up with my progress. Still working on how to link those two sites, if I could get a bit of advice on that, that'd be awesome.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Baghdad, Iraq

Ichigo wondered, for the 83rd time in four minutes, just what events in his life had occurred for him to end up at this point.

And as his head rolled back again, gripping the sides of the bed, after trying to get a look at the sight of an open-robed Mai licking the absurdly thick head of his cock, he reminded his hormone fueled brain that he knew exactly which events, as her massive jiggling titties swung around in the cloth that failed to cover her blessed melons.

The ninja of the Shiranui clan let her cute pink tongue take another journey from the base to the tip of his shaft, a cock so massive and proud it defied comparison. One of her hands was slowly stroking the back of his shaft, while her other was giving one of his massive, ripe balls a gentle squeeze. She next turned her attention to them directly, licking them slowly and planting cute little kisses all over them. The sight alone almost had the young man above her tipping. He let out a moan as she continued to cover his churning nuts in sweet little kisses.

He ran his hands through her undone hair, making another effort to admire her, successful in enjoying the sight of her as she suddenly decided to move back to his fat dick, and licked it's precum-leaking head before her mouth enveloped his throbbing cock and began bobbing up and down, a stroking hand accentuating every slobbery bob of her head. She was really trying to admire as much of it as she could, but there was too much, even for her!

It had started when the team had discovered three pieces to the Armor of Mars, and had set out to retrieve them before Laocorn and his little group could.

Terry, Joe, Andy, and Sulia had gone off to Antakya to search for one of the pieces. That had left Ichigo and Mai to go to Baghdad to look for the other.

Ichigo had expected Mai to fume profusely about not getting to spend time alone with Andy, but she had instead been her usual peppy self for the first part of the journey. He had been worried she would explode.

And she did. Just not in the manner he'd expected.

The first part of the night had been torturous. Mai had gone into their hotel room to take a shower. And she had left the door Wide Open.

Ichigo had known Mai for a long time, and he had always found her to be an unspeakably beautiful woman. Her long, reddish brown hair, her big, cute, clear chocolate eyes. Her button nose.

And then of course there was her raging, sensual features that no garment in the world could conceal.

Massive round breasts that jiggled with every single little movement, unless they were kept tightly in place, and topped by tiny pink nipples that were like pencil-erasers. They were perky, despite their unrivaled size, and they, too, defied comparison. Better yet they were a mind-breaking kind of soft, the kind one could sink their hand deep into as they applied pressure.

She possessed a suitably tiny waist, which only drew even more attention to just how big her bust was.

Then there were big, round ass cheeks that she could probably snap a bo staff between.

Powerful thighs, earned from a lifetime of training, yet hidden behind smooth, supple skin.

Plump, tiny red lips that did so. Much. Teasing.

It was all on full display for him as he had tried many times, and failed each and every single one, to pull his eyes away from the sight if her dainty hands running over her wet, cock-stiffening figure, rubbing her thin, finely toned arms and softly grazing her tits. It was torture for him to keep reminding himself that she liked Andy, and that not only would she not forgive him, she'd probably kick him out of the room.

Through the window.

He'd tried to distract himself by doing some basic exercises, but to no avail, even when she had just finished cleaning herself, and was now wearing her cute kitten-face covered robes, which unsurprisingly did nothing to hide the shine of her long, smooth legs, or her scrumptious cleavage, despite the fact that she was so short. His vision had traveled down to her cute little waste, and further to a well-groomed patch of red hairs covering the holiest of holies.

It didn't help that there was only one bed in their room. He'd told her he was fine with crashing on the couch, and then she did something he wasn't expecting: she snagged him by his shorts, yanked him into the bed with all of her strength, and kissed him full on. He didn't question it; she was far too sinfully arousing for him to think. He just gave into apparently mutual desire, and reciprocated as their mouths opened and close against each other's. She then proceeded to zip open his fly, and with that, let loose the raging hard-on he had been sporting for a good ten minutes.

"It's so big. ~" She whispered sweetly, giggling. "I've never even seen one this long before. Kami, I can't wait for it to be inside me."

God, he was going to hate himself in the morning. And Mai was probably going to hate him. Andy might, but he hadn't shown much requital for Mai's affections.

Not for the first time, and for the same reason, Ichigo thought Andy was a fucking idiot. How could he not treat Mai Shiranui like the queen she was? She had been the object of his pubescent desires since puberty itself began, but Andy all but treated her like anannoyance!

His loss. No time for thinking. Sex now.

That was all the recollecting he could do as Maid driving her sweet lips further down onto his blessed dick, sucking with fervor. He decided to amp things up, gasping as she used her lips to slowly take down every single inch of his king-sized erect pillar. He fumbled with the hem of his shirt, before she suddenly looked up at him, and winked. That was pretty much the last straw, as he pulled at the front of his shirt, and ripped it off like it was tissue paper, giving Mai the full view of the v-shaped formed by his sculpted abs.

Her eyes drank in the ridges of his defined muscles as she attentively sucked on the enormous cock that she was still trying to take in, and did not choke. She giggled dreamily at the sight, and the vibrations from the noise almost sent him over the edge again. She pulled it out for an instant to get air back into her lungs, and the sight of her flushed face as she pants and heaves is too much for him to take.

"Mai," he managed, in between panting like a dog, "I don't have any protection. We can only go so far without being risky."

Suddenly, she finally managed to suck down the last few inches of his prick, all the way to the base. That was here answer.

Fuck Andy! Fuck the fate of the world! The only thing that mattered right now would be bareback fucking with Mai Shiranui.

Suddenly just as he'd made up his mind, Mai freed his dick from her hot, wet suction with a pop, and looked at his rock-hard cock in puzzlement while she continued to stroke it. "You like this, don't you?"

He nodded wholeheartedly. "It's incredible!" He wanted her to know just what this meant to him, he didn't care how desperate he must have sounded.

"Then why haven't you cum yet?"

He couldn't help but turn his head away. "I-I guess I just last longer than whatever you expected."

"Definitely." She agreed, staring intensely at his red, pulsing dick and trying to think of a way to earn a nice gooey payload from his tower of flesh. "Hmmmm..." Then her cute lips stretched into a devious grin. "I know just the thing to make you blow it, mister." She slowly reached inside her open robes and cupped her humongous breasts. They spilled out from her small fingers like jello out of a cup. She spread them apart and leaned into the orange stud's dick, causing his eyes to bulge nearly out of their sockets as they were hugged around his cock in a pleasure choke-hold.

And so it was that Ichigo Kurosaki found his girth wedged in the great cleavage of Mai Shiranui's legendary tits. She juggled her soft peaks around his urgently throbbing length, wrapping her arms all the way around just to get her entire bust to push all the way up and down. Marvelously though, she discovered even all the way she couldn't properly bury Ichigo's mast in her love trap.

Ichigo rolled his head back as his pole was hugged in a one-of-a-kind titfuck. Mai's breasts were definitely her best feature, many would think, and he'd be inclined to agree. Even as he was letting them roll and jiggle over his wanton prick, his balls resting on the band of his boxers, he was compelled to thrust up into them, put in the effort himself to fuck the Kunoichi's tits as hard as he could like they deserved. Every time she wore that skimpy outfit, they bounced and weave about without a care in the world, and his gaze always followed them whenever he had the chance. Even more than her big cute eyes or her smile, he was always entranced by her breasts.

That in mind, he shifted around so he could reach out with his big, calloused hands, and gripped the plentiful sides of her jiggling bosoms to get better leverage, Mai's own hands gone down to between her legs to occupy her drooling twat. Her fingers, three of them, slid in an out of her needy fuck hole, juices rolling down her leg and making a mess, her nether lips quivering hungrily. Her mouth moved back to latching onto his big, pulsing head, bobbing her head up and down as she tried to take it down all the way. her mind went foggy with pleasure, all she could focused on was getting this big cock to blow a creamy load all over her and making a mess of herself, She squeaked when she felt Ichigo's thumbs flick over her nipples.

"Mai, I'm gonna cum any second now." The hung young man warned her, a familiar rumbling in his testicles telling hims all he needed to know. Mai's response of speeding up told him all he needed to know, as her boobs shook faster along his glands and touched every pulsing vein, every bit of wrinkly skin and sending his eyes back into his head as a final thrust sent a violent spurt of cum spraying straight up like a volcano, suddenly Mai found herself drowning under a fountain of seed. She released his cock from it's embrace just before her stud's hips stopped shaking from the body-wracking orgasm and slumped down on the bed. Mai, meanwhile, scooped herself clean and licked the thick, rich man cream off her skin.

Just as quickly, Mai found herself upright as Ichigo hovered over her, large, strong hands pulling her forward into a violent, hungry kiss. After coming down from his orgasm, Ichigo had had enough letting her do everything.

Time to be active in this wild animal sex.

Grabbing his pants and the hem of his boxers still around his ankles in one grip, he yanked them off in one tug and his dick wobbled with the erratic movement. His powerful hands grab her small waist, while she was distracted by the rippling movements of his broad shoulders and pushed her on her back, her breasts shaking in her robes. Said robe was quickly pulled off of her (surprisingly without tearing) and just as she's able to process their position, she is on her back, with Ichigo's well-toned arms hooked under her thighs, and his strong jawline in between her legs. He took a moment to admire the sacred sight he had been allowed to see this evening. Patched by reddish brown curls, her fiery flower was soaking with her honey, and he had every intention of tasting what it offered.

Suddenly, a wet, bumpy something brushed across her delicate nether folds, and she let out a cross between a squeak and a moan. It only took her a minute to realize that "something" was his tongue. She moaned as Ichigo's tongue lavished her velvety muff with his tongue. His pink organ ran in a full oval shape along her lower lips, licking up every single drop of her. "Ah! Oh! Ichi! Don't Stop! Ooooh!" She tasted just like actual honey. Forget the mission for the armor or whatever; he could happily die of overdosing on this shit right now.

Mai grasped at her own heaving honkers, trying desperately to tame the singeing fire as the stud widened the tight pink slit into a gaping hole between her legs. She squished and squeezed at them, rolling her nipples between her fingers. But to little effect. Her dainty hands could not possibly handle the handfuls of her heavenly bust the same way Ichigo's bigger, more calloused, and more devoted hands could. She looked over the valley of her boobs just in time to see Ichigo plant three fingers in her. She threw her head back again. He was just too good. This was it, she had unleashed a beast!

Her early desperate fingering had set her a very decent head-start on her own orgasm, and his act of swirling her tongue over every centimetre of her delicate flower sent her over the edge in the most amazing way imaginable, and she could only shudder and squeal in pleasure as her nectar sprayed all over Ichigo's face. His response was to latch his lips over her cunt and drink it down. He pulled away, and she almost shut down when he licked the last of her juices off his face right in front of her.

"Ichi-kun..." She didn't even get time to breathe as Ichigo lifted her legs and placed them over his shoulders. Once there, he let his grip rest on her phat ass cheeks. He rubbed her entrance and hastily slid his cock into her cunt. She climaxed right then and there, still plenty sensitive from being fervently being eaten out, but the momentum of her partner's thrusts kept her going right along with him. It didn't stop her head from rolling back in exhaustion.

Suddenly, she felt all of her energy return to her, and in an impressive display of her flexibility, she bent forward and gripped the sides of his shoulders, weakly beginning to return his powerful thrusts. "So big...!" She pushed with gradually increasing effort that sent his cock sinking further and further in and proceeded to add on as he stretched her pussy out. She threw her head back and moaned as he felt her violate her deepest, most vulnerable regions. It was not doubt that he was using every bit of strength in his body for his hips. She felt herself cumming again, but the passion between them was too great for her to even feel like she succumb to exhaustion this time.

Mai's tits bounced wildly as Ichigo rammed up into Mai's core with enough force that every inch of delightfully plump flesh jiggled. He pulled the brunette into another hungry kiss, not giving her time to breathe. He just forced his tongue into her wet, hot, silky orifice. It almost felt like she had a second womb in her throat that was being teased. A bridge of drool formed when he pulled away but she could only feel her breath shorter for the messy make-out. Her most life-threatening trials of stamina couldn't have compared to the trying of being helplessly rammed on his giant cock, much less the pleasure.

Mai pulled his head into her fat, shaking titties. He gratefully rubbed his head deep in between her soft bosom, until his nose poked her breast bone at the bottom of her twins. The bomb rack juggled and smacked against the sides of his face as her whole body bounced. She shook her shoulders, trying to smack him with her tits more. He licked and nibbled at the pillowy expanse in between, covering the pristine rack in love marks that would surely show, when this happened again.

Orgasm after orgasm wracked her body, but she still awaited her own partner's orgasm. As if ready to grant her silent, wish she felt his big tool pulse harder inside her, and her partner pulled his head out of her bountiful bosom to looked her dead in the eye. They both knew exactly what was about to happen. "Cover my tits!" She begged. "Mark my giant titties with your gooey cum!" Following her plead, he managed to dislodge her from her cunt (with a mini orgasm, as his head pulled past her fluttering folds), and as she got up on her knees holding her boobs up in offering, he stood tall on the bed and jerked off his big dick in front of her hypnotized eyes, and with a grunt he spurted directly onto her chest and face, covering her in his thick seed like a coat of frosting, letting the last of its pray into her mouth as it dripped in between and down the sides of her breasts, where it either dripped off or kept going down her stomach.

But he wasn't done yet/ Rolling onto her front, he spread her stacked ass cheeks. Her head shot up and she looked behind her with an expression of shock as he felt him tease her tight pink asshole with this still-hard cock. "Oh yes, please tear up my ass!" He had already ruined her cunt, she had never even touched her own backdoor. "You'll tear me up! There's no way it'll fit! Make it useless for anyone else!" She had always known very well the way he looked at her. Andy wouldn't even kiss her, and here she had this handsome young man who she'd known since she was a flat child who would do everything to her. No fucking way was she going to make the same mistake again! She was going to let herself be ruined for anyone else and keep him!

Agreeing with her idea he shoved greedily into her ass. He didn't wait, he didn't give her time to adjust, she wasn't going to remember Andy's name. He was going to stretch out every one of her holes if that's what it took. Mai came again and he almost finished himself from the tightness of her backside, but her managed to pull out, if a bit slowly. He shoved back into her greedy ass, working up a good fuck rhythm as her whole body rocked. He pistoned in and out of her and sent her entire body rocking on the bed. He leaned up until his hard chest was pressed into her smooth back, and he could see her breasts swinging even without looking any further than the sides. He gripped onto them for dear life and reveled in her moans as his hips refused to stop. He tweaked her nipples as she gushed all over the bed again.

She looked over her shoulder at him and kissed him desperately. His right hand pulled away from her burning tits, and this time, he let one of his hands grip her rippling booty. Damn, this thing was rounder than a bowling ball, but softer than a marshmallow. He really didn't know how men could focus just on her tits when she had an ass you could eat out for weeks!

"Your so big!" She whined, letting her backside smother his cock, and her thighs rest rather comfortably on his low-hanging sack. "I'll never get enough of you cock! I swear!" It was the truth. She had actually managed to catch a few peach-shots of Andy's. He was bigger than average to be sure, but utterly dwarfed by what she was feeling knock on her sacred entrance through a different angle. It burned, but at the same time, it felt so good she didn't want him stopping. He was going o fuck her until she couldn't move, and keep fucking her if that was what it took for her to own him. She felt another pump in her rump, and knew her tightness had the double-edged effect on him. She howled as she tried to look at him directly. "In me! Cum in my ass!" This was safer, but it would still let her feel his cum flooding her deepest regions. It wasn't he pussy, but maybe one day, and one day soon, she would know what it was like to feel the land of milk in honey, via his milk in her honeypot.

As if responding to her command, he unloaded another hosing of cum inside her ass, filling it up so much that some even sprayed past the desperately tight hole he'd blocked up with his magnum-plus dong. She felt like she would catch fire as his searing cum filled her aching backside. Their limbs turned to jelly and she felt him fall on top of her.

Taking heavy breaths, the strawberry stud managed to pull himself off of her, and rolled off, but it was unfortunately onto the floor. He pushed himself into a sitting position as Mai recovered and did the same.

"Drat." She muttered, looking over herself. "I'm all dirty again!"

Ichigo smirked, and stood up, not bothering to hide his cock, barely flagging. "Guess we'll just have to clean up together this time." With those words, he walked towards the bathroom, leaving the door wide open.

Ichigo could only manage one last thought before Mai fought through her stretched out asshole, letting lust take over and pounced on him again.

He hoped Andy and the others didn't find any results right away. They sure as hell weren't getting any sleep tonight.

Notes:

Yeah I know, it's realistically a bad idea to do anal without a proper rim job, especially if the man's big, but my heart just wasn't in that.

Chapter 6: Honoka (Dead or Alive pt 1)

Summary:

Ever childishly curious, Honoka just wants to experience the wonders of dick, and Ichigo is all too willing to teach her himself. It helps she's the SECOND super-busty teenage sweetheart he's met.

Sorry, Orihime.

Notes:

It's Ya boi! Back with more! I though I'd try more with one-on-one, since I had this one I've wanted to finish for a while, just like with Mai. And now that I've given you some time to absorb, here it is.

If you know dead or alive 5 and 6, try looking up Honoka in costume 7. That should complete the image. Yes, it's not lost on me that she looks startlingly like Orihime, but she is different. And she won't be the last of the franchise either.

Dead or alive isn't the only fighting game series out there, and some of you may feel it's not one of the better done ones, but it's easily gone all out for the fairer sex. It won't be the only fighting franchise, either.

Warning: Glory hole, Public Sex

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

He was standing at the urinals of the boy's bathroom. He had to back up slightly so his... limb wasn't just pressing against the porcelain. It would've sprayed everywhere and made a fucking mess. Anyone who walked in would've had quite a view. And he wasn't even there to use the urinal.

Right on cue, the bathroom door opened, and she walked in.

Her salmon pink hair still had that cute skull hair clip that tied it up into a ponytail which was more of an extra bang than an actual ponytail.

She wore a t-shirt with a cartoon cow face on the front, which is just managing to hold up her huge, beautifully bouncing titties. She was wearing those shorts which – somehow – held her ass without being tight and stockings which clung to her long, smooth legs like a second skin.

She walked past him, letting her eyes flick over to his stiffening cock. Their eyes met, and she smiled and winked and him, before turning her head forward and moving into the stalls.

Smirking, he took his pants and underwear off completely, and tucked them under his arm, and moved into the stall right next to her.

Honoka already had one sensually soft, dainty hand stroking his circumcised, arm-sized cock. Somehow it managed to fit through the hole that, by no small coincidence, was big enough for his actual fist to fit completely through easy. Her other hand was keeping her balanced as she place herself on all fours, her mouth just below the bulbous head of his cock. She occupied her mouth by planting wet, messy kisses over the throbbing, angry veins as his thick cock pulsed with a life of its own. Her softer-than-silk palm trembled with every stroke over the small portion her palm managed to cover. She positioned herself upright, and let her free hand come up to toy with her bra-less nipple. She bit her lip, feeling her undies soak with her freely running arousal while she licked and kissed helplessly at the side, and let her hand sink into her big, milky bra-snapper.

This had been going on for months now. She'd had a huge crush on him, and they'd been going to the same college for months. Then, during a day at the beach with a respective group of friends, she'd "accidentally" walked into the men's changing section, and he'd stripped before he'd even gone into his stall, and she just stood there gaping as his heavy, flaccid cock was out in the open where she could see it.

Even with him as the naked one, he wasn't flaccid for long. She'd lost all control, and the rest was history.

The busty street fighter groaned, just from feeling how big he was in one hand. She didn't stop showing it love, opening her mouth and plunging down partway, her mouth gliding all the way over everything up to the glory hole. She felt her throat expand violently to make up for choking on this pillar of an organ, even as she pulled away, she let her sweet, soft lips glide over him in a slow, almost teasing blowjob. She hummed at his taste, his musky prick a welcome flavor that had her humming with joy as she made it hard for herself to breathe. She gagged as she felt something jet down her throat, like soda right out of the machine, and she knew it was his pre, a big, whopping wad enough to be its own orgasm, a little sample she got out of him just by massaging his giant, heavy cock and certainly not neglecting his nuts, those big, pounding grapefruits of wrinkled skin holding his thick, tasty jizz.

"Oh, Honoka, you're the best. And to think it's just your hand right now." On the other side of the wall, Ichigo made no effort to bite back his groans of pleasure, or his sincere praise. He balled up his fists and ground them against the wall, pushing against it and trying to hold his real strength back from breaking it down. He wanted her to know just how much he was enjoying this, her soft, dainty hand vigorously stroking up and down his meaty mast as she made cute little moans, her smooth fingers tracing along his pulsing veins. He had been certain he was going to cum any minute now, as if he would only do it when she wanted him to.

She stroked his drool-slicked dick, this time with both hands as she panted like a bitch in heat. The salmon-haired bombshell absolutely loved losing herself to him, to his prowess, his stamina, and a bigger cock than she had ever imagined. She love how she dripped on the floor in anticipation, getting to feel and see his proud cock in all it's rigid glory, as she sucked on the head like a pacifier, kissed it until she was dizzy, and slurped down his fucker like a big, thick piece of candy.

She mewled in excitement. "Give it to me, baby."

Hearing her talk like that sent him over the edge, and he's soon cumming buckets into her open mouth. She kept her face a few inches away as it blasted into her face, some spilling into eagerly open mouth while the rest splattered all over her titanic boobs, flooding over her pillowy cliffs and diving into her deep cleavage, coating her stomach and spilling on the floor. She whined as his hot spunk painted her cheeks, and she felt like she would drown in it. She panted as her fingers came up, trembling in anticipation to scoop the spunk up and swallow it all down.

She didn't get a lot of time to rest easy. Her stud had once again been driven mad just feeling her suck him off without any way to taste more of her or reciprocate.

He climbed over the stall, his erect cock brushing against the top of the wall, but he was unfazed. He was soon upon the gasping girl, pinning her wrists to the other wall, above her head. He allowed his lips to come close to her ears. "That's enough playing around." He whispered. "Let's get serious." With one hand holding her hands, his other gripped at the hem of her shirt. He let go of her hands, and pulled it straight off of her in one fluid motion, her fatty titties bounced around, smacking together in all their buoyant, marshmallow glory. They kept his attention as they smacked against her toned belly and rebounded off each other slower and slower each time, before eventually sitting back into place high on her chest. He removed his own shirt even more quickly to gif t her the sight of his sheening iron musculature, and then sat down on the toilet seat, where he lifted her up as though she weighed nothing at all before dropping her into his lap, sandwiching her flush against his rippling torso. She moaned, already feeling the throbbing girth grinding into her fat ass, the head poking her spine in an almost ticklish manner. She instinctively rubbed her jutting jello-y booty over the flanks of his pillar in a primal mating dance, flattening her teenage butt cheeks with the pressure on them.

He lifted up one of her breasts in one of his strong palms, and held it close to his lips as she threw her head back and let moans spill from that mons-like mouth, her eyelashes fluttering daintily. "You've gotten your milk." He teases. "Now I think it's time I get mine." He then stuffed the perky nipple into his mouth and sucked fervently. She moaned fervently, taking delight in his rough lips wrapped around her light pink bud. She could remember the first time she'd pleaded with him just how sensitive they were, and he didn't listen. She hoped he wouldn't right now. She threw her head back and moaned as he nibbled at her pink titty-cap. He almost chomped on her breast bud, sucking so hard while his big, strong hand roughly palmed the other. She ground harder against his shaft in the hopes that she would receive her message to hurry up and finish with her tits so he could block up her insides with his log of flesh.

He cupped her bust in his hands, slowly opened them up far apart, and placed his shaft in between them. She moaned as his big, hot cock wedged ever deeper into her tit pit, and her moans only got louder when he started jutting his hips up and down to fuck her tits proper. His balls were quick to make the first smack against her plump under-boob, his enthusiasm clear in getting off on her pretty tatas.

He bounced them up and down, thrusting in time with the movements of her supple flesh, crashing in waves as his heaving cock stood far out above her bust. She couldn't help it. She came, her tits ever so sensitive, and herself already so very aroused, especially after he had sucked her off. Desperate to keep feeling more and more, she timidly brought her hands up to where his rested on the sides of her tits, silently asking permission to hold them. He mercifully allowed her to hold them and let his hands move down to palm her equally luscious ass cheeks.

"Your tits are definitely the best part." He declared, grinning at her flushed face, feeling her juices spill in his lap. "I like your choice in shirt. A very accurate depiction for my sweet little cow."

"Yes!" She gasped, massaging the sides of her tits. "I'm your cow! My milk is yours, and I only ever get mine from you when you want me to have it!" It was never enough for her. She always went the extra mile to offer herself totally to him. Because this attention, this total devotion to driving her wild... she'd do whatever it took to hold on to him. It wasn't a mutual crush any more; it was a total devotion.

She let a moo out, making him regret he didn't bring a dairy bell to snag around her swan-like neck. She continued to let the sweet, sexy noise ring throughout the bathroom in her dainty, cock-hardening voice of hers while he readied another load to be blown right out of her boob valley, not even noticing his drool splatting a drop straight down into her rack. Grunts continued to spout past his grit teeth as he pistoned into her bouncy boobs without holding anything back. She managed to pull her head back up to poke her cheek against his head, which smeared precum into it, moo-ing some more. She moved her head to suck on his big fat cock-bulb, moaning into the violently pulsating helmet. There was nothing less sensible than letting a neglected cock head sit unattended when it deserved more after completely passing over a mighty cleavage like Honoka's.

He came again, his hot spunk filling her mouth unexpectedly and causing her to pull away the one mouthful she had managed before she was painted again. It painted her pretty face white and drowned even her breasts in the thick, gooey man batter, sending the excess jiz spilling freely over and in between her slopes and getting her covered in his stuff.

Wasting no time, she stood up, and pulled her soaked-to-ruination pants and panties off in a single move.

She clambered back into his lap and placed his hand on his broad shoulders to lift herself over the steaming head until it was finally being coated in her wetness. Not waiting for his to break out of his shock, she inserted him into her needy cunt all the way.

"Oh fuck me!"

She came immediately, finding it was way too much for her to take, dizzying pleasure coming, but she stuck to setting her pace as her partner threw his head back in ecstasy. Recklessly did she lift her hips and push that turgid pillar of meat as deep within her as it could go, her velvety walls clinging so tightly they could have melded.

She bounced up and down in his lap, letting out a cute squeak every time his meaty cock filled her up and stretched her out. It felt as though her stomach was ready to blast open from the sheer pressure, but the pleasure was too much to just let go. She felt him reciprocate with his own willful thrusts and she thought she could die happy right there, especially if it was because he split her in half in the most literal sense. Another orgasm his her, and she didn't even have to feel embarrassed as he just kept making her feel good without a single complaint. He never did, when she successively orgasmed like that.

They breathed only to fuck each other. They were in the shitters fucking as every breath reverberated off the walls and may have very well reach out further. It didn't matter if the weren't alone, if they'd been caught. Everything could fuck off until she'd been filled with a nice cream pie and then they could still fuck off!

Her willing man hugged her close, pressing her into him and capturing his mouth in between his rough lips. Breathing was secondary, and his tongue slithered past her dainty mouth and licked over her moist cavern, and she couldn't tell if the next orgasm was just another in the succession, or if the kiss was just that tgood.

Clap, clap, clap, went her pelvis, it felt like a lighting bolt was running through her luscious cheeks. Her body had become well-accustomed to the fire that spread across her skin, the raw fuck having spread sensitivity to her entire body to the point the mere grazing of his fingers over her ass cheeks to her hips to the small of her bust-emphasizing back.

He enjoyed the sound of her meaty as clapping against his ripe-apple balls, and the feeling of her booty rippling with every thrust. He was almost painfully thick in her, to the point he worried he might be too big for most women. It was something of a point of pride for him, second only to the way she let orgasm after orgasm go off every time. G-spot? Forget that! It might as well have been her entire pussy was G-spot at this point, he was working her out so hard!

She felt her entire body pulse as his manhood throbbed, and she knew he was going to cum soon. She dug her heels into his lower back and didn't let him try to lift her off. If he pulled out, she would never forgive him.

"I'm coming!" He grunted, as he fucked into her ruined twat like a monkey. And wasn't that sweet, she got to hear it out of him first hand. He didn't ask her where she wanted him to finish, he didn't move to change their position, she was going to get it inside, regardless of what she'd say, or any consequences her "sane" self would bitch about afterwards.

"Ah! Oh! Hoh, me too!"

Unfortunately - or fortunately, depending on your own desires - their wits were recovered before the big moment.

He managed to hold it in until she got off of him with shaky legs, and she squirted her juices all over his lap. It was just enough to get him to jizz one last time, his cum exploding all over her back, even dripping down and off her round ass. Unable to handle any more stimulation, her legs collapsed beneath her, and she sat slumped on the cold-tiled bathroom ground.

"One more," she pleaded, climbing back into his lap and grinding on his cock, "One more thing before we finish!"

"What did you have in mind?" He asked her, stroking himself.

She whispered it into his ear and he grinned. With lust-fueled vigor, her picked her up like the princess she was, and carried them out of the stall. He set her on her feet, and bent her over one of the sinks. the mirror above the faucet showed them both in all their naked glory, her flushed cheeks and glazed over eyes as her arms steadied her over the porcelain sink, her free swinging titties as her ground his massive cock into her pillowy cheeks. His abs curled as he worked his dick over her backside, and his ground teeth as his powerful arms held her slim waist. Everything was on display, and they couldn't take their eyes off each other.

Wasting no time, he plugged his cock not into her battered pussy, but into her pink asshole, just beneath her wobbling cheeks. She yelped in surprise as he completely plugged his asshole, and greedily shoved in and out without waiting for her to squeal that she was ready, or for him to stop and let her get used to it. She only moaned again and felt her titties bounce again as he thrusted into the coil of supple muscle that was burning up trying to wrap around his python. He let his hand come down to squeeze her ass cheeks, and gave them a good smack.

"Ooooh!" Honoka moaned when she felt him make a print on her jiggling ass. Another orgasm followed as her mas mercilessly drilled into. "Again!" She squealed deliriously, desperate to get as much pleasure out of this as she could. "Don't stop, punish me more! Give it to meeee~!"

He was all too happy to oblige her, while he let his hands off her hips - she was practically already attached to him, with how hard he was lodged into her asshole. He brought his other hand down on it's respective cheek, taking joy in how her ass only seemed to bounce more and more from his punishing. He smacked the first cheek again, and she jumped in his grasps so hard her tits flew about every which way. The spanking continued like this the whole way

"This! Is! Incredible, Honoka!" Ichigo grunted as his hips slapped into her cushion-ass. "I want to fuck you like this more!" He drilled into her drooling pussy with fervor undaunted, his precum alone seeming like it was stirring up the fire in her gut and leaving her a mess of satisfaction and arousal alike. Her tongue flopped out of her mouth as each pump into her tight ass left her panting desperately. Not tight for long. Her hands came up to molest her heaving titties, everything from groping the enormous sides to pinching her nipples. She even popped on one of them in her mouth to suck on. It was almost hard to do with how his fucks rocked her about, and every time she came she had cum so far she had to keep from gasping and letting it drop.

She felt herself come again, and felt a special kind of privilege that she had someone like her orange-haired hunk to drain her out totally. It wasn't just any man who could last through her lips, her tits, or even make it to her pussy, and make her feel such satisfaction that there was time for the daring back door. And even without ever having the chance to know that, she already knew. She surely must have had a mystic force to thank for blessing her as the one to come across such an incredible credit to he species. She would go wherever he did in life if it meant he would fill her every whole for the rest of their lives.

This time there was no rational thought left in them as he blasted deep into her asshole, and her mind went white. Honoka's mouth fell open, letting the abused tit bounce out. Ichigo let out a groan of satisfaction as his lets stiffened beneath him before they felt like they were made of jelly.

As soon as his orgasm subsided, they both fell to the floor, him on his ass and her slumping into the sink before slipping out and hitting the ground. Neither of them were really fazed by it, they were too tough anyway, as their landings slightly cracked the ground..

With supposedly no more left, Ichigo's dick fell against his abs.

Still on the ground, Honoka crawled over to the stall and grabbed her panties. She slipped them off and pulled them up, not bothering to wipe the cum off herself first. She steadied herself on the stall walls, legs shaky as she tried to rise to her full height. Ichigo wasn't having any better luck getting off the ground with only the sink to cling to, but just most of his height was still taller than her.

He noticed as she put her shirt back on and the stains make her clothes cling a little tighter. "You know," he said with an amused grin, "people are gonna notice the smell left by the stains."

"Good." She responds. "I want to feel your warmth on me the rest of the day, and let people know I had the best time as I walk past. Something they could never give. Besides," With a seductive grin, she closed the space in between them and teased her crotch against his, before pulling back, "You're not done making a mess of me yet, are you?"

His only response was a returned smirk and the violent flexing of his cock as it slowly rose back to life, while she opened the stall. "In that case, maybe I'll walk around with a hard-on. Promise you won't get jealous if people stare."

"No way!" She giggled. "If anything, that sounds like more fun."

With that, she walked out of the restroom, trying to move with a sway in her hips that failed due to her insistent limp.

Notes:

Don't feel pressured to review. No, really, I love a lot of chapters, but by comparison, I barely review for any of them. It'd be hypocritical of me to expect you to. And it wouldn't really motivate me anyway, I do this for me.

P.S. Tell me my summary is wrong? I can't be the only one who sees the parallels?

Chapter 7: Power Girl (DC, Pt 1)

Summary:

It's not a good idea to mess with a Kryptonian on a LUCKY day. Even without knowing this, our resident substitute hybrid stud knows better than to deny a horny, angry one. The good news? Sweaty, mind-blowing sex with DC's bustiest blonde, where every motion has the power to split the globe in half!

Notes:

Salutations, Nations! That's my new trademark greeting.

And here we have my first step into western comics. I'm not in the loop with those at all, so don't expect references to any events. Or for it to take place before, during, or AFTER any events

Warning: Sexual frustration, Femdom

This will be my first time writing femdom. I've read a bit, so I hope I'm not overdoing it, or that I'm doing it noticeably enough.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

This was such Bullshit!

Sitting over the edge of a skyscraper in Metropolis, staring down at the ever-busy streets loaded with cars and people alike, and scowling so intensely she looked ready to vaporize someone without even needing heat vision, Kara Zor-L, alias Power Girl, didn't even feel bad about how, at this moment, she wanted nothing more than to just smash a bunch of shit.

Well, that wasn't true. What she wanted more, was someone who would smash her shit. Corny joke, maybe not even funny, but she didn't give a fuck.

And a fuck was what she needed, but that was impossible. She'd been unable to find anyone to have sex with, and she'd looked. Being a Kryptonian who could fly around the world at a speed that put light to shame had given her plenty of leeway in travelling the globe for a hookup. But she'd found nothing!

The problem had nothing to do with being hot enough to grab attention; if anything, that was the easy part. She had a rack so unspeakably massive, you could have seen it if she was facing away from you, all packed into a white leotard with a nice little window that showed that bottomless cleavage, so tan and smooth it probably knocked out thugs before the first punch thrown. In the event that she did turn away, you'd see she had a nice fat ass to match, in the shape of two perfect circles of doughy flesh that wobbled with every shake, merging into the perfect shape of a heart. And she was nice and fit too, with firm, thick legs and powerful arms, and a set of abs that had males of the species fidgeting in jealousy, rippling beneath spotless tan skin. Even the short cut of her blonde hair was a turn on with the rest of her. She was consciously a ten!

The real problem was something that might have been a problem for kryptonians in general; she kind of had enough power in her pinkie finger to scatter the building she was sitting on to the four winds if she flicked it too hard. Pretty much everyone she'd tried blew it just from trying to fuck her, when she didn't have to worry about snapping them off by mistake! She'd thought about trying with one of her fellow meta-humans in the Justice League, but they were either in relationships too, or total chickenshits even she wasn't desperate enough to screw! At this rate she was considering forcing one of them into cheating or even going and breaking out a super-criminal just for a fuck!

It was ridiculous! She should have had every man in the JLA on their hands and knees begging to break the bedframe with her!

The sounds of gunshots several blocks off snapped her out of her thoughts, but didn't get rid of them. She wanted to scream in frustration. Didn't these idiots have anything better to do than get caught by super-humans? Because there was no way that wasn't going to happen. It always happened. Yet the crime never actually stopped. It was just committed by new thugs, but mostly old ones, who tried slightly different shit expecting it to go right for them. But it was mostly the same. Wasn't that attributed as the definition of insanity?

Sighing at the digress, she allowed her superhuman hearing to zero in on the sound of a bunch of fifth-rate crooks declaring a robbery. Even without using her superhuman vision, she could practically see everyone ducking and panicking as the robbers waved loaded guns all over the place to intimidate.

She stood up and straightened out her cape behind her. She was honestly grateful these thugs never seemed to learn about what happened to criminals in this and every other city. Maybe she could tide her rage with a few shattered ribs.

Ichigo almost snorted as the robbers threatened to shoot him if he didn't move into the group with the other hostages. He decided to humor him and go over to them, even crouching with his hands behind his head. Wasn't that nice of him?

Going to the bank to open up an account in Metropolis should have gone smoothly. He was in America, far off from the calamities of the spiritual realms, and that should have meant he'd be out of trouble. The biggest burden he had was contacting his dearest little sisters daily, and telling them everything that's happened weekly. Now it was clear that trouble was wherever he went, whether he was directly involved or not. That should have annoyed him, but he found himself amused.

After the Blood War, Ichigo hadn't stopped training this time. He didn't even do time-consuming things after school, so he could spend more time expanding on the limits of his newfound heritage. When he was done, he wanted to be ready to face any threat and end it there!

One of his favorite parts of his heritage was that Quincies didn't need to leave their bodies to use their powers. He could basically fight real threats whenever he needed to. And these guys weren't even that.

Idly, he ensured that they were all in sight. Let's see, the leader was still intimidating the crowd right now with one other schmuck, one guy looked ready to shoot the employees, two were about to head back to the vault with the manager so he had to act fast, and two were trying to remain behind cover while they took a peak in case the authorities tried to screw things up, like these dime-a-dozen ski-masked clowns weren't doing that just fine. He'd heard a bit about America ever since coming here, how Metropolis in particular was a ground for superheroes in costumes who easily caught criminals like this. They flew, changed shape, moved too fast for ordinary people to perceive, and could punch through buildings. That sounded reliable, but Ichigo was never a fan of just leaving things to others.

Moving just fast enough that no one else could actually see what would happen, he applied some of his hakuda moves and sent the thugs sprawling to the floor, all just fast enough to get back to where he was standing, maybe get everyone to think he was the first to stand up once they got out of shock and noticed.

Power Girl moved in on the scene just in time to see something not a lot of other people could perceive. Some Japanese guy stood up from where the hostages had been gathered, and then, so fast the robbers never saw it coming, knocked them all out from well-thrown strikes out of a martial art she didn't recognize. When the last one went down, the rest were naturally looking around for the costumed ass-kicker that had saved them this time around.

Power Girl may have looked like just a wet dream in a cape, and been in a foul mood, but she was, among many things, a smart woman. She could process information a thousand times faster than any human, so when she had the bright idea to announce herself and fake it as her idea, she didn't need to pause, or even wait a full second after the punks could hit the ground.

To the end of being very very smart, it was very clear to her that this guy was a superhuman of some kind, handsome one at that. It also helped her get through the rage she felt at being denied for stress relief, in exchange for this strange new specimen who she immediately used x-ray vision on to size up.

Ooh, very nice. A richly defined face under an exotic orange, untamed hair; long, powerful arms with big, strong-looking hands, a set of muscle-wrapped limbs that strained delightfully as he broke criminal faces, as she thought back to breaking their leader's jaw; perfectly sculpted shoulders, connected rippling pectorals over abs for days that formed a lovely v-shaped as they connected to his hips...

Her aforementioned super-brain helped that being surprised had little effect on her, since she could get over it way quicker. So it said much that, when she got an eyeful of his package, her light-year-a-second brain couldn't help her expression do anything more than gape at what she saw. He was completely flaccid, and his was still the biggest cock she'd ever seen. He was absurdly well-endowed. Bigger than any humanoid being should have had any business being. Getting hard in his case didn't make it any bigger, did it? I shouldn't! It was a thick, tan barrel of vein-riddled fuckmeat snaking down his pant leg.

As soon as her brain caught up with the rest of her, she allowed herself to grin. Her tongue ran over her plump, perfect bow lips as she got an idea. Some people would call the very quick action she took an impulse, but those people didn't understand how quickly her people really thought.

Naturally, one of the civilians contacted the authorities, and the soul reaper himself tried very casually to walk out and hope that she didn't notice, but she lightly stopped him by patting in front of one of his broad shoulders just as he made to move past her.

It wasn't lost on him that she probably had seen some of what he'd done, or less likely, she was suspicious of some connection with the robbers. He looked the woman over, and did not get lost in her buxom figure, or the way she smiled at him, either like she'd caught her favorite sport or like Yoruichi did before the first time they...

Whatever she actually wanted, he just didn't want any trouble, like the kind that would naturally come from so much as knowing this woman's name.

He bolted.

Through, across, and over the streets of Metropolis, he made absolutely certain not to look back or go in a straight line. Eventually he allowed himself to shoot straight to the top of a warehouse on the outskirts of the city. How convenient that every city had some abandoned properties on its edge like that. You know the one.

He looked back to the city, letting out a breath he'd been holding, almost certain he'd lost her.

"What's the rush, sexy?"

He jumped to face the dreaded sultry voice, and found himself face to grinning, flawless face with the busty crime-fighter with her hands on those gorgeous shelf-like hips he was not distracted by. The Kryptonian took advantage of his stumbling and confusion to pounce on him in the most literal sense, chest to bust as her bouyant super-knockers knocked, and the two of them hit the ground, where she straddled him very pleasantly. She pinned him, gripping his arms low at his sides with strength that he realized he was not in good leverage to counter.

He could only stare up at her in terror as he had every idea what she wanted with him, and each was worse than the last, especially with that catty smile.

"Hi~." She purred, staring him dead on. "My name is Karen Starr. But you can call me Power Girl, stud."

Power Girl. Not exactly creative, but she was definitely one of those superheroes. One of the sexy ones. One of the really sexy ones, that was causing his primal organ to perk up regardless of his paranoia.

"I-Ichigo Kurosaki." He greeted. He was used to people both toying with him and going for the kill. This girl was no enemy, but she wasn't making herself out as much of a friend, either. "No alter ego."

"Funny." Kara-L responded. "I don't recall a gorgeous face such as yours in our city. You new here?" He nodded his head, not trusting his voice to say something stupid. "Well that explains it. Here's the deal, handsome." She immediately lost her grin and regained that scowl that nearly melted the city. "I'm having a very. Bad. Month. Somehow a woman as hot as I am can't find a single right guy to fuck her, and those goons were going to tide my stress a little." He did not want any confirmation on what regard they'd relieve her in whatsoever. But he could very clearly see where this was going. "But you," Her glare sharpened, and Ichigo was considering that there really was nothing worse than a woman scorned, "had to get all cute and grab my attention instead. But I'm honestly glad you grabbed it." Oh yeah, this was happening. Why the hell was he trying to run from it, to avoid public sex? Well, not necessarily public, but she certainly seemed ready for it, if that was what it took, as she bent over and he got a peach of a view into her low-hanging cleavage as her tremendous cans swung a life of their own. "So I'll cut to the chase: are you gonna take their place, or do you wanna see if you can handle the ride of a fucking lifetime?

He didn't have to think. He couldn't anyway. "Power girl, fuck my brains out."

Her grin was hungry, and he didn't know how much of him would be left, but he honestly didn't care. "Good boy." She very blatantly planted herself down over his crotch, feeling the young man's loins already begin to stir. It was easier since he was already so unreasonably massive. Well, she could think of a reason

She shimmied her shoulders, shaking her monumental tits with enough force to knock Doomsday on his ass. She smirked as she felt his eyes helplessly locked on her jiggling rack. No creature was resistant to her tits. And it just so happened for her new tryout stud that she was in the mood to use them.

She picked her hips up and dropped them down again, grinding straight on his cock. She knew very well it didn't help him when she swayed them sided to side, wedging his crotch in between her thick ass cheeks. She looked him up and down before locking her gaze on his hard cock, seeing it form an absurd bulge in his pants. She arched her back, letting her tits heave again knowing his eyes were still following them.

Then she leaned over him, and he almost flinched, but didn't turn away. His eyes bulged out of their sockets went he felt him kiss her. He let himself savor the tastes as he graciously opened his mouth for her prodding tongue. He knew very well what to do here, contrary to belief. This wasn't his first rodeo, between a few trysts with Yoruichi, Orihime, and even Nelliel, he'd learned the signs. But this woman, Power Girl was being particularly very aggressive, like "not-in-a-while-have-I-gotten-any," aggressive. Even if he didn't want it, it would have been better to just let her have this. Maybe her title was fitting. She was the stressed one, he didn't mind handing over control, he mused as she mashed her lips against his and tightened his prick between her perfect cheeks. Even if her did, she wouldn't let him. Power girl's titties were so obvious, nobody really payed attention it was perfectly balanced out by a pants-ripping ass you could have dived into. Squishing her Power-Booty into his lap like a seat fitting into a cushion, she finally found a good chance to make use of her door-frame busting shelf-cheeks while she sucked on his tongue.

After that, Power girl pulled away, a bridge of saliva drooping away from between them. She ground into him, and almost angry, lustful look donned her flawless face as she stared down at him through her short blonde bangs. "Don't get any ideas, you got it? It's your fault for being so scrumptious." With that, she enjoyed the feeling of a diamond-hard cock against her ass, going as far as to push her hips backward and force the cloth so far between her cheeks she felt it could just sit there. She felt him groan in frustration, and she liked it! His strong hands dug into the concrete roof, slowly forming cracks that would have lesser beings worried about falling to death or serious hurting, but Kara was pleased! All this grinding and he was just getting warmed up! Not just fast on his feet, strong too, fitting for those bulging muscles she'd get to run her hands over, but for now she'd focus on his dick game. Maybe she'd learn more about him than his name and perfect body.

She instinctively tightened her ass cheeks over it again to get a better grip on its size. She almost didn't believe it. It had already defied anatomy, now she couldn't help but wonder if it would fit inside her, as it's growing thickness was pushing her infamous ass apart. "I can't believe your this huge..." She muttered, grinding against his monstrous bulge. "I wonder if you've ever had a girlfriend to tell you how amazing it is." She reached behind her and felt a large, pulsing orb that she immediately knew was one of his low-banging nuts and gave it a nice squeeze that got his eyes rolling back. Something she learned, he had very lovely brown eyes.

Not a girlfriend, the man himself mused, in the gaps where he could still think. And not all of them told him. Yoruichi told him he was pretty good, but he knew she had enjoyed every second of it, when she refused to get up for several minutes, after milking it behind her defined stomach. This woman was far more assertive than when Nelliel praised him, and she never got tired of telling him how he'd worn her out. With this woman, it was like she was demanding him to recognize the gifted nature of his cock so she could take credit for taking it as far as it could go. "You like this, don't you?" He nodded his head, as much as he could when it was thrown back in bliss. Her response was to stand up and step away, even as arousal coated her right thigh. "Well I'm bored. Get those pants off, and let's get to the good part already."

He quickly did has he was told, slipping his jeans down all the way to his feet and let his long girth spring up and slap his stomach while he kicked the cloth the rest of the way off.

She gasped as his pillar wobbled like it was threatening to fall over under its own weight. "Fuck, your huge!" She didn't waste any more time; she picked up her heaving knockers, and wrapped them around his big, thick cock. Ichigo gasped as the top-heavy Kryptonian rested her breasts atop his great big nuts, which were so swollen you think they'd explode. The shinigami certainly felt like they would. Did she know how much he loved titfucks? It seemed like the justification of how the big, fat cocks were deserving of the big, fat tits they sought out above all other features. Nestling a thick, springy pillow in soft, malleable flesh was just right, and not only were Kara Zor-el's marshmallow mammaries as big as they got, they had power behind them to make him put effort into getting off, and still mind-breaking soft. Your wrist could disappear as you sank your hand into her titanic udders and they flooded out around your grip like pudding!

"Fuck! It's so hot!" Power girl could smash a skyscraper with her tits! How was this kid handling a proper fucking from them?! Not that she was complaining, he was clearly at least powerful enough she could feel the heat wafting off his fuck-pillar, and the pulsating of hi veins as it's girt dug into her inner flanks. "Oh ,and about you having a girlfriend to tell you how great your cock is? That's my job now. I don't wanna hear any objections from you, understand?" She said it, but it wasn't as demanding when a: her cheeks were flushed, b: when she was talking between horny breaths, and c: when she was staring at the more-than-half-portion that rose far above her tits. She stared at it with pure want, swathing as much of it as she possibly could in a great rise and fall of fat tit flesh.

She gave him that scathing look again, like she was pissed she didn't know he existed before today, but she didn't slow down the titty-fuck. "I swear, if you limp before I an even stuff myself with it, I will work you until you don't have the oxygen to kiss if that's what it take to get you hard! You don't get to go down until I get a nice, hot cream-pie!" She switched to holding her tits with her arms and pressed them around his prick harder as if to emphasize her point.

Ichigo sat up on his forearms to look at her more directly, even over his own dick and tits so big she could have missed her feet. "D-don't worry, Power Girl! I'll have something left over if you only do this once! Your tits are so fantastic, I might blow more than once!" Hopefully she's take it as a complement, and not a boast about the fact that a single orgasm was never enough to bring him down.

"Is that so!" Apparently she took this as a challenge, letting her hand come up to squeeze his balls, getting a pained-pleasure groan out of him. "You better not be fucking lying, you hear me? And recovering from being a quick-shot isn't going to save you either!" He believed that much, seeing as this woman had made it clear after a sex session that wasn't even halfway done that she had a very potent temper.

Not that she needed to worry about it. Any guy that could handle being nestled between her breasts shouldn't have been able to last as long as he had. She licked the side of it, but didn't do anything else, as if to tease it. Her hands returned to his nuts, though they were a little more gentle, rubbing the sack so as to coax it into letting out his warm, salty, mud-thick goop all over; an endeavor in which it succeeded in as she felt his cock pulse harder in her grasp.

This was honestly her favorite kink. She didn't know why women whined about guys who liked this stuff when they were capable of drawing men in packing less. Any man she could get in between her shelf of knockers either snapped like a twig under the raw Kryptonian might, or they practically popped as soon as they went in! This was her first good and proper titfuck, and she was glad to make it count with the biggest cock she had ever seen! Not soon enough did she feel the oncoming throb of his orgasm, and in response she pulled back and she tore her costume off altogether, revealing her gorgeous hips, and her tight coil of muscle underneath her immaculate rack. The sight was perfect for Ichigo to blow his load all over, his wobbling prick almost shooting straight up and onto her face and chest. Ichigo himself dug his fingers into the rooftop and left several deep cracks, the busty Kryptonian above him barely staying on her feet!

The sexy alien looked on as his pillar trembled, but did not waver, even as she took the time to spin around at high speeds the cum flew off her, uncaring of where it would land or who would freak out. When she stopped, her breasts still swung with enough force to keep Ichigo's attention, bobbing side-to-side, in circles and whapping against her one muscled stomach. "Good, you didn't flag. Better keep it that way until I'm done." She switched herself around, swinging her legs over his dick in a reverse-cowgirl position, so that her warm cunt rested over his engorged testicles, his chest against her back. She couldn't help but be amused by the positioning. "Heh. From this angle it almost looks like I'm sporting this cock myself, if it wasn't so much darker." With that, she rose up and plunged herself on his cock!

"OH FUCK!" She threw her head back and screamed out to the heavens as she felt this unwieldy organ immediately stretch her pussy out and strike straight at her g-spot. She almost took several minutes to actually adjust to him inside her before she began to heave herself up and down on his beast. "So! Full!" In the slowly shrinking back of her mind, she registered that this meant he could handle being inside her too, since his cock wasn't snapping like a twig.

"Your big, fat, juicy... perfect cock is going to fill me up juuuust fine." That angry look from before overtook her features again as she pistoned into him, placing her hands on his shoulders and looking backwards into his brown, glazed eyes. Soft, quiet, elated gasps burst from her perfect-blowjob-providing lips with every thrust, her eyes locked onto him lustfully. "You'd better fucking not disappoint me, or I'm gonna rip this thing off and stuff it inside me, since you obviously couldn't use it right." Huffing in confidence, she moved faster on the hybrid's cock, feeling his length fill her up and drag against her every spot.

The Kryptonian ground her hips back and forth, rhythmically gyrating her hips as she rutted herself on the massive cock. A soft and blissful groan escaped her lips as she felt his cock twitch inside her, feeling him press against her deepest recesses.

"It's so fucking big… How the hell do you have a cock this big?" Keeping her bossy, annoyed façade, she smiled and looked Ichigo dead in the eyes, smacking her lips. "Maybe I should keep you here. Take care of you every. Single. Night.~"

"Here's how it's going to go down:" She decided to make things official between them. " You're going to You're going to stay quiet as I have my fun. And, don't worry, you delicious man you, I'll make sure to be a fantastic girlfriend. You should do your best to not disappoint and be a wonderful boyfriend to me, understand? You're mine now, after all.~" She got a barely coherent sound of agreement out of him before she felt him hilt so deep inside that if he cam in her now her womb would be getting hit point blank with a white blast of spunk.

"Motherfucker, that's perfect!~"

Not bothering to be shy or hide how she was feeling anymore, the massive-titted woman screamed in pure joy and ecstasy as she stayed in place. Her body shook in bliss as she kept her tight pussy stuffed to the brim with Ichigo's massive cock, a delightful smile spreading across her full lips as she gripped the young man's shoulders. "Don't you dare move, motherfucker! You had better not unless I say different, you hear me?" After a deep breath, Kara leaned her head back down and looked into Ichigo's eyes again, feeling his thick shaft throb in her pussy, easily feeling it since it was the biggest she'd ever had, bar none.

With tantalizing slowness, she lifted her hips, making it back up to the tip of Ichigo's cock before slamming back down to his base, moaning loudly again as she hit it. She picked her hips back up a bit faster and slammed back down. Another moan. She clearly wasn't making an effort to hide it anymore as she began bouncing like a rabbit on his massive cock, her ass rippling like and ocean of booty-flesh. Her tongue rolled out of her mouth as she quickly and violently bounced on this massive cock, groaning and moaning as the building underneath them cracked under the sheer strength of her hips

"Fuck! No! Change of plans!" Biting her lower lip and gyrating her hips as she stayed at his base, the blonde looked into her new boyfriend's brown eyes again. "Your more than my boyfriend! You're going to be my husband!" The demanding in her tone was easy to hear as she bounced in place again, a wicked grin on her lips. "No arguments! My husband! My lover! My cock! All mine!~"

Rapidly bouncing herself up and down on Ichigo's cock, the perfectly buxom woman grunted and moaned with each and every bounce. The longer she kept it up, the louder she got, hot and heavy breaths becoming genuine moans. Those moans quickly turned into loud screams of pure pleasure and bliss as the massive cock continued to throb inside of her. "Fuck yes… Fuck. Yes… Harder… Oh god, you feel so fucking big!~" Each and every time her hips slammed down in her newly declared husband's lap, a lustful huff left her lips, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. However, the more he throbbed and twitched inside of her tight cunt, the closer she got to her orgasm, her first in quite a while.

Groaning and shuddering as she didn't stop bouncing, Power Girl looked into the man's deep brown eyes with lust and desire in her gaze. "I love you! I love you! I fucking love you and your big, fat cock! Cum inside me! Every single drop of your slimy jizz is going in here!" Just as she finished talking, the blonde woman felt him throb and pulse inside of her cunt again, rope after rope of cum flooding her womb and painting her guts white with his seed. Kara and Ichigo threw their heads back as Ichigo came inside of her, the feeling of his hot spunk pumping inside of her sending her over the edge of her own orgasm. Ichigo's head slammed into the building top behind him, a huge web crack forming as he did it.

Screaming out loud in sheer ecstasy, the busty Kryptionian's orgasm crashed through her. Her inner walls clamped down tighter around the massive cock that was still pumping cum inside of her, her hips stopping as she slammed down into Ichigo's lap yet again. "Fuck!~" Shuddering as the initial bliss of her orgasm faded, the Kryptonian bombshell bit her lower lip and closed her eyes as the cum finally stopped flowing inside of her womb. "At this angle, you're really going to end up knocking me up~!"

Power Girl kept her eyes locked on Ichigo, smirking and licking her lips. "Remember what I said, stud. You're not leaving me~. Even if i have to with you, I'll be there for you to fuck me just like this over and over..." She had a feeling it sounded odd coming from her, but she didn't exactly care as she could still feel his cock throbbing inside of her. She opened her mouth to command him again but stopped herself, smiling before leaning down and crashing her lips against his own. It only took one kiss before the busty bombshell hungrily began making out with her new lover, completely forgetting just where they were and what they were doing. Slowly pulling away from the young man's lips after a moment, the babe looked into his eyes, bringing a hand to his cheek for just a moment. "You're going to fuck me every day. You're going to fuck me so hard I pass out, and stretch me so far out I forget my name. And I want every drop of your cum inside of me. So don't disappoint me, baby~."

Notes:

Okay, that bit about snapping guy-stick's off at the start may have been a real turn-off, but am I wrong? These people ignore nukes like light breeze (as long as they're pointed at just them) and survive being crushed between planets. Is it really so easy to have sex with them? Even thought they can control that strength, how to you think that makes them feel, that you can get off but they can't?

Some of you may feel it was a little too short, and in fact a friend of mine said it could have gone for one more. But honestly, my heart just wasn't in it. I thought the way it ended was nice and ambiguous, a sort of "where-to-go-from-here" vibe. If this disappoints you, I'm so DREADFULLY sorry. After all, it's not like I have well over a hundred in the waiting, requests included, that I hope to not be distracted from by other things I like to do that keep me from guaranteeing I'll get through this entire mess before the point that I'm at the age I ask myself what the fuck I'm doing!

Gaaaaaaasp* Wooh. Projecting. You can't stop it.

Anyway, see you next whenever!

And THAT is my new signature farewell.

Chapter 8: Hitomi & Leifang (Dead or Alive)

Summary:

Honoka shares her extensive experience with Hitomi & Leifang, who want to get their round with his massive slayer. A two-on-one match with some sexy besties sounds great right? Here's hoping it's a more fair match...

Notes:

Salutation, Nations!

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.

Hitomi will also be wearing her costume 1, also of Dead or Alive 6.

Honoka will be wearing DOA 6's Costume 1, not that she'll be here for longer than the first scene.

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.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

"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 sweet 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 aptitude for 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 this stud would 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 fighter in arms, and crossing her arms underneath the swell of her breasts. "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." She put her hands on the swell of her hips, and Ichigo's eyes glanced down to her bare, sleek midriff, and the puffs of air she took in brought he heaving of her breasts, poking through the fabric.

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. The 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 upon her pink, pillowy lips 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 bringing out a nice wobble in the pants-straining curve of her juicy booty, 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 slipped 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 gifted 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 totally blut-vene free (he was worried using his blute vene would break his opponent's neck, if not send the red mist of his head scattering), 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... How could he face down eldritch monsters, gods, superpowered humans, 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 and a fire igniting in his loins.

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 thick hips, which had a split in the dress that left them visible to any who took a peek, as well as her smooth legs. Evening gloves were draped over her hands, and she wore gold bangles on her left wrist. Spaghetti straps wrapped the dress around her creamy 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 deep cleavage, so smooth(and probably warm), and bulging out against the cuppings of her big boobs. A single ring was the only thing between that held them in place, and there was another split that revealed a portion of her toned stomach. The last few things she was wearing of note were 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 jaw, her hands moving rather innocently to interlock behind her back, pushing her tits out even further, if you could believe such a thing.

"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 bitter sweetness 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 Leifang was responsible for practically the whole thing compared to him. Her eyes dropped lazily like she was trying to stay 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, her boobs sloshing about as he rushed to get them out of there.

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 a mighty girl could be brought down by one glass too many."

Leifang boldly splayed her hands over his suited chest and pressed her tits into his side, 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 titties with sweet pink nipples, he washboard stomach and her smooth, plump thighs and perky ass, god it was fat, too. 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 long long enough that overall any sane girl would've eun screaming, but this was Leifang we were dealing with, a drunk Leifang.

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 under their phat booties, offering to him the option of which girl to sink into next.

Notes:

Yeah, didn't really do a lot of mood-setting for this one, did I? More romantic than I had intended.

You know the drill. See you next whenever!

Chapter 9: Amora the Enchantress (MARVEL Comics)

Summary:

Enchantress's latest scheme to seduce Thor is yet another love spell, but it goes awry when Ichigo is caught in the mix. Suddenly the busty Asgardian blonde has a MASSIVE new problem to handle with no one to help her. That said, by the end of a good rough-fuck, she may decide her plan actually worked TOO well.

Notes:

Salutations, Nations!

This one's another request by my good man darkboy18. And after two beta-reads, a personal quintuple-re-check for potential errors and missing details, I am certain it's ready, fit for my newest upload in a while.

Warning: Aphrodisiac, Dub-con, superhuman sex, Ruination (Though I realize by this point what do might: that's EVERY chapter)

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

The shimmering doorway through space opened up, and no one else was there, atop the bland, uninteresting city tower as she strode into the mortal realm (not merely a metaphor of majesty). She strode into the living world with a single goal in mind, as her willow irises scanned the city from the streets to the building-tops, alert for the catastrophe she had set in motion with the attention of a particular hero in mind.

Amora the Enchantress, the villainous seductress of Asgard, had created a lust spell, more powerful than any work of magic she'd ever conjured. It could convert even the most devoted of lovers, the most loyal of men and women alike, into sex-fixated, brain-dead bimbos who would become her personal animals at her beckoning. The spell's intended target: Thor Odinson. After countless attempts and failures, ages of marking him as only hers, only to be trumped time and time again, she would finally have the handsome Asgardian prince wrapped around her finger, be his sole purpose for existence in his mind, and milk his dick to her heart's content, as was the human expression these days.

Her full, perfect lips clad in a green lipstick, curled into a cruel, ambitious smirk and she parked her hands on her vast, childbearing hips, cocked out to one side. And she tossed her long, wavy gold tresses out, her immense chest involuntarily heaving with the movement as she continued to let her senses spread out across the city, in search of her prey.

Finally, she opened a portal that took her straight to a mortal seaside resort. There, her beloved Thor was flying through the thrashing tendrils of the ship-dwarfing kraken she had sent to get his attention, channeling thunder into his mighty hammer. He was not alone, as she had hoped, instead Captain America, Ms. Marvel, Spider Woman, Scarlet Witch, and... a sixth mortal she did not recognize were keeping the beast, and her efforts, at bay. She idly noted black robes, orange hair, and a pair of swords, and that he moved faster than any of them, mercilessly carving away at the elastic yet powerful flesh of the leviathan's tentacles.

Ichigo Kurosaki, she seemed to recall. This was not the first time she had come across him. It was recent, but he had a habit of showing up to thwart her machinations. It was equal parts educating and irritating.

She'd need to be weary. If they came after when she used her new trick, it was too uncertain whether Thor might either defend her out of pure desire to be uninterrupted, or be too horny to care. She likely should have made certain with a test for such a situation, but she wouldn't get another chance when Odin caught up with her trouble-making.

Ichigo felt a certain satisfaction, turning the tentacle into a stump like a tree, as it fell to the earth with a monstrous thud. Finally, Scarlet witch had used her powers to render the remaining tentacles immobile by tying hem around one another. He joined Ms. Marvel in the air as she charged massive amounts of energy into her palms, himself building up a black getsuga into his larger sword while Thor collected bolts of lightning into Mjolnir, and when Ichigo swiped a white beam in front of himself that turned his black sword slash into a Getsuga Jujisho, Thor's and Ms. Marvel's simultaneous blasts struck along with it, blowing the massive, mythical cephalopod into burned, rubbery chunks. The waves up-heaved at the immense force and then crashed together thunderously to occupy the displacement caused by the kraken. As it's pieces splashed into the water and thudded on the beach, and it's less strewn parts simply lay in the water unmoved by the waves, Ichigo floated back to the sand, letting out a breath of satisfaction.

It was purely by twisting his body in relief that he turned to look behind them, but when he did, he noticed a green-clad blonde building up a yellow light in her hands a few meters above the ground. Noting the trajectory, he quickly realized it was aimed for Thor, and shunpo'd up to shove a confused God of Thunder several feet out of it's path just as the shot was fired, a beam wrapped in an electric coil. He inched back by what he thought was enough, but like static electricity, it clung to the closest target: him.

He doubled over, and hovered to the ground on his hands and knees as the unknown power spread heat throughout his body, but not the heat of being on fire. No, this was a heat beneath his skin, one that made him hyper-aware, in particular of three buxom women on skintight costumes in the vicinity, and a fourth buxom beauty, who he was, for some reason, far more aware of than anything else, his senses dulling just to make room for for focus on her.

Captain America walked over to his seemingly nonplussed figure, brow creased in concern. "You alright, young man?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Whatever her spell was, it didn't seem to work on me." That was a lie. Apart from his flared-up battle instincts, he was normal, but suddenly there was a fire beneath his skin, and he felt his manhood twitching to life for no reason. That fire only blazed when his eyes were on Amora, roaming shamelessly over her perfectly thick thighs and her tantalizing breasts, exposed just enough to drive any man or even woman insane with the sight, even the perfect o-shaped of her full lips when she registered her scheme had gone awry, quicker than normal. No man could simply look away with that kind of effect, and with the spell turning up his primal desires to the nth dial, he knew what he had to do.

"I've got this." Before the other heroes could protest, he shunpo'd right before her, and brought his spiritual pressure down on her to confuse the enticing Enchantress. While she was stunned by the alien sensation, he tensed his body, making use of his recent training to enter his merged hollow form, to bring down even greater spiritual pressure, which had her staggering back at this alien feeling. She may have had great magic, but her spiritual defenses were wide open.

"W-Wait, what-" Before she could try to put up a spell, he grabbed her by the neck and disappeared headed off to who knew where

The Avengers stared a the empty spot where they had been standing.

"Soooo..." Spider Woman spoke up, "do we help him? Because the spell hit him, but then he dragged her off like she was nothing."

"I would not be so certain." Thor replied, knowing her best. "Her trickery is endless in its obscurity. He may have been making it appear so in a rescue attempt; we must, at least, ensure that he is being truthful."

"But how?" Danvers asked, crossing her arms under her gigantic tits, squeezing them up. "He has that presence thing of his, but he always keeps that spread out over a wide space, so we know where he is, without knowing where he is. And we don't even know how to follow it in the first place."

Captain America, ever the leader, made the call. "We'll just have to split into groups. One of us hunts him down the old fashioned way. Wanda, take Carol with you and see if you can't use your magic to follow his presence. Just hope he's not in immediate trouble."

Amora's back hit the bed and she made an involuntary 'oomph' noise, her perfect breasts wobbling as the mattress shifted beneath her, and she tried to sit up straight to stare in uncertainty at the heavily breathing young man before her, who had seemed to resist some of her spells and not give her the chance to cast others. Ichigo had a chance to note his guest in her full glory, tall, taller than him certainly, long, ivory legs in stockings to bring note to their sleek shape.

His broad shoulders shifted slightly, and the split in his costume revealing the top section of his peach-colored abs. Whatever he was doing to produce this weight she felt on her shoulders, was multiplied by her beauty working on an actually enticing male, one who had just been hit by a spell that invoked unashamed horniness. She knew where this was going.

Trying to ignore the intimidation, she scowled, and stood up straight in front of him. "Listen mortal, I have no need to-" She was instantly cut off when he boldly pulled her forward by the tit - making her squeak, which she would deny to the distant grave - and he crashed his open mouth to hers, no hesitation. She tried not to moan as his hand sank in further into her tan banks of booby flesh, and his mouth reopened in a classic motion of make-out.

Her kiss could literally render a man her slave for a week. As long as she kept kissing them, they could stay her slaves forever. What happened instead was that same power with which she was not familiar went past her lips from his, and she felt herself struck with a lightning bolt of pleasure, like she could cum any second, or even that she already had, and then pulled back, a bridge of saliva collapsing as she took in his flushed cheeks and intense, glassy gaze. Her nipples went rigid, and you know she soaked her only pair of leggings. She was suddenly struck with a horniness, not unlike what one of her other seduction spells did. And all this mortal had to do was send his power to her erogenous zones through her lips, while somehow obviously not being affected by her kiss, if his horny glare at her was any clue!

"You're always going on about that dumb-ass god of thunder." He growled, his tone sending a shiver to shoot through her spine. "Thor this, Thor that... how many lives have been taken or ruined because you couldn't give up on the guy." He asked, before brazenly reaching for the triangles tops of her clothes, and ripped it open, letting her bra-less, gravity-defying tits free, getting her to gasp at his rough manner. "Let's see you try me on for size."

Before she could recompose herself, he tore down his robes, almost literally, letting his sculpted shape free into view. He was not as thick with muscle as Thor, but he was obviously a man among men, muscle-wrapped thighs and rigid, perfectly shaped abs in a v, tied together with dependable shoulders and powerful arms without any bulk that would slow him down, every muscle in his body was shaped by purpose, all beautifully wrapped under flawless skin, almost feminine in its smooth perfection, but tan and helped by the way his muscles bulged in anticipation.

And while his body was exquisite in and of itself, what really drew her attention was the massive, pillar-thick cock that pointed straight at her, hanging erect at a 45-degree sag, the curve dispelled as it bent under its own weight, a poised, fuck-hammer covered in veins as thick as her fingers, ready to gouge her cunt out upon the slightest prod, rendering it totally inaccessible to any other cock. Two great balls swung beneath as pendulums, bloated like wrinkled sacks of sand and no doubt ready to fire jizz from his meat-cannon.

Amora found herself totally speechless, and she made the mistake of forming that O-shape with her mouth again, a gesture that made the horny pure-blood hybrid certain of his next move. He strode forward, his dick bouncing with the movements, his steps snapping her out of it as she tried to scowl at him, cheeks flushed like a maiden for the first time in 1500 years.*

"I-I don't care! It doesn't matter what a... massive... reeking cock... you have- GHLERRRK!" Her monologue was thankfully cut off early by Ichigo grabbing her luscious locks and plunging her face down on his gullet-buster, making her forcibly slide it down her slender neck, making it bulge with ridiculous pressure. A metal *SNAP* was hear, and she realized her necklace had been snapped like some cheap choker, not that she could be bothered to care, as she was trying not to suffocate, gurgling on the distinctive musk of his cock, forcibly sliding it through her orifice and coating it in her spittle.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, Amora knew what was happening. The lust magic didn't just make one's arousal more potent than it could ever be on its own. It also compelled them to act upon their sexual preferences, a little something she'd decided would help keep the god of Thunder enticed even after the magic wore off. It was clear this giant-cocked- Ichigo... Ichigo had a preference for being assertive, for making it clear he was the big-dicked ox, and his partner was to do what he wanted. Being bigger-dicked than an actual ox certainly helped.

But right now all she could think about was how this big cock was stretching her throat out, and how grotesquely good it tasted. She made feeble attempts to fight back, trying to wrench herself free of his grip and find an enchantment that would entrap his nuts in ice for this, but her body refused; her nostrils flared to vacuum the scent of his sweaty balls, while she tasted his ball-glob still in his low-hanging sack, more than she tasted air. Her hands, which tried to push away on his muscled thighs, betrayed her, snaking around to grab handfuls of a rock-solid ass, and her lips folded inwards to slurp on his dick and kiss it at the same time, as it made a journey to his throbbing base.

By now, a very aroused (by the aphrodisiac) and confused (by himself) soul reaper had forced himself down past her throat, and was greatly bewildered that the Asgardian bombshell was only taking more of him as she went down. Her eyes were glossed with tears, but she was being force-fed his cock and still going, the base dead ahead! "Wait, where's your gag reflex?" In a moment of desperation, he slid down until his based pistoned into her lips, letting her fat cock pillows kiss his hips as she swallowed him entirely. His befuddlement didn't stop him from continuing to thrust into her mouth his great big balls swinging very rudely into her chin. "I don't get it! Why aren't you choking?"

Reluctantly, Amora pulled herself off his dick, with quite a bit of work. She looked up to him with glassy eyes and drool out of her gullet. "I don't have a gag reflex." She simply said, before willfully driving it down her lips, all the way until it was nearly down her throat again. She found herself held buy her head again, only this time with his hands holding her by the sides of her head, and drove her down harshly onto his prick with even more brutal force.

Ichigo simply doubled his previous pace with newfound enthusiasm. "That's so fucking hot...! I'm gonna love having you suck me off." He meant it. He wasn't quite sure how she was capable of such a thing, but right now, all that mattered was wrapping this bitch around his hog like a skin blanket. Her tits swung in pendulum circles under her, making heavy *CLAP-CLAP-CLAP* sounds as his giant flesh rod pulsated ropes of pre right into her stomach. He groaned like a bull, his nuts tightening in preparation to fire right into her sacred innards, and her Asgardian physiology allowing her to withstand his sexual onslaught and not break or flee as even the finest of simple human supermodels would have done before his bitch-breaking meat.

This was way more satisfying than his hand. So much so that he didn't pay any attention as his testicles ascended and finally his monstrous orgasm blasted through the floodgates. He came with a great moan, and since his cock was well past her throat, he hosed it straight past her gullet into her stomach where it flooded her gut. The fire hydrant blast of his white mating ooze was so great it helped her *POP* off his cock and get hosed down the rest of her with the remainder of his load, and she just let it wash over her until it actually died down and turned into a dribbling jizz-faucet.

Tasting his jizz on her tongue, she She wanted more. using a simple telekinetic spell, she lifted the plentiful puddles of his jizz off of her skin, even out of the floor, they floated there like rain frozen in time, before it all collected into a vortex past her lips, the mindbogglingly sexy use of magic getting a groan out of Ichigo, who the Enchantress looked up to see he was advancing on her, his cock still hard. Had it ever gone flaccid? Her stare at him was like that of a cow, as she was mostly lost on the taste of his man-milk, as potent in taste as scent, and she had to swallow hard to get it going down.

"Well then," He declared, "now that you've guzzled my seed, it's time to plant this pussy where it belongs." He grabbed her by the arms and threw her onto the bed. Lifting her up by her full hips, he dug her into the bed and lifted her legs above her head into a perfect mating press, rubbing his broad shaft over her pink husband-hole. The wet grinding of his veiny flanks against her ultra-slick cunt almost made her forget the point of this position she was in - breeding.

"Wait! No! Don't take me like this!" She pleaded, almost totally drunk off his cock, yet desperate to keep her tummy taut. "What if I get pregnant? You can fuck me in the ass, you can fuck my tits or make me swallow it all again, just please don't stick it in there! A massive dick like yours and all that potent seed? I'll be pregnant for sure! I may not even fit! I'll be broken! Ruined! Useless!"

If she was trying to convince him to avoid her pussy, she was doing a dismal job of it. You could swear he exhaled steam as he bared his white teeth in a leonine smile, and his grip on her meaty booty shelves tightened in anticipation that was gonna be met. "Looks like you're gonna have my babies, then!"

It was with those words that he sank his claws into her Asgardian ass cheeks, thrust her down on his cock, past the yowl of pleasure that slipped through her abused throat, and fit every last inch of his trunk-like cock snug into her cunt. She Threw her head back, as his pipe drilled deep into her core, her organs flattening out and her taut belly getting bulged out to make room for his dick, and her tits heaved in her face as his head fit comfy beneath them. It fit.

He groaned like a beast as the magic babe's cunt caressed his cock like a sock, even as he stretched her out and slammed against her womb like a battering ram. His hands relentlessly molested her jiggly butt cheeks, his heart pounding in his ears in time with his bitch-taming thrusts, unable to even hear himself groan in agreement with her feminine screams of ecstasy, and he slammed her womb like an anvil. Her entire body spasmed with every full-body pump, and if Ichigo wasn't compelled to the sight of her thrashing hips, her moaning-bitch cock-kissers or the way her awesome boobies flailed around just short of clobbering his face, enemies of physics that compelled one not to care, he would have gone totally blind with pleasure. Even fucked so hard, her long-lived body responded well to his fucks, her highly - almost unequally - experienced muscles wriggled intricately around his pulsing cum vein, while her ass cheeks pleasure-whacked his massive sacks with their mind-numbing weight, and a powerful jiggle that would have had a man on all fours like a beast just to see that ass... if only their will was weaker than a spell-bound teenage horndog with enough strength to mind-blank a giantess with his endowments. And Amora the Enchantress, for all her surprising superhuman physique, capable of hurling cars and crushing missiles, was no giantess.

The silky horizons of her thick ass bounded back and forth under the assault from his powerful hip-smashes, jiggling like rubber and sending ripples throughout her jiggly flesh that kept her titties leaping about, and slapping the bed as she bit into the sheets so hard she was tearing them up. Their abundant shelves sloshed against his muscular thighs, pounding like a drum, a mating ritual song that only boosted their spirits higher, practically melded them into each other while they groaned each others carnal praises for the sun and stars to hear, and fucked as though Ragnarok was within the hour! Ichigo let out animalistic grunts like the sexual alpha he was, taking the proud, egotistical goddess as merely prime meat! Her tongue finally rolled out and she lost all of her strength. Forget getting fucked to orgasm, she was squirting her juices all over his cock and his abs every two minutes, and he couldn't have finished more than four times in the last hour!

Sweat flew off their bodies now, with their extreme activities taking more out of them than a battle of days between them, as they were capable of to such a degree of ease that couldn't be overstated. The veritable domineer growled in satisfaction. "I've never cum this much! I hope that magic of yours is good for fucking, because you'll need every trick you've got, but boy is this gonna be fun!" He didn't care that she couldn't answer, especially since her physical response was to wrap her arms around his head, going through the gate of her thighs, and urged his head into her elliptical, brimming titties, getting him mashing his face in so hard he could have left an imprint, even as he caught a nipple in his mouth, and roughly bit and sucked like he was demanding milk, nourishment to fuel his sexual conquest on the sultry sorceress of Asgard, who was quickly becoming his first personal sleeve.

The haughty sorceress's usual look of narcissistic self-assurance was long since past dread at her lack of control over the situation, into a blank-minded euphoria as her personality was replaced for a vapid flesh-light state. Her every breath was a moan, an incoherent melody that she was grateful simply for this mortal stud sinking his dick into her unprotected baby chamber, and getting ready to paste her guts with his mud-thick jizz. Time had long since become irrelevant. Had they been fucking for a few minutes now? An hour? Several hours? Had they been so enraptured they had missed the passing of the day? She didn't care, so long as there was still time, Ichigo's massive, beat-pounding wife-tamer would be schlicking in and out of her cozy pussy if it was the end of her!

"Oh shit. Oh shit!" He gasped, wide-mouthed as he felt his unfamiliar orgasm approaching, but immediately recognized by Amora, who's coordinated pussy clenched in time even as her juices spray-painted his brimming, swollen balls like oil all over two weighty sandbags, the spasmodic rhythm, to his thrusts, the way his pace increased as he bullied her squishy pussy, the harsher his breathing and the rumbling of his cock as it was ready to open fire on her womb, pouring his seed until she threw the stuff up.

"Oh! Yes! Do it, please!" She pleaded. It was official. As she clasped his shoulders, caressing them lovingly, and kissed him of her own free will, (as free as a fucked-stupid babe can be, still speared on monster-cock), not only was she absolutely ruined, as no cock could be a big as his, she was hooked on the rest of him, from his attentiveness in fucking her brains out, to mauling whatever he wanted of hers, to how vocal he was - and most men were not so willing to make noise. "Get me pregnant, I don't care!" She even coaxed him by caressing his quaking nuts with the shimmy-shimmy-shimmy of her perky booty, massaging his sack in waves of ass!

And so she was expecting, but not ready for, the wave of creamy whiteness that boiled within her core, spewing in river after river of his simmering, potent spunk right into her baby chamber, a flood of oozing mess that bubbled its way out of her entryways and exits until she felt herself gagging on it, blasting it even out of the vacuum-sealed cavern of her tight cunt, which wasn't quite as tight. Even through his mind-liquefying, electric orgasm, the spirit prodigy pumped into Amora without mercy. Even while cum-slicked, his painfully thick prick stretched her pussy out unbelievably far, bloating her up as it kept her locked up and filling with his jizz. Amora's body seized up, and then rag-dolled against the mattress, fully awake, but helplessly winded.

Ichigo, for his part, fell forward and caught himself on his arms, hovering over the exhausted goddess, his sustaining dick still locked inside her. With a spark of pleasure at every move, he sloppily pulled himself out of her cunt, which gushed his seed all over the floor, until the goddess didn't look nine months pregnant with triplets. He stood back on shaky legs and observed his handiwork, still under the lust spell, but in a state of mind for appreciation.

As he managed to keep his cock alive and ready to bludgeon-fuck a goddess who was barely active, he couldn't help but chuckle at the realization that the others likely didn't know how he was handling her.

"Jeez," He remarked, as she snorted herself awake, and found her eyes on him, licking her cum-drenched lips, "the others would lose it if they saw this."

What they didn't know was that the group had long since caught up to them, and were explicitly aware of just what was going on, even when most didn't even have a view. Slack jaws and turning away summarized their reactions as they very quickly realized what was going on while they stood on a roof at level with the floor of their pursued party's room. Even with barely a glimpse through the windows, the sound of moaning, slapping of flesh and begging for more, with just a dash of unbelievable praise of anatomy that shamed the next person you looked at, there was much conflict over reaction.

Spider woman, for her part, was the one who had first seen inside, and had flown back so far that now she was at the back of the group, sitting on her fat ass with her legs partly spread as if she was waiting her turn. Given that she had a clear memory of the short instant she had seen, the sight of their new comrade's titanic, horse-shaming fuck-tube pummeling in and out of the helpless goddess while she begged for more and got her jiggly titan-tits mauled, it wasn't a far off idea. She barely even noticed as one of her hands slipped over her thighs and rifted towards her heated center, and nibbled on her plush lips.

Thor, who had not seen but heard plenty, took note as the villainous bombshell he'd been dealing with since before coming to earth was crooning over another man who was practically breeding her plush body with some over-pumped lust charm that was almost used on him, leaving them both devoted to painting the walls in their juices, all a product of their bodies so backed up that the excess was blasted all around them, reducing the room to a messy breeding space where they were strangers melding their flawless bodies into a pile of fuck-addled flesh uncaring of other purposes.

Captain America, ever the boy-scout, was desperate to find some way to stray his attention from the profane romp between unbelievably powerful entities, even hoping an alert of chaos would excuse at least him of having to watch this. They didn't even notice a group of super-humans as the Enchantress pleaded out "Fuck- fuck- ruin me, lover!" Just kept grunting, fucking, cumming... He didn't need to know he was sitting on her face, fucking her tits while she filled her face with his bloated jizz tanks!

Wanda Maximoff's face was as scarlet as her costume, as she crossed her arms across her bust and bunched the jello-y flesh against her torso, faced towards the direction of their private show, but looking away as if she didn't actually want to see. It was infuriating, getting to see a pounding of such a caliber that she automatically wondered what she would have to do, what it would feel like. Dripping bodies and lustful sounds, a harmony of superhuman rough-fucking that had her lush pussy streaming girl-juices down her plump thighs while she tried to imagine a cock as big as she had just seen, finding the idea of such a specimen impossible, but all too worthy of fixation.

Ms. Marvel was simply staring right through the window, bent over mid air, her thick, smooth ass up and a dollop of drool slipping past her huffing lips, and fell all the way to the street like a stray rain drop while her buoyant chest huffed and puffed. She slowly moved towards the open view, testing just how close a look she could get without them noticing. As she caught a proper view of their Japanese stud slamming hips with the previously self-assured witch and using her boobs as handlebars, she was wondering if they even noticed anything else, as she was grinding her hips together mid-air. She didn't even care if the others noticed her shifting like a brazen whore in waiting...

"W-well..." Wanda tried to shake them back into focus, a lost cause. "He's got it handled?"

"Yep! We don't need to be here anymore!" The super soldier turned on his heels and didn't even wait for them, even if he was interrupted. "So let's just be on our way-"

"Uh, actually, why don't you guys go on?" Marvel said, half-assed in hiding her pretenses. "I'll stay and keep watch, just in case-in case..." She breathed a shuddering exhale that wasn't helped by trying to hide pawing her own udders. "In case she's just brainwashing him further? Through sex?" She might still come after us." Taking it as an excuse, Thor flew off after the captain, hoping to put this awkward walk-in behind them with another disaster in the city.

"I'll stay with her." Spider Woman said quickly and shortly. "Enchantress is tough."

"Ooooo-...kay then?" Wanda said, or rather her magically produced replica said before flying out of sight to disappear, while the real deal was invisible, merely feet away from the breeding pair inside, masturbating desperately.

The blonde powerhouse flew back and next to Spider Woman. "...Think he'll be up for it again? Maybe with a non-foe?"

Jessica Drew licked her grinning lips. "We don't have any magic, but we can always ask nicely."

Ichigo had been mashing up her pussy for over an hour before her arms finally gave out beneath her, and considering he was still balls deep in her, he decided the damage was already done. The spell had worn off long ago, now the simply horny, mid-sex Ichigo just couldn't be bothered to care.

She managed to groggily turn her head to look at him. "I-I-I have an idea."

He paused, though barely. "What kind of idea?"

"You're... astral projecting, aren't you?"

The logic in him peaked through for a moment as his face became pensive, and his eyes widened in epiphany. "...Yeah! I never actually thought about it, but yes, I'm astral projecting!"

"I can do the same, with my magic." The blonde goddess offered, placing a hand over he horizon of her trembling breasts. "It will allow me to better withstand your astral strength..." Her eyes slipped over his muscular form, and locked onto his legendary anatomy. "Including your big, oxen cock..."

"Well, let's test that." He said, standing back to let her do her thing. He grinned lopsidedly. "I've done all I wanted with you. You got anything you wanted to do with Thor, exactly?" He didn't even need to use his name, he was just being smug.

The blonde, sex-slaved Enchantress looked up at him blankly, licking her lips and blinked, glassy eyes never leaving him. "...Thor who?"

Notes:

Oh you better bet your pale asses there'll be a part two to this!

For those who probably have a better idea of her age, I just know that 1500 years is still a long-ass time, even for a god. The idea being that it's a lot of her life since being embarrassed about sex, especially since Amora - canon name Freyja, I shit you not - is canonically a man-eater. If you know mythology, you know she slept with a couple of dwarves for a necklace.

And, to be honest, the plan for this fic was to make selections from franchises, but if you see completely new smut, you'll see how I've been spending a lot of my time lately: on stories encompassing entire franchises by themselves. Popular serieses with popular females, harem worlds... that sort of thing. That's right: I've been quiet because of writing over publishing! Sooo... be on the lookout for that!

See you next whenever!

Chapter 10: Nami, Nico Robin (One Piece)

Summary:

After a night of drunk rough-fuckin' with two strange seafaring babes, Ichigo wakes up still in bed with them. And then they do it all over again!

Notes:

I'm *ba-aaaack*! Who missed me?!

...Nobody? Y-yeah, that's fair.

I'm so proud I got this done, I'm only going to cry for an hour and a half! In the meantime... enjoy!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

His eyelids felt like they were magnetized together, a pounding in his head reminding him of a glove-clad street fight slamming he'd taken on his weaker days. Even as he dragged his eyes opened, his vision was so blurry he thought he was waking up under the surface of a tub of olive oil, and just moving his head made him feel like he was encased in molasses. It was only because of his otherworldly properties that he managed to feel an actual rate of recovery, and even then it only made way for the glare of sunrise through the half-opened curtains straight into his face, and he ground his eyes shut. Fortunately, he was still in the process of waking up, and the rest of his body was not sensitive to sunlight.

As he stirred from his imprisoning slumber and his body awoke, he noticed numerous sensations shrouding his awareness, so pleasant they almost canceled out his unforgiving hangover and the temporary eye-pain. He had morning wood, and for some reason it wasn't bothering his bedmate, even as she unconsciously shifted her thighs around it-

Ah. That was the source of all his other sensations.

Looking directly in front of him, he noticed the soundly asleep face of a lovely woman just inches from his own, framed by long tresses of ginger hair, almost as orange as his, though her scrunching brow and barely fluttering lashes told him she'd wake up soon enough. Her complexion was tanned, likely a frequent sunbather, and her button nose twitched was she breathed in. His arms were wrapped around her delicately thin waist, and he'd pulled her close, mashing her warm, colossal boobs to squish into his chest like bags of pudding. He felt her nipples brush against his chest, and he was reminded of his bulge between her long, smooth legs.

She wasn't the only one. A sensation just like the mounds in his pecs was mirrored on his back, and fine arms in fair skin appeared in his gaze before the settled down on his front, inches above the other woman's brimming tits. She shuffled unconsciously, her breasts shifting into the ridges of his back and sending sparks through his rigidity. A moan escaped from lips right next to his ear from a voice low and sultry, and he shuddered, but whether it was because of that or because he had two pairs of rocking knockers flat against him from both sides, who could say.

Face flushed, he curiously let one of his hands unhook from her back and trail over her smooth, spotless back, and his fingers ran into the slope of her butt. He splayed his fingers out over her thick flesh, his hand lightly grabbing their jutting, meaty swells. He was no simpleton; even with his dizziness, he knew the implications of being in bed, with two super-curvy women who were just as naked as he was. He reveled in the sweaty banks of ass-flesh in his palm. So smooth and perky...

As if hitting an on-switch in both busty beauties, the dark-haired woman's arms unhooked from in front of him and she groaned from stretching her arms over her head, arching her back out and pressing her buoyant chest even further into his back muscles, and his wood flexed with life as clean red blood pumped through it's thick, angry veins. It should have been way too early for him to be horny! The two of them rose up above him, and he turned his head to look up and let his eyes switch between them as they looked at him, almost not seeing from over the rising cliffs of their busts, which only rose higher before settling back into place as they breathed. The even bustier brunette leaned over to look at him proper with blue-gray eyes.

"Good morning." She greeted him with a polite smile. In the back of his mind, he pulled from the mud pit of his recollections a name to go with her beautiful face: Nico Robin.

The orangette ran a hand through her wavy hair, massaging her aching scalp. "...Mornin'..." She muttered, looking cranky at being stirred from her beauty sleep.

Snapped out of his spell by their voices, Ichigo shakily tried to return their politeness and get to the point. "M-morning. Anybody remember last night? I think my brain's tryin' to stop me, 'cuz it hurts whenever I try."

"Ah, I remember." It was the tan-skinned babe who answered. He remembered her name was Nami. "Our crew was just celebrating another day won, a fight successful, so we decided to out and feast. Some of us... got a little more into the booze, even played a ton o' the ol' drinking games, and well..." she let her gaze roam over their naked bodies and her own, and she turned red. "Things took us here, obviously. What about you?"

"That's right." Robin snapped her fingers. "The games invited strangers. You got swept in, as long as you could get in on the intoxication."

"We were celebrating another... successful job for our crew." Nami looked at her, then back at Ichigo. "What brought you to the pub in the first place?"

Ah. Something he wished he could forget. But the universe loved to fuck with him, so of course it was the thing he remembered the quickest. "I was... getting over a bad breakup. Found out my girlfriend was cheating on me. Hoped getting wasted would help me forget her altogether."

He was honestly more upset it was affecting him this much. Haruko had originally left him just to spite Ken. Shouldn't it have been obvious he would be the rebound, and then she'd go right back to that fat moron?

"She either found something ridiculous or she's ridiculous." Nami smirked, her gaze to a rather pointed focus on his still-hard dick. "I can't remember much, but I'm pretty sore, and there's something big that's been scraping over my thighs. Is that yours?"

Ichigo could feel the heat spreading to his neck, but shot straight up and shook his head, even as it stirred up his headache and he recoiled with a palm on his skull. "I guess the other guy was just... more of a romantic." He took a deep breath, trying to find some of the comfort he had been seeking in the first place in his... pleasant company. "And more bearable inside." He muttered.

The brown-eyed beauty who had seemed grouchy, was powerless to stop a snort and a grin from breaking out a the not-so-subdued remark. "What, you seen it?"

"I thought girls were into... this." He gestured self-deprecatingly to what Robin could say was the thickest slab of meat she had ever seen on a man. It made her hide an amused smile behind her hand, so modest with such a gift of nature. "Guess I've still got a lot to learn."

"Not all of 'em can handle what they want, unless they're a real woman." Nami declared, puffing her chest out proudly, as if he couldn't notice them enough, those round, undulating udders. "I'm remembering enough of last night to know we broke even."

Robin looked around, the buxom older woman making note of the boring whitewashed linen walls. There was a restroom with a shower in it, and the door out was right next to the curtain where the early morning sun slipped through, as did a gentle breeze that pushed them open to help, but also cooled them down from discomfort. "So, if I'm remembering right..." She cupped a hand to her chin, her dainty arm involuntarily pushing into her tit while the arm crossed underneath kept her breasts platformed. "We're in a motel across from the tavern, right? Your friends have to be wondering where you are."

"Nami, right?" He said, ignoring the question. "And Nico Robin?"

"And you..." Nico smiled at him again, responding like a kid treating name-remembering as a guessing game. "Are Ichigo." She swung her legs of the mattress they had shared, standing tall at six feet, two inches. The five-and-a-half foot Nami stood up following her example, and Ichigo finally got a good view of their exquisite, bouncing booties as they were faced away from him. "So, any plans after this?"

He looked up at her hoping neither noticed. He'd finally remembered that Nami was temperamental, and if she caught someone staring, they'd know. And so would any in the immediate vicinity "I figured I'd try to collect my bearings and get back home, if I find a ship willing to take me as far from this town as possible."

"Sounds like a plan." Robin smiled coyly at him over her shoulder. "But maybe you should wash up first. Wouldn't want you strolling through the streets stinking of bare-backed sex, would you?" He quickly shook his head. "I though not. Now please excuse us." She grabbed Nami by the hand, "The ladies will have to go first, since there's two of us. ~Nooo peaking now~." And with a strut-off on those hypnotically rolling shelf-hips, pulling along a half-reluctant Nami, Robin took them both in the bathroom and shut the door behind them.

All alone in the one-bed room, Ichigo couldn't help but think of what magnificent breasts his bed mates had, and what a shame he wasn't getting easy eyefuls of them anymore. But as his memory was finally serving him at it's best, he had gotten way more than that. Maybe Nami didn't even mind him getting an eyeful, it's not like he was being subtle about it.

Closing his eyes, he let his memory's take him away while his hands traveled to the trunk of his throbbing hog. "Flexing" was more like it, the twitches of this monstrous limb more comparable to the tensing of a muscular arm than simply the twitching of a hard cock. His hands slowly began to pump the expanse of his pussy-gouger, or as much as he could. He could see it now, when Robin had started hitting on him, pushing her overflowing boobs into his arm until they spilled out and over his bicep; Nami riding her bandwagon, unused to being interested in a man in such a way, but her heaving, shirtless tits and her thick, wriggling hips getting his attention just fine. The two of them dragging him into an alley just to ditch the riff raff. Their flattering expressions of awe at the sight of his mammoth dong, thumping out of his robes, while they instantly got on their hands and knees and tried to fit it into their mouths.

He had been so unused to having this kind of hold over a woman, his first time as an alpha male, while he recklessly grabbed their bloated honkers and-

He heard the bathroom door open, and instinctively he let go of his pulsating manhood, trying with little success to make it look like he just still had a boner, and hadn't been desperately jerking off. He turned to those who entered, and his eye's bugged out of his head, his face flushed and his heart picking up its pace while his unwavering morning wood bulged, this time popping a massive load of pre from the tip.

They had dried off, but they weren't wearing towels, and now their slim, ultra-buxom bodies were bare before his lucky eyes. Nami was glaring at him, cheeks flushed and arms crossed over her megaboobs. She apparently thought he'd had enough, but all her "covering" did was squish her mounds into her torso and get them spilling around her limbs. Robin, simply had her hands on her hips, observing his twitching missile-cock, which had Ichigo squirming under both their gazes, but not so much so that he could look away from the shine of their skin, or Robin's lucky hands mounted on her childbearing hips.

He didn't move as they strode over and sat down on either side of him. "How forward." He really hoped he was the only one who heard his voice cracking, but it would be fair considering they weren't hiding their bodies, nor their staring.

"You're one to talk." Nami retorted, not breaking eye contact with his erection, despite her futile attempt at modesty. "No pants?"

"Say," Robin said, reaching out and stroking his trunk-length with one of her hands, "let's make an experience we'll remember this time."

The man of the day was certainly not going to argue, as he pulled Nami down to his other side and pulled her into a breathtaking kiss. He wrapped one arm around her and pressed her plentiful breasts flat into his abs, and while there was some surprised resistance, she still eagerly responded, nipples stiffening until they almost inverted themselves pressing into his bronze skin. She eagerly locked lips with him, feeling his other hand run through her wavy tangerine tresses.

Pulling away from the make-out, he turned over to Robin, who readily met his lips with hers without breaking away from the hand job. A miffed Nami locked eyes determined with his huge, twitching tube and took one of his balls into her hands. She gently cupped the enormous mango-testicle, lifted it slightly and caressed it in her overflowed palm, and licked the bottom half of his length that Robin's hand weren't reaching. He suddenly felt her push harder against his kiss, and then realized her other hand was squeezing his ass. The gasp he let out when she squeezed his ball-flank let her dive into his open out while Robin's hands traced his python. The Hana Hana woman gently palmed the sides of his manhood, with just her two hands, one on his flank, and the other on the back of his cock. She decided she'd used her powers when he was deeper in it, letting the mood take away his confusion. He could certainly learn the uses of so many hands to trace his harsh, muscular body, enough hands to finally touch all sides of his cock, which had likely only been fully occupied when he was drilling into some poor woman's unprotected cunt, digging so deep while his balls spanked her cheeks and got a return of ripples across his pelvis... she created a hand on her pelvis, letting it reach down to fist into her cunt. Jilling wasn't enough, she'd need at least her arm for this thing to fit inside her!

Ichigo laid out on his back, forcing Nami and Robin to shift onto the bed to continued jerking him off. Nami's pace increased, and she finally licked his bulbous head and took it passed her lips. Her hands each cupped one side of his throbbing urethra, caressing the inner ball-flanks in tandem to keep up the pleasure. She had spent so long going without a man she'd forgotten what it was like to have all the focus on her. She was not losing out to Robin after her first fuck in ages! It was bad enough she was stuck on a crew with a pervert, a sword-ophile, and a kid among others, but her enormous tits, envied and sought after across many kingdoms, were beset by the pair right across from her, on a woman who somehow bore them with total composure and elegance! If she had to break out her big guns to have this canon emptying her way, she'd do it!

Ichigo finally broke away from the sloppy, horny make-out with Robin, and let out a contented sigh as he felt their supple palms across the expanse of his rock-cutting erection. But it wasn't enough. He had slept between them all night, painfully hard as he had practically worn their boobs! He needed to take a more active role, now. He shot his hands out and clasped them around her tiny waist. She squeaked as she was lifted above him on a whim, and moaned as she was put back down ass-first onto his face, his nose shoved into her clit while she wriggled her hips in adjustment, causing the flanks of her ass to mush against his cheeks as he journeyed into her fleshy depths. He puckered up and kissed her on the lips - her lower lips - as he inhaled the natural musk of her arousal soaking his emerging tongue.

Fiery little Nami was first!

Nami stretched one thigh out and wedged her stud's face in between her luscious ass. She crooned softly when he gently blew on the nub above her eager clit, and it became more drawn-out when he smothered her puffy lips in a sweet "kiss."

"Ooooh." her back arched out, making her pillowy melons heave and jiggle with the movements.

Her eyelashes fluttered, her vast breasts billowing out impressively with her hefty breaths. Her thick thighs trembled and her stomach coiled up in anticipation, her entire body was trying to adapt as best it could, to embrace this level of pleasure which she had never felt, a rising tide of hear like a wave crashing all over her. She leaned forward, attempting to gain some balance by putting her hands on his abs, her arms being close together bunching up her enormous milkers. Her eyes started crossing in pleasure and she couldn't let that happen, just because this stud was burying himself in her ballooning booty meat and eating her pussy out like it was the last meal on earth! She chose to focus on the one thing that made sense: his body, so her eyes went to his fat dick, which she was now seeing covered in hands! Nico Robin had six pairs of hands, springing out from her sides and caressing every flank of Ichigo's titanic meat, while she was sucking on his bulbous, pulsating tip, her neck rippling like she was already drinking down his precum.

Two pairs were massaging his brimming nuts from the top and bottom, and the other four were massaging a spiraling path around his monstrous shaft, smoothing their palms other the flanks of Ichigo's angry, throbbing mass. Her eyes were closed as she amorously made out with his piss slit, her mind focused entirely on getting this shaft to blow a nice, hot load of his sludgy jizz straight from his tanks. She licked her lips, and then the crown of his "king."

Ichigo didn't care if he suffocated, he preferred the stench coming from inside Nami over air. And the swarm of arms crowding his schlong was the best hand-job he'd ever had, considering no one pair could hold it. As they smoothed over his chunky slab of fuck meat, and massaged his balls like they wanted to marry them, he could feel himself heaving harder and harder, and every inhale of Nami's sex-stench only brought him closer than he'd ever been with such basic petting, albeit not this many cock-hardening soft palms over his slab. He practically humped into Nico Robin's squeezes and palm-smoothing, and he could feel himself inch closer and closer towards sweet release number one.

The sexy cat burglar let her mouth hang in disbelief for a moment, before she clenched her jaw shut, her eyes narrowing and her lips set in a determined line, and she bent over, across the expanse of his abs until she was face to face with the backside of his burly cock. Her buoyant tits were pancaked into his stomach - a nice first step, she decided - and she let her tongue slither past her lips, to lick his veiny bridge. The bottom section not covered by the tandem handjob was lathered by Nami's long, pink tongue, her wet, slippery organ slithering over his thick hilt and tasting the pulsating veins underneath.

Smothered by the attention of these ravishing seafaring beauties, Ichigo could not last forever, he suddenly rutted into Nico Robin's palms, grinding faster and faster until his hot white seed BURST from his cock-tip, painting half of Robin's face with his abundant cock-milk as she pulled back, gasping in shock, totally unprepared for a load of this magnitude. And Nami felt her back showered in cum, and she was caught between gasping at the nice hot jizz-bath on her back, and pouting at being so obviously upstaged by her shipmate. A competitive fire blazed within her, a war torch in her mind, a declaration that Robin had gotten ahead of her for the first and last time today!

She took a moment to sit up and look back at her heavily breathing partner, fresh off an orgasm. "You're handsome, you make 'hung like a horse' look like a joke, you like eating pussy, and you're good at it?" She remarked incredulously, wriggling her hips, and totally not grinding her moist cunt against his muscles. "Spare me the weak excuses; you're ex is missing out. I'm not about to make the same mistake."

Nami suddenly found her arms pinned at her sides, and saw several of Robin's arms had appeared from her torso and wrapped around them, effectively pining her limbs to her sides. "Robin, what are you doing?!"

"Relax, Nami." The thick ravenette purred. Arms appeared out of Robin's sides to grab Nami by the waste, "Let's give our generous partner here something her can really enjoy." And so she allowed the waste arms to grab Nami's sides, and pulled the two of them together until Ichigo's unwavering dick was packed tight between their massive titty-squeeze.

"Ahh!" Nami cried out, as she felt one of Robin's hands go wrist deep in her soaked pussy. "R-Robin, what- seriously, wrapping me up is one thing, but- ooooh~?!" She struggled as it drove deep into her, but it was feeling better and better, Robin's methodical limb brushing against her every crevice, helped probably by the fact that she had, after all, been fucked that deep just last night. That might have even been why she'd passed right out then and there!

"You'll need at least this much if you really want to take him." Robin lectured. "I've been doing it since I had my first two hands on his bitch breaker." Nami didn't even retort as she wriggled with the fist reaching into her guts, and Robin wanted to snigger.

"Shit!" Ichigo's head rolled back as Robin held Nami and herself together to mash their knockers around his stud cock. "Are we sure I'm not still asleep? This has got to be the wet dream of a lifetime!" He continued to mindlessly pump his hips and grind through the plush opening as their burdensome bra-stretchers pushed into the pulsating veins dragging across their depths.

"It's a dream come true, handsome." Robin purred, as she shifted herself up and down, moving a captive-yet-involved Nami along, who was now silently content in staring at the monstrous cannon, and letting sweet little moans past her lips as the pulsing heat surged through her boobs while it's girth pressed into them. "I take it you like this?"

Ichigo's hands were not longer content with holding his body up and digging into the mattress. He let upper his body fall without them under them and while one arched out to smack Nami's ass, letting her butt cheeks bounce with the force, getting a moan out of the blushing beauty, who was finally caring less and less about coming out on top as her tits were fucked and her honey hole was loosened up by robin's spare fist. "I fucking love it!" He growled, letting both hands come up to fondle the excess flanks of their breasts, letting his fingers sink deep. It only aroused him more, knowing their milk tanks could have swallowed his wrist, and it drove him to ensure he ravaged every square inch-of their pornstar-surpassing bodies with this same force. "Your tits are the best!"

Ichigo had never known heaven in this shape! As short as his relationship with Haruko had been, their sex life had been even shorter. She's always whined about him being too big, how she could always handle Ken-chan, which really pissed him off. And when he'd (awkwardly) tried to fuck her tits, she was so clumsy, just shifting her tits up and down. But these two were even bigger, as impossible as that seemed, and way more skilled! They knew what they were doing, massaging his megapecker with their ultra-warm milk pillows, embracing each other and making an even tighter titty-pussy. What was more, he knew their tight, fit bellies could handle his massive dick, even as they bulged out trying to tame his persisting veiny bridge, and they'd milk him, he'd make sure of it! It was his job to return the favor to give them a mind-wiping rough-fuck. It was only fair, after all.

"~Mmmmm, It's not so bad from our end either." Nami confessed, marveling at the way his club-sized meat stood tall over them - a feat the heftiest of cocks had no hope of with just one their giant pairs of boobs. She leaned forward and smooched it, causing it to twitch against her face. She only continued to lean in and plant kisses all over, painting its flanks with her drool. "mwah* Your cock is so big... and so hot..." She yelped as a big shot of his glop spat from his tip and landed on the top of her bulging flesh. Her kisses didn't stop, nor did they get any less "I hope you have as much for us now as last night. I came my brains out."

"And more, now that I'm awake." Ichigo promised. "Long as you keep going until I burst. I promise I can go further after- that!" He almost didn't get the last word out when he suddenly let another gargantuan load from his elephantine piss-cannon and it arched in a pearly fountain far above them, white goop raining down on them heavily, and they tilted their heads up, mouths open to catch his dick-slime, and they were so successful they had to swallow several times until his orgasm died down to a simple glob-stream from his gasping tip. Ichigo's body was almost jelly as he de-tensed with his even greater orgasm, blowing enough already for an orgy. And he wasn't satisfied, not even close!

"You weren't kidding~." Robin crooned, scooping up some from her bosom, and popping it past her lips with a *gulp.* "This is more than I remember swallowing." Robin fed herself the sludge by the handful as she scooped it off himself with his manifested hands. She wiped it completely off her lips and felt herself heat up, so wound up that she felt like if she didn't get pussy-gaped by Ichigo soon, she was going to snap.

"Enough talking about it then and now, let's keep it going!" Ichigo barked, shoving himself upright. He looked between them, glazed eyes narrowing as he looked between them, a lion choosing his gazelles. "How do we decide who goes first?" The wet-pussied bitches looked like they were going to struggle to convince him of their own choice, but Robin paused... and she forced herself not to grin outward as she got an idea.

"Nami, why don't you go first?" Robin decided modestly. The funny thing was, she wasn't even technically asking her, she was just making her available to be fuck-drilled on Mega-dong, what with how Nami accompanied this by shoving her ass high above her in the air, breasts swinging and face almost smooshed into the floor, looking back at him with a girl who was practically madly in love. "I don't mind, just don't shut me out." She even helped Nami by using two arms manifested on Nami's waist to hook the sides of her pussy and spread them wide open, giving the stud a clear shot of her slobber-hole. He grabbed her by her warm, pillowy ass-mountains, and pulled his hips back... and with the head pushing through her entrance, he shoved his drooling cock into her like a monkey and went straight to horny beast mode! Nami could only scream as she experienced the beginning of being pounded silly, her poor cunt already decidedly gaped by Ichigo's super-strength thrusts, his unbearable size, and the way she herself pushed against him, because she didn't want him to stop punishing her mush-pussy with his stallion-dwarfing cock!

No two ways about it, the buxom navigator was experiencing the best pain of her entire life, her boobs swinging around like great pillowy pendulums beneath her, nipples scraping the ground and bosom swinging so far as to smack her in the chin, while her massive doughy cheeks dampened the impact of his pumps! Her thundering booty kept the spanking collisions between his pelvis and her backside from being as shockwave inducing as they could have been if she hadn't such a bodacious rump! What blessed genetics that left her this superhuman backyard of juiciness!

Nami scraped her nails across the ground while Robin made her move. She crawled underneath them, taking a good long look at Ichigo's pendulous ball-bag, and then shoving her face right into it as he was thrusting into her ginger crewmate. She had never had her guts violated by a giant cock before! She couldn't believe even a hangover could make her forget how loose her pussy was from the experience, how bruised her wobbling badonk was from the hip collisions, or the way her cheeks were so brimming they practically scrubbed across his rippling abs and how willing she still was to nurse his literal gut-wrenching package with her gravid pussy, as if her dignity had been replaced with that of an eager bimbo ready to breed. Her smile, she felt stretch across her cheeks, was so drunk and she'd even let her tongue roll out like a mindless whore... and she enjoyed every second of being this worn-out sleeve on the end of his bitch breaker - Robin was right about that, Nami decided, getting fucked into oblivion was worth the humiliation.

The man above her gasped and slowed almost to a complete stop, she shocked him so greatly, her face so boldly planting into his low-hanging mega-scrotum to taste and smell the musk of his testicles, already glossed in a sheen of sweat. She could taste the salt as his nuts pulsated and bounced about, getting ball-bullied by her own volition, with her gargantuan milk tanks flattened into his muscular legs, stimulating him as best she could. She basked in the filth of his sweaty herculean testicles while her soon-to-be dominator pushed on, plowed into Nami with more power, more passion, more desperation, to blast his mighty load into the heavens, also known as their pussies, and out of his plentiful pods of seed. He snarled and moaned, and ground his teeth so hard he could've made sparks, huffing and puffing like an ox to fuck these two beauties as hard as he possibly could, because they could take it. And if it meant being stuck with them for a long time, it was worth finally getting all of the ache out of his balls, because no one else could do that. Finding two babes who could do now what they had just done last night - of cleaning out his pipes totally - were the kind you sank your claws (and cock) into without ever letting go, no matter what.

Nami blasted her silvery juices just as he had finished his thoughts, the buxom ginger's pussy clamping down harder as she squirted all over his pelvis and even his lower abs. That last squeeze and a few more slams into her were enough to get him roaring through another orgasm where her tight little belly distended as he gushed white goo straight into her guts. She opened her mouth, but the sound of her scream was replaced by her *glogs* and *klugs* where the excess couldn't escape because his girth was sealing up the exit good and tight. As soon as she stopped spasming on his spit-roast, her limbs went limp and her eyes were glassy. She had quite clearly passed out after orgasming her brains out, again.

Thicc hand-maker smirked as her partner in beast flagging had gotten too big for her britches and been pushed to her limit. She pulled her now-sweat-covered face away from his mailbag of a set, and gathered a row of hands to work together, and wrench Nami off Ichigo's dick. With a grotesque *SCHLORP* and a wet *PLOP, Nami was off of his cock, and laying in a puddle of shared juices, muttering incoherently and otherwise unresponsive to the world around her.

"She's had her fun, now it's time I finished having mine." Not wasting as second, she climbed up and mounted Ichigo's hips as he positioned himself at the edge of the bed, practically standing up just to ensure her eager pussy lips hovered over his hungry cock. Not a pause in her, she sat on his pipe-dick, grunts and squeaks escaping as she slid over his meat, now guaranteed drenched in juices, but did not show any signs of discomfort and her face was even aflush as a smile threatened to split her beautiful face! As she slid to the hilt, she rolled her hips and got a nice cross-eyed look from Ichigo, a fair trade for melting her pussy, in her judgement.

In a feet of acrobatics that would have humbled Nami were she awake, she lifted her legs until her feet were above their heads, and then rested them on a bedazzled Ichigo's shoulders, and he felt himself going deeper inside the taller babe, which made sense when he thought about it, not that he could think about anything other than using this position to mark as much of Nico Robin's insides as his own territory with his wife-tamer. It helped that she had been fisting shoulder-deep inside herself for a bit longer than poor little Nami, and boy was it working in her favor as she felt his hips smack-smack-smack against her rump as he gripped her plush thighs. Encouraged to feast on her as much has possible, he leaned over until her breasts were pancaked against his powerful muscles and kissed her, catching her off guard but encouraging her to reciprocate quick enough.

While performing the finest of dick-pumpings and stomach stretchings, Ichigo met tongues with the busty devil fruit user in a way that, contrasting to his needy, ravenous fucking, was something that more resembled a mutual understanding. When they pulled away, his vision drifted over her shoulder, and he couldn't help but admire his handiwork, seeing confident, sexy Nami with the bombing attitude turned into a screaming, juice-oozing pile of fuck-trash on the ground. Nico Robin, followed his gaze, and seemed to understand immediately as she grinned mischievously.

"Wh-what a slut, right?" Nico asked as she heard Nami's smooches and slurps, squeezing Ichigo's orange hair tighter. "Hahhhngh… Fuck, push your tongue…deeper!" She gasped as Ichigo obeyed, plunging her depths with thick, broad cock slab. Nico couldn't contain her delight: she let her voice out in warbling moans, broadcasting her ecstasy to the world. She shuffled her hips from side to side, then started to roll them firmly against Ichigo's, riding his meat with dizzy pumps. Suddenly she hiked her chin and clenched her teeth, gurgling as she hit her climax. "Fuaaah!" Her tongue spilled free in a lazy ahegao, trembling from head to toe, sagging forwards over Ichigo as her thighs squished his torso and her toes curled behind his back. "Hah…hah…haaahhhn…"

"Mmngh…fuck…" he groaned as he re-inserted into Nico's pussy again. "You two…are gonna break me…" And again. And again, and again, and again, and again... every single hip-piston the entire time had been full power, hips drawn all the way back in the most measured, full-hearted strikes he could measure. And these girls had endured all of it! It didn't go against Nami that she had been reduced to a mess; it would have been weirder if that didn't happen. But this time he fucked with everything he had, he could feel his balls sated with ever load blown, they felt satisfying, earned. It was cacophony of pleasure that demanded encore after encore! And what could he do but answer?

"Count on it," Nico sighed, and SWATTED her bubbly flank with an open palm, making her thick booty wobble and bound hypnotically. "Now, then – time for the next position!" Ichigo's response was to grab her by her hips and twist her around on his cock, plant her feet on the ground, stand up and move them to the far wall.

Nico bent over, put her wrists between her face and the wall, and shook her fat booty from side to side. Ichigo groaned, already stroking his cock over her pillowy cheeks, grinding and thrusting, making that perfect ass bound. "Is this what you want?" he snarled as she lifted her ass up high and brought it down in a thunderclap of flesh. She gasped, her façade long gone as she bathed in the ecstasy of getting cock-washed, panting with exhaustion as her partner's stamina and girth surpassed every other she had known by too much. And yet she felt as though she was keeping up more than simply fine. It was as if they were made for each other, bodies with anatomy that shamed the next person. Only they could keep up with one another, as that seemed to be nature's intention, and as Ichigo's muscles flexed, and Robin's jiggles rippled throughout her body from boobs to but, it seemed as though everything was going according to nature's plan.

If either Nami had the presence of mind or Robin was being truthful, it wasn't Ichigo they had to worry about being broken. Even their goddess bodies could barely take his super-dong, but that was exactly what Robin had been counting on the entire time; proud little wannabe sex-fiend Nami getting demolished by this stud, herself knowing the One Piece among carnal pleasure, that she in all of her jerk-off fantasy glory could get drunk off of as she liked, not having to think and just feel as she was pounded stupid!

"That's... that's it stud..." Robin huffed and gasped, short on breath and all the more alive for it. And every breath was spent praising his prowess to keep his dick hard until the moment it burst. "You want this pussy? Take it then! God knows you earned it!" She knew what he wanted to hear, because she would have wanted to in his place. And judging by how his pumps somehow became even stronger, arms unable to keep her face from mushing into the wall, tits plapping back and forth against her chin and stomach, she was very much succeeding. Her legs had turned to jelly, and she was certain the only reason she hadn't fallen in a heap like Nami was being pressed against the wall, combined with being snugly speared on his cock, like she was stuck onto his hips with a click. Her arms dangled as she felt the rippling of bliss everlasting rise higher and higher within her until it had left the atmosphere, and she could no longer hold on.

They came together, a shared howl of ecstasy that filled their ears. Ichigo's spurts met silvery resistance in Nico Robin's cunt juices, a cocktail of fluids that splattered all over them, Ichigo's cum-greased lower half shiny with sputtering slime, and Nico Robin finally losing support and literally hanging off his dick while his jizz splattered, overflowed in her guts, and she spat them up until the hosing died down, and he desperately but successfully dislodged her from his dick, and fell on his ass, flat-out drained.

The two of them simply lay were they were, basking in the fuck-fried joy they felt, and it turned to three as a gargling Nami groggily woke up, barely comprehending yet aware, as she looked between the two of them. Robin chuckled. She liked this quite, fun-to-fuck Nami as opposed to the snippy gold digger. If only she could have this and a nice thorough fucking every day, now that'd be a nice treasure...

Naturally, Robing got an idea. "Didn't you say..." She managed to turn her head to look at Ichigo, "You were looking for a ship to get you home?"

"You offering? I'm not drowning in dough." He confessed, though he had a feeling he could easily have them vouch for him.

"That's fine." She replied, as if reading his thoughts. "Our captain trusts us greatly. If we say you're crew material, he won't ask questions." Not even the greedy Nami had payed any thought to charging him for boarding. Why not become a member of our crew until then? It'll be even easier to convince our captain, if you can prove you've got a good bit of grit to you."

He laughed, a low, humorous note that told them he was one step ahead of them. "It won't be a problem."

Notes:

For those of you wondering, it will most certainly not end with these two.

For those of you wondering otherwise, Haruko is from an anime-only episode with a tapeworm hollow and Kon in Ichigo's body. I used her as the ex because she's neither known nor liked well enough to risk anyone getting mad. It's basically a minor AU where the memory rewrite didn't work on her. After all, Chad and Orihime recovered their memories after the respective Hollow attacks because of their rising spiritual power, and Haruko always did have spiritual power ever since she was a little girl

Level with me readers, should I just make a list of every girl I've already got planned? So you can focus on telling me how I did so far as opposed to constantly demanding requests out of me? Respond in reviews, and I'll only acknowledge the reviews that actually answer: Yes, I should make one big next chapter all about every single girl I'm planning for, regardless of the specific given scenario, or no, Keep us guessing, we like surprises. If you pick the former, it makes sense. It should give you guys an Idea of just what I'm backed up with.

With that in mind, see you next whenever!

Chapter 11: Ero-Verse Full Candidates List

Summary:

Nothing for today, just a post to let everyone know how far this work of art will go, how many girls will be accounted for before the end draws forth.

Notes:

You wanted it, you got it. Here's the breadth of what exactly I'm dealing with:

(Wish I coulda got more voices to speak up, but I guess this collection of short stories isn't popular enough for that, and all three who did speak up voted in favor, and that was enough. Those of you who didn't speak up; who didn't want this? This is on you.)

Funnily enough, this is the first chapter that's been posted here on AO3, before being posted on . Probably because that audience isn't very responsive.

Legend:

Bold and Underlined text - Franchise Normal text - Candidate Babe

"Yes": Basically every girl you can think of in the series

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Priority: Ichigo X Fem-Godzilla (requested by Assassin Ichigo, a familiar user)

Daily Life with a Monster Girl

Miia, Centorea, Suu, Papi, Rachnera, Tionisha, Zombina, Lala, Meroune, Cara, Cathyl, Bahkurin, Alusia, Entorea's mother, Cheron Du Pell, Cream, Manako

Curie, Dopel, Kii, Killa, Kino, Kinu, Leechi, Lilith, Liz, Meamil, Meroune's mother, Merino, Miia's mother, Miia's friends, Mil, Moski, Rem Nighdrem, Nicole

Unicole, Octo, Pegasania Bellerophon , Papi's mother, Polt, Saane, Shiishii, Smith, Sno Ball Hot Spring Resort Attendants, Urt, Yatsume, Yuuhi Hajime, Yukio

Tekken

Alisa Bosconovitch, Angel, Anna Williams, Asuka Kazama, Christie Monteiro, Devil Kazumi, Eliza, Emilie De Rochefort, Emma Kliesen, Ganmi-chan, Jane,

Jaycee, Josie Rizal, Julia Chang, Jun Kazama, Kara, Katarina Alves, Kazumi Mishima, Kunimitsu, Lana Lei, Lee's Secretary, Lidia Sobieska,

Ling Xiaoyu, Lucky Chloe, Martial Artist, Master Raven, Michelle Chang, Miguel's Sister, Miharu Hirano, Mrs. Chang, Mrs. Law, Mrs. Williams, Nina Williams,

Olivia, Roger's Wife, Ruby, Unknown, Yue, Zafina

Overlord

Clementine, Alnedo, Edström, Enri Emmot, Increment, Madame Furt, Tia, Tina, Tira, Tuareninya Veyron, Yuri Alph, Lakyus Alvein Dale Aindra, Zesshi Zetsumei

Leinas Rockbruise, Marchioness Raeven, Gagaran, Foire, Evileye, CZ2128 Delta, Calca Bessarez, Lumière, Cixous, Brita, Arche Eeb Rile Furt, Aura Bella Fiora

11th Seat of the Black Scripture, 4th Seat of the Black Scripture, 7th Seat of the Black Scripture, Entoma Vasilissa Zeta, Lupusregina Beta, Evil Lord Envy,

Mass Effect -

Miranda Lawson, Camilla, Liara

Haruhi Suzumiya Series -

Haruhi & Mikuru

Danganropa - see for yourself

(Killer Instinct)

Black Orchid, Mira, Maya Fallegeros, Kim Wu, Shin Hisako, Sadira

Japanese Mythology -

Yukki-Onna, Amaterasu

Aquarion Franchise -

Aika, Alicia Sora, Aye Chang, Celiane, Chloe Klick, Crea Dolosera, Kokone Kikogami, Maia Tsukigane, Mikono , Mist, Mix, Nanaon, Otoha, Reika Kou

Rena Rune, Sakurako, Sazanka, Shoko Iwagami, Silvia de Alisia, Sophia Belin, Suomi Konepi, Tsugumi Rosenmeier, Youka Drum, Yunoha Thrul, Zessica Wong

Air Gear -

Rika Noyamano, Ringo Noyamano, Simca, Emily Adachi, Mikan Noyamano,

A Certain Magical Index -

Misaka Mikoto, Kaori Kanzaki, Aisa Hiegami, Sherry Cromwell, Laura Stewart,

Sakura Wars

Sumire Kanzaki, Orihime Soletta, Kasumi Fujii, Lachette, Sakura Shinguji, Kaede Fujieda, Kanna, Yuri Sakakibara, Tsubaki Takamura, Maria Tachibana

Dr. Stone -

Yuzuriha Ogawa, Kohaku

Dragonaut: The Resonance

Garnet Maclaine, Toa, Makina/ Machina, Jacqueline Baumgold, Otohime, Nanami Hoshi, Itsuki Habaragi, Akira Sōya, Raina Cromwell, Widow, Yuuri Kitajima

Blood Lad -

Bell Hydra, Beros, Fuyumi Yanagi, Neyn Hydra-Yanagi, Saty

Freezing -

Satellizer L. Bridget, Scarlett Ohara, Seris Festa Reon, Roxanne Elipton, Violet L. Bridget, Shion Nayfield, Rattle, Rana Linchen, Saeko Kotou,

Satellizer Alexander Eluka, Shio Nonoka, Su-Na Lee, Teslad Aoi, Ticy Phenyl, Tiziana Caldani, Rachel Jonhanson, Wina, Windy May Aoi, Yu-Mi Kim,

Milena Marius, Miyabi Kannazuki, Noel Alexander Eluka, Olivia L. Bridget, Orie Aoi, Ouka Tenjouin, Para, Park Se-Mi, Petty Layner, Pulucsigel Eluka Nova

Kazuha Aoi, Luna Linchen, Magenta Erectia Agna, Maria Eluka Nova, Maria Lancelot, Marin Maxwell, Mi-Ryung Baek, Julia Munberk, Kaho Hiiragi,

Jina Purpleton, Ingrid Bernstein, Hekusania Eluka Nova, Holly Rose, Isabella Lucas, Ganessa Roland, Elize Schmitz, Elizabeth Mably, Chiffon Aoi,

Charles Bonaparte, Cassie Lockheart, Attia Simmons, Audrey Duval, Carol Voltega Miriam, Cassandra Aoi, Christine Barnett, Creo Brand, Anastania Pul Ban

Angela Franca, Anna Parker, Arcadia Aoi, Arield Robinson, Arnett McMillan, Atsuko Seiga, Aureriel Fairchild, Bonemian Eluka Nova, Aika Takeuchi, Aira

Amelia Evans, Cynthia Ruth, Dolly Parnell, Elise Theo Velvet, Erectar Eluka Nova, Felice Mojave, Garatolos Eluka Nova, Isuzu Sawatari,

Jessica Edwin, Joan Ala, Karen, Kate Avelli, Louis Alexander Eluka, Lucy Aoi

Medaka Box -

Medaka Kurokami, Youka Naze, Mukae Emukae, Aria Ariake, Isagi Isahaya, Nekomi Nabeshima, Mogana Kikaijima, Fue Yobuko, Harigane Onigase,

Miri Natayama, Itami Koga, Tousei Chijiwa, Otome Yunomae, Yutori Chikuzen, Saki Sukinasaki

Shuumatsu no Valkyrie/ Record of Ragnarok -

Brunhilde & the valkyries, Parvati, Durga, Kali, Eve, and any to be introduce

Ikki Tousen -

Yes

Kabaneri of the Iron Fortress -

Yukina, Mumei, Ayame Yomogawa, Kajika, Shino, Hatsune, Horobi

That time I got reincarnaterd As A slime -

Shion, Saika, Milim, Velzard, Tiss, Touka, Litus, Luminous Valentine, Manas: Chronoa, Izis, Treyni, Trya, Velgrynd, Shizue Izawa, Shuna, Stella,

Suphia, Carrera, Framea, Frey, Nemu, Phos, Ramiris, Ririna, Testarossa

Love Live! School idol project

Ai Miyashita, Alisa Ayase, Anju Yuki, Ayumu Uehara, Chika Takami, Chisato Arashi, Dia Kurosawa, Director Minami, Eli Ayase, Emma Verde,

Hanamaru Kunikida, Hanayo Koizumi, Haruka Konoe, Honoka Kosaka, Kanan Matsuura, Kanata Konoe, Kanon Shibuya, Karin Asaka, Kasumi Nakasu,

Keke Tang, Kotori Minami, Lanzhu Zhong, Leah Kazuno, Maki Nishikino, Mari Ohara, Mari Ohara's mother, Mia Taylor, Nico Yazawa, Nozomi Tojo,

Nico Yazawa's mother, Ren Hazuki, Riko Sakurauchi, Rin Hoshizora, Rina Tennoji, Ruby Kurosawa, Sarah Kazuno, Setsuna Yuki, Shioriko Mifune,

Shizuku Osaka, Sumire Heanna, Tsubasa Kira, Tsuki Watanabe, Umi Sonoda, Yoshiko Tsushima, You Watanabe, Yu Takasaki, Yukiho Kosaka, Yuna Hijirisawa

Claymore -

Yes

Heavy Object -

Froleytia Capistrano, Millia Newburg, Monica, Bilany Saronno

Kuroko's Basket -

Satsuki Momoi, Alexandra Garcia, Riko Aida

The Seven Heavenly Virtues -

Sariel, Michael, Uriel, Sandalphon, Metatron, Gabriel, Raphael

The Seven Mortal Sins -

Belial, Mammon, Belphegor, Leviathan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Satan, Lucifer, Astaroth

Darkstalkers - Morrigan, Felicia, Lilith, Hsien-ko

Interspecies Reviewers -

Yes

The Witcher -

Yennefer, Triss, Fringilla, Tissaia, Rinfra, Philippa, Francesca

Horizon in the Middle of Nowhere -

Yes

Attack on Titan -

Mikasa Ackerman, Annie, Sasha, Historia

Prison School/監獄学園 -

Meiko Shiraki, Mari Kurihara, Hana Midorikawa

Date A Live -

Yes

Trish & Lady (Devil May Cry)

Fujiko Mine (Lupin III)

Darkness -

Sara Pezzini (Witchblade)

Lara Croft (Tomb Raider)

Son Go family (Koihime Musou)

Majestic Prince - Tamaki Irie

Black Bullet - Kisara Tendo

History's Strongest Disciple, Kenichi -

Miu Furinji, Shigure Kosaka, Renka Ma, Toka Amada, Izumi Yuka

Star Wars - Aayla Secura, Shaak Ti, Padmé Amidala

Sekirei - Harem (Basically all of them)

Dance in the Vampire Bund - Mina Tepeş, Veratos

Black Clover - yes

Fire Force - yes

Chivalry of a Failed Knight - yes

Fruit of Grisaia -yes

Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid - yes

Drakengard -

Zero, One, Two, Three, Four, Five

Tenjho Tenge - Aya Natsume

Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Yes

High School of the Dead -

Saeko Busujima, Rei Myamoto, Saya Takagi, Shizuka Marikawa

Familiar of Zero -

Louise, Kerche, Siesta, Montmorency, Henrietta de Tristain, Tiffania, Charlotte de Gallia, Éléonore de la Vallière, Karin de la Vallière, Illococoo

Akame Ga Kill -

Leone, Esdeath, Akame, Sheele, Chelsea

Gurren Lagann -

Yoko Littner, Adianne, Kiyoh, Kiyal, & Kino Bachika

Resident Evil - Lady Dimitrescu & her daughters

Kill la Kill -

Ryuko Matoi, Satsuki Kiryuin, Nui, Ragyo Kiryuin

Yuuna & the Haunted Hot Springs - Yes

Persona Series - Harem

Air Master -

Maki Aikawa, Mina Nakanotani

Code Geass -

C.C. and Kallen, Rakshata Chawla, Cornelia & Euphemia Li Britannia, Millicent Ashford

Disney/ Disney XD -

Shego, Kida, Aurora & maleficent

Skullgirls -

Miss Fortune, Cerebella, Fukua, Filia, Parasoul, Valentine, Painwheel, Double, Marie

Bayonetta - Bayonetta

Soul Calibur -

Ivy, Taki, Sophitia, Seong Mi-Na, Cassandra Alexandra, Talim, Setsuka, Amy, Hilde, Tira, Xianghua, Elysium, Natsu, Viola Ω Pyrrha

Overwatch -

Tracer, Widowmaker, Symmetra, Sombra, Mercy, Mei, Brigitte, Moira, Zarya, Ashe

Rushuna Tendo (Grenadier)

Yukana Yame, Nene Fujinoki, Ranko Honjo (Hajimete no Gal)

Lady Death (Coffin Comics)

Chifusa Manyuu, Kagefusa Manyuu (Manyuu Hikenchou)

Kurumu Kurono, Moka Akashiya, Mizore Shirayuki Ruby Toujou (Rosario Vampire)

Tsurugi, Sayo Hitsugi, Mikoto Kiba, Yuko Saigiri, Oriha Nashida (TriageX)

Lady J and Rain Hasumi, Mamori Tokonome & Mirei Shishikima (Valkyrie Drive: Mermaid)

Harem (Kyonyuu Princess Saimin)

Vampirella

Kitana, Jade, Mileena, Sonya (Mortal Kombat)

Yuki Nonaka, Miria, Mio, Zest, Chisato Hasegawa (Shinmai Maou no Testament)

Harem (How NOT to Summon a Demon Lord)

Cassandra Hack (Hack Slash)

Irisviel Von Einzbern (Fate/ Zero)

Jun Fudo (Devilman Lady)

Noel and Spangcole (Burn the Witch)

Lisa Lisa (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure)

Symmetra, Mercy, Widowmaker, Sombra, Tracer, Ashe (Overwatch)

Seras Victoria (Hellsing Ultimate)

Riko Iori (Gundam Build Fighters)

Mamako Oosuki (DO you love your mom and her two-hit multi-target attacks?)

Hana & Tsuki Uzaki (Uzaki-chan wants to hang out)

Mari Katsuragi (The world God only knows)

Takasu Yasuko (Toradora)

Izumi Curtis (Fullmetal Alchemist/ Brotherhood)

Seth McFarlane ladies -

Lois, Francine, Donna, Meg, Mrs. Lockheart

Guilty Gear -

Dizzy, Millia Rage, May, Bridget, I-No, Ramlethal Valentine, Baiken, Daisuke Ishiwatari, Jam Kuradoberi

Street Fighter -

Laura Matsuda, Chun Li, C. Viper, Sakura Kasugano, Juri Han, cammy white, R. Mika, Karin, Kolin, Menat, Lucia, Rose

Borderlands -

Angel, Lilith, Maya, Mad Moxxi

Quintessential Quintuplets - yes

Mass Effect -

Miranda Lawson, Liara, Aria

Food Wars! -

Yaeko Minegasaki, Erina & Alice Nakiri, Ikumi Mito, Megumi Tadokoro, Ryoko Sakakai, Hisako Arato, Yuki Yoshino, Jun Shiomi, Urara Kawashima, Anne,

Leonora Nakiri, Cilla, Mayumi Kurase, Rui Kofuru, Hinako Inui, Shigeno Kuraki, Momo Akanegakubo, Sonoka Kikuchi, Kinu Nakamozu, Mana Nakiri, Berta,

Aki Koganei, Lucie Hugo, Natsume Sendawara, Mea Yanai, Courage, Nao Sadatsuka, Orie Sendawara, Rindō Kobayashi, Urara Kawashima, Sarge, Gao Wei,

Nene Kinokuni, Taki Tsunozaki, Yua Sasaki, Madoka Enomoto, Bunnyhair, Kazune Nishizono, Bianca, Pauline, Grâce, Sylvette Martinece, Decora, Lanterby

Queen's Blade -

Cattleya, Melona, Echidna, The Swamp Witch

Sailor Moon -

Sailors Moon, Sailors Venus, Sailors Mars, Sailors Jupiter, Sailors Pluto, Sailors Uranus, Sailors Mercury, Sailors Saturn, Sailors Neptune

Ghilsaine (Mushoku Tensei: Jobless Reincarnation)

Katniss Everdeen (Hunger Games), Grendel's Mother(Beowulf), Leeloo (Avatar), Ryoka (Occultic;Nine), Chel (The road to El Dorado)

Seikon no Qwaser -

Urara, Miyuri, Miyuki, Katja

Hybrid X Heart Magias Academy Ataraia - Yes

Valkyrie Drive - Rain, Lady J, Mirei

Soul Eater -

Blair, Arachne, Maka Albarn, Medusa Gorgon, Tsubaki Nakatsubasa, Ann Marie Mjolnir

Dragonar Academy - Yes

Bakemonogatari - Yes

Glee -

Rachel Berry, Britney S. Pierce, Santana Lopez

Danmachi -

Hephaestus, Ishtar, Freya, Tiona & Tione, Ainz, Demeter, Hestia, Loki

League of Angels - All the angels

Aion (Lineage 2)

"Magi" Franchise - Yamraiha

Witch Craft Works - Ayaka

Kabaneri of the Iron Fortress - Yukina

Seven Deadly Sins -

Matrona, Diana, Elizabeth, Guila, Derieri, Nerobasta, Galla, Jericho

Durarara - Mikage Sharaku

Dragon Age -

Leliana, Morrigan, Cassandra, Anora, Josephine, Cauthrien, Bethany Hawke, Dagna, Justina, Vivienne, Branka, Aveline, Leandra, Calpernia, Dalish

Total Drama -

Heather, Eva, Katie & Sadie, Izzy, Beth, Courtney, Brigit, Lindsay, Leshawna, Dakota, Gwen, Blaineley, Sierra, Stacy, Dawn the Moonchild, Ann Maria,

Jo, Zoe, Amy & Sammy, Ella, Skye, Scarlet, Outback Jasmine, Sugar, Tammy, Mary, Elody, Lory, Miles, Jen, Kelly, Taylor, Ennui, Stephanie, Carrie,

Kitty & Emma, Jose, McCarther, Sanders, Danger Girl, Sydney Savage

Top Cow Productions Inc. - Aphrodite (IX)

Sirius Entertainment - Dawn

Image Comics - Avengelyne

Fathom - Aspen Matthews

Dynamite Entertainment -

Sheena, Queen of the Jungle; Purgatori (Sakkara)

A song of Ice and Fire/ Game of Thrones -

Stark Women, Targaryen Women, Aemma Arryn, Alayaya, Allyria Dayne, Alyssa Targaryen, Alyssa Velaryon, Amerei Frey, Argella Baratheon, Arianne Martell,

Asha Greyjoy, Ashara Dayne, Brienne Tarth, Cersei Lannister, Chataya, Desmera Redwyne, Doreah, Dusky Woman, Ellaria Sand, Ellyn Reyne, Emma,

Florys the Fox, Genna Lannister (from her "shapely" youth), Irri, Jeyne Darry, Jeyne Marbrand, Jeyne Poole, Jeyne Westerling, Jhiqui, Joanna Lannister,

Leonette Fossoway, Lysa Arryn, Mariya Darry, Meera Reed, Melisandre, Melissa Blackwood, Shiera Blackwood, Mina Tyrell, Margaery Tyrell, Shiera Seastar,

Mya Stone, Myranda Lefford, Myrcella Baratheon, Mysaria, Nissa Nissa, Nymeria, Nymeria Sand, Obara Sand, Osha, Penny Jenny, Perriane Frey, Rosey,

Selyse Florent, Shae, Shella Whent

Dark Horse Comics - Shi (Ana Ishikawa), Silk Specter (Watchmen)

Aspen Comics - Aspen Matthews

IDW Publishing - Abbey Chase

Naruto -

Ino Yamanaka, Tenten, Sakura Haruno, Temari Nara, Shizune, Kushina Uzumaki, Mikoto Uchiha, Anko Mitarashi, Tsunade, Kurenai Yuhi, Mei Terumī, Shizuka,

Tokiwa, Yakumo Kurama, Tsume Inuzuka, Hana Inuzuka, Yūgao Uzuki, Hinata Hyūga, Anko Mitarashi, Temari, Yūgao Uzuki, Karui & Samui, Kaguya Ootsutski

Konan, Karin, Natsu Hyūga (Boruto Version), Konan, Mabui, Fū, Shizuka, Sana, Saya, Fūka, Fuen, Pakura, Kurotsutchi, Yukata, Hanare, Hotaru, Shiseru,

Hanare, Yugito Nii, Yukata, Koyuki Kazahana, Tayuya, Shion, Shiseru, Sāra

Fairy Tail -

Ikaruga, Lucy Heartfilia, Aquarius, Virgo, Libra, Aries, Levy McGarden, Milliana, Karen Lilica, Juvia Lockser, Erza Scarlet, Mirajane Strauss, Lisanna Strauss,

Bisca Connell, Cana Alberone, Kagura Mikazuchi, Kinana, Araña Webb, Dimaria Yesta, Minerva Orland, Ultear Milkovitch, Meredy, Flare Corona,

Beth Vanderwood, Evergreen, Sonya, Imitatia, Daphne, Swan, Seliah, Sherria Blendy, Sherry Blendy, Husui E. Fiore, Irene Belserion,

Yukino Agria, Brandish μ, Briar, Mandy, Jenny Realight, Sue, Kamika,

One Piece -

Vivi, Mousse, Boa Hancock, Carrot, Makino, Koala, Perona, Adele, Camie, Ishilly, Fillonce, Mero, Madam Shyarlie, Hiramera, Sora, Lulis, Sadi, Shakuyaku,

Jewelery Bonney, Jigoku Benten, Victoria Cindry, Hina, Tashigi, Belo Betty, Koala, Baby 5, Kozuki Hiyori, Wanda, Tristan, Charlotte Custard, Charlotte Broyé,

Charlotte Cinnamom, Charlotte Myukuru, Charlotte Prim, Charlotte Poire, Charlotte Pudding, Charlotte Praline, Charlotte Mozart, Charlotte Effilée,

Charlotte Joscarpone, Gerd, Gion, Ginrummy, Alvida (After Devil Fruit consumption, of course), Kiegawa

High School DXD -

Tiamat, Venelana Gremory, Grayfia, Akeno, Rias, Katerea Leviathan, Seekvaira Agares, Kuisha Abaddon, Kalawarner, Kuroka, Raynare, Coriana Andrealphus,

Serafall Leviathan, Yubelluna, Rossweisse, Lady Phenex, Xuelan, Bülent, Isabela, Irina, Karlamine, Xenovia, Ingvild Leviathan, Siris, Tsubaki, Tsubasa Yura,

Misla Bael, Asia, Shuriya, Momo Hanaki, Ni & Li, Reya Kusaka, Ruruko Nimura, Marion, Aika Kiryuu, Mihae, Ravel, Le Fay, Tomoe Meguri, Jeanne, Sona, Mira

Koneko, Ile & Nel, Mittelt, Yasaka, Gabriel, (Artemis, Nyx, Eris, various goddesses who are more featured in the manga)

Bleach -

Rukia Kuchiki, Orihime Inoue, Mahana Natsui, Michiru, Ryo, Misato Ochi, Ran'Tao, Yin and Yang, Sode no Shirayuki, Senna, Tobiume, Haineko, Hiyori, Ururu,

Matsuri Kudō, Suzumebachi, Ririn, Chizuru Honsho, Katen Kyōkotsu, Zabimaru, Ikumi Unigaya, Haruko, Konoka Suzunami, Masaki Kurosaki,

Matsuri Kudō, Tatsuki Arisawa, Riruka Dokugamine, Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck, Lisa Yadomaru, Isane Kotetsu, Kiyone Kotetsu, Yoruichi Shihoin, Jackie Tristan,

Kūkaku Shiba, Mashiro Kuna, Retsu Unohana, Nozomi Kujo, Rangiku Matsumoto, Momo Hinamori, Nanao Ise, Nemu Kurotsuchi, Cirucci Sanderwicci,

Mila Rose, Apacci, Sung-Sun, Tier Harribel, Loly Avirnne, Menoly Mallia, Soi Fon, Kirio Hikifune, Senjumaru Shutara, Bambietta Basterbine, Candice Catnipp,

Meninas McAllon, Liltotto Lamperd, Hisana Kuchiki

My Hero Academia -

Amplifier, Beros, Beru Asui, Bibimi Kenranzaki, Camie Utsushimi, Chitose Kizuki, Claire Voyance, Cow Lady, Emi Fukukado, Enigma, Fuyumi Todoroki,

Habuko Mongoose, Hana Shimura, Hime, Himiko Toga, Hina, Ibara Shiozaki, Inko Midoriya, Itsuka Kendo, Kameko, Kaoruko Awata, Kashiko Sekigai,

Kazuho Haneyama, Kinoko Komori, Kiruka Hasaki, Komari Ikoma, Konako Haizono, Kyoka Jiro, Mika Jiro, Lady Nagant, Manami Aiba, Mei Hatsume,

Melissa Shield, Mina Ashido, Mitsuki Bakugo, Moe Kamiji, Momo Yaoyorozu, Nana Shimura, Nejire Hado, Nemuri Kayama, Ochaco Uraraka, Onemu Shinya,

Pony Tsunotori, Rei Todoroki, Reiko Yanagi, Rumi Usagiyama, Ryuko Tatsuma, Ryuko Tsuchikawa, Saiko Intelli, Setsuna Tokage, Shino Sosaki, Sirius

Tamao Oguro, Tatami Nakagame, Tomoko Shiretoko, Toru Hagakure, Tsuyu Asui, Uwabami, Woman, X, Yu, Yu Takeyama, Yui Kodai, Yuyu Haya, Zookeeper

DC Comics -

Hecate, Circe, Perpetua, Pralaya, Rama Kushna, Spoiler (Stephanie Brown), Mighty Endowed, Mazikeen, Copperhead, Phantom Lady, The Drowned,

Nyssa Raatko, Talia Al Ghul, Queen Bee, Naomi McDuffie, Raven, Batwoman, Arisia, Caitlin Fairchild, Jesse Quick, Mercy Graves, Silver Swan, Dove,

Nightshade, Lois Lane, Fire (Beatriz Da Costa), Ice, Shrinking Violet, White Rabbit, Maxima, Hawk Girl, Andromeda, Big Barda, Huntress,

Vixen, Batgirl, Lady Shiva, Lyssa Drak, Soranik Natu, Terra, Jinny Hex, Jenny Quantum, Arrowette (Cissie), Artemis Crock, Queen Clea, Superwoman,

Supergirl, Giganta, Dawnstar, Manitou Dawn, Luornu Durgo, Ravager, Silver Banshee, Vindicator, Mary Marvel, Lightning Lass, Princess Projectra,

Artemis, Lyta Hall, Emerald Empress, Cheetah, Phantom Girl, Tala, Knockout, Sally Jupiter, Livewire, Pixie, Kate Spencer, Cassandra Cain, Dream Girl,

Silk Spectre 2, Golden Glider, Roulette, Princess Amethyst (Amy Winston), Elaine Belloc, Silver Swan, Cheetah, Cinderella (Fables), Scandal Savage,

Jessica Cruz, Isis, Plastique, Cheshire, Stephanie Brown, Volcana, Cyclone, Killer Frost, Katana, Miss Martian, Lady Blackhawk, Elasti-Girl, Bleez, Enchantress,

Gypsy, Jinx, Faora-Ul, Death of the Endless, Delirium of the Endless, Grail, Jill Presto, Jade, Saturn Girl, Mia Dearden, Luornu Durgo, Mary Marvel, Dr. Light,

Lana Lang, Stargirl, Aquagirl, Fatality, Bumblebee, Godiva, Misfit, Dr Light, Terra (Atlee), Thorn, Shadow Lass, Wonder Girl, Faora, Blackfire, Liberty Belle,

Amethyst, Lightning Lass, Lashina, Crimson Fox, Night Girl, Nura Nal, Argent, Mad Harriet, XS, Star Sapphire, Encantadora, Madame Rogue

Marvel Comics -

Jean Grey, Scarlet Witch, Janet Van Dyne, Mockingbird, Spider Woman, Rogue, Spiral, Jane Foster, Viper, Black Mamba, Princess Python, Wind Dancer, Lorelei,

Yelena Belova (Black Widow II), Anaconda, Nightshade, Llyra, Komodo, Lady Deathstrike, Andromeda, Firebird, Abigail Brand,

Deathbird, Angela, Jubilee, Callisto, Jolt, Jade Claw, Stinger, Calypso, Stature, Pretty Persuasions, Blonde Phantom,

Jocasta, Pepper Potts, Abigail Brand, Karma, Cybele, Gwenpool, Victoria Hand, Outlaw, Lilith, Venus, Dagger, Lifeguard, Dr. Angela Lipscombe, Gwen Stacy,

Arcanna, Virginia "Pepper" Potts, Betty Brant Leeds, Copycat, Clea, Elsa Bloodstone, Bloodstorm, Stature, Hepzibah, Stinger, Lotus, Cloud 9, Polaris,

Power Princess, Lady Deadpool, Stepford Cuckoos, Madame Masque, Hela, Omega Sentinel, Belladonna, Elsa Bloodstone, Talisman, Chimera, Dani Moonstar,

Mother Night, Kamala Khan, Moondragon, Nekra, Nocturne, Catseye, Tarantula (Maria Vasquez), Cerise, Liz Osborne, Karen Page, Persuasion, Mockingbird,

Monica Rambeau, Beverly Switzler, Spitfire, Medusa, Moonstone, Surge, Arachne, Lyja the Lazerfist, Arcanna, Armory, Abigail Brand, Jubilee, Araña,

Colleen Wing, Alraune, Nebula, Siryn, Mantis, Lady Mastermind, Aurora, Songbird, Echo, Morgan Le Fay, Blink, Veil (Of the avengers Academy)

Roma, Sabra, Maria Hill, Valkyrie, Vertigo, Superia, Meltdown, Goblin Queen, Umar, Lady Lotus, Psyche, Risque, Phyla-Vell, America Chavez, Asp,

Rachel Summers/ Rachel Grey, Titania, Madame Hydra, Sage, Ayesha, Satana, Ginniyeh, Huntara, Turbo, Mankiller, Husk, Satana Hellstrom, Tarene, Topaz,

Sersi, Argent, Dallas Riordan, Lady Sif, Salamandra, Death, Sage, Reptilla, Gazelle, Snowbird, Female Shi'ar, Silk, Magdalene, Monet St. Croix,

Gloria Grant, Big Bertha, Silver Sable, Silhouette, Malice, Vertigo, Arclight, Hellcat, Siryn, Sisters of Sin, Skids, Dreamqueen

Mercury (Cessily Kinkaid), Magma, Nemesis, Spitfire, Puck, Feral, American Dream, Spider Girl, Blue Streak (A-Next), Meggan, Ecstasy,

Female Eternals, Female Externals, Firestar, Rachel Van Helsing, Typhoid Mary, Marrow, Marrina, Umar, Magik, Dansen Macabre, Laura Dean, Darkstar,

Veranke, Vindicator, Elloe Kaifi, Fatale, Cipher, Spanner, Mariko Yashida, Namora, Vapor, Contrary, Namorita, Polaris, Ultragirl, Vamp,

Deathcry, Contessa De La Fontaine, Destiny, Mystique, Domino, Shriek (Frances Barrison), Captain marvel,

Mary Jane Watson, (Fem)Mister Sinister (Miss Sinister), Jane Foster, Viper, Yukio, Yellowjacket (Rita DeMara), Kitty Pryde, X-23, Shana The She-Devil, Crystal,

Janet Van Dyne (Wasp), Wind Dancer, Lorelei, Marlo Jones, Belladonna, Bereet, Elsa Bloodstone, Cecilia Reyes, Talisman, Chimera, Lilandra Neramani,

Jarella, Blink, Anaconda, Diamondback, Deadly Nightshade, Black Queen, Sin, Coleen Wing, Llyra, Andromeda, Firebird,

Abigail Brand, Deathbird, Angela, Caiera, Caledonia, Jubilee, Callisto, Jolt, Lucuy in the Sky, Sister Grimm, Klara Prast, Jade Claw, Stinger,

Calypso, Apalla, Jennifer Kale, Anya, Stature, Jessica Jones, Lilith (Dracula's Daughter), Venus, Dagger, Cheney, Lifeguard, Dr. Angela Lipscombe,

Blonde Phantom, Jocasta, Pepper Potts, Abigail Brand, Karolina Dean, Karma, Cybele, Gwenpool, Bette Kane, Victoria Hand, Spiral, Outlaw, Lilith,

Gwen Stacy, Arcanna, Stature, Hepzibah, Stinger, Rachel Summers, Lotus, Cloud 9, Polaris, Power Princess, Peppet Pottshoton, Cooper, Betty Brant Leeds,

Copycat, Clea, Elsa Bloodstone, Bloodstorm, Bluebird, Lady Deadpool, Araña, Misty Knight, Colleen Wing, Boom Boom, Nico Minoru, Dakota North,

Stepford Cuckoos, Gogo Tomago, Madame Masque, Honey Lemon, Hela, Omega Sentinel, Monica Rambeau, Beverly, Talisman, Switzler, Spitfire, Medusa,

Dani Moonstar, Montesi, Mother Night, Kamala Khan, Moondragon, Nekra, Nocturne, Sydny Taine, Tarantula (Maria Vasquez), Thor Girl, Cerise, Liz Osborne,

Arachne, Lyja the Lazerfist, Arcanna, Armory, Atalanta, Laira, Abigail Brand, Jubilee, Karen Page,

Alarune, Vda, Nebula, Siryn, Mantis, Mockingbird, Lady Mastermind, Aurora, Maria Hill, Selene Gallio, Valkyrie, Vertigo, Superia, Meltdown, Dagger,

Echo, Morgan Le Fay, Blink, Veil, Roma, Sabra, Umar, Lady Lotus, Firebird, Dr. Alyssa Moy, Mutant X, Psyche, Moonstone, Surge,

Risque, Phyla-Vell, America Chavez, Asp, Rachel Summers/ Rachel Grey, Titania, Screaming Mimi, Huntara, Turbo, Mankiller, Goblin Queen,

Monet St. Croix, Madame Hydra, Sage, Ayesha, Satana, Ginniyeh, Husk, Medusa, Satana Hellstrom, Tarene, Shalla-Bal, She-thing,

Topaz, Black Mamba, Sersi, Argent, Revanche, Dallas Riordan, Lady Sif, Salamandra, Death, Sage, Reptilla, Gazelle, Lorelei, Snowbird, Joy Mercado,

Sharon Carter, Magdalene, Penance, Shriek, Heather Glenn, Gloria Grant, Female Shi'ar, Millie the Model, Silk, Peggy Carter, Alicia Masters, Mayhem,

Big Birtha, Silhouette, Goldigger, Ravonna, Gabrielle Haller, Malice, Vertigo, Arclight, Hellcat, Hawkeye (Kate Bishop), Siryn, Sisters of Sin,

Skids, Mercury (Cessily Kinkaid), Magma, Nemesis, Spitfire, Puck, Feral, Miss America, Darkstar, Namora, U-Go Girl, Vaura, American Dream,

American Dream, Spider Girl, Blue Streak, Meggan, Dreamqueen, Snowbird, Snow Queen, April Sommers, Patience Drew, Ecstasty, Female Eternals,

Female Externals, Firestar, Rachel Van Helsing,Typhoid Mary, Marrow, Marrina, Umar, Mary Jane Watson, (Fem)Mister Sinister (Miss Sinister)

Milla Donovan, Dani Moonstar, Aleta Ogord, Magik, Dansen Macabre, Laura Dean, Namorita, Polaris, Crystal, Deathcry, Contessa De La Fontaine,

Ultragirl, Vamp, Veranke, Vindicator, Verdugo, Cynthia Von Doom, Elloe Kaifi, White Tiger, Destiny, Mystique, She-Hulk & Red She-Hulk,

M, Wolfsbane, Fatale, Henrietta Hunter, Cipher, Spanner, Mariko Yashida, Yukio, Yallowjacket (Rita DeMara), Zaladan, Wing Wind Warrior, Wild Thing,

RWBY -

Amber, An Ren, Arslan Altan, Blake Belladonna, Carmine Esclados, Ciel Soleil, Cinder Fall, Coco Adel, Dew Gayl, Elm Ederne, Emerald Sustrai, Fiona Thyme,

Glynda Goodwitch, Pyrrha Nikos, Raven Branwen, Reese Chloris, Robyn Hill, Ruby Rose, Salem, Saphron Cotta-Arc,

Gwen Darcy, Harriet Bree, Ilia Amitola, Jinn, Joanna Greenleaf, Kali Belladonna, Lisa Lavender, May Marigold, May Zedong, Melanie Malachite, Miltia Malachite,

Nebula Violette, Neon Katt, Neopolitan, Nora Valkyrie, Octavia Ember, Penny Polendina, Sienna Khan, Summer Rose, Terra Cotta-Arc, Tock, Trifa, Velvet Scarlatina,

Vernal, Weiss Schnee, Willow Schnee, Winter Schnee, Yang Xiao Long

Dynasty Warriors -

Diaochan, Guan Yinping, Gangsta, Constance Raveau, Beretta, Ginger, Alex Benedetto, Loretta Cristiano Amodio, Veronica, Sig

Record of Lodoss War -

Pirotess, Deedlit

Dragon Ball -

Bulma Briefs, Panty Briefs, Bra Briefs, Tights Briefs, Chi-Chi, Videl, Android 18, Caulifla, Kale, Erasa, Android 21, Maron, Launch, Fasha, Kefla, Zangya, Future mai

Please, Teacher! -

Mizuho Kazami, Koishi Herikawa, Hatsuho Kazami, Konoha Edajima

Super Smash Brothers (Nintendo Harem) -

Rosalina, Princess Peach, Daisy, Zelda (Twilight Princess form), Midna (Adult), Samus, Bowsette, Cia, Lana, Bayonetta, Urbosa, Female Wii Fit Trainer,

Fem Robin, Fem Corrin, Fem Byleth, Lucina, Palutena, Inkling Girl, Princess Hilda (Hyrule Warrors), Min Min, Pyra, Mythra, Saria, Malon, Princess Mipha,

Princess Ruto, Fi, Impa, Nabooru, Hilda, Midna, Ada Wong, Anju, Aceshin XV, Agnès Oblige,

The Gerudo - [Barta, Calisa, Lukan, Anche, Konora, Kyra, Pokki, Riju, Shabonne, Tali, Ardin Ashai, Bertri, Babi, Buliara, Calyban, Cara, Dalia, Danda, Deltan,

Dina, Dorrah, Essa, Estan, Fegran, Frelly, Furosa, Greta, Isha, Kohm, Lashley, Lorn, Risa, Leena, Reeza, Polka, Laine, Sumati, Kotta, Merina, Marta, Malena,

Nila, Nellie, Liana, Spera, Pyra, Pasha, Katta, Pritana, Smaude, Teake, Yaido, Padda, Saula, Ripp, Vilia, Olu, Maike, Emri, Shailu, Rotana, Kachoo, Roma, Jules]

Tifa Lockheart, Aerith Gainsborough (Final Fantasy)

Fire Emblem -

Astrid, Athena, Aversa, Ayaha Oribe, Ayra, Azura, Bernadetta, Beruka, Bias, Bleg, Aegina, Aida, Aimee, Alfiona, Alice, Almedha, Altena, Altina, Amalda,

Brigid (character), Brunnya, Byleth, Caeda, Caeldori, Calill, Camilla, Candace, Canis, Cassita, Catalena, Cath, Catherine, Catria, Cecil, Cecilia, Celdia, Celica,

Charlotte, Cherche, Chris (Berwick Saga), Cigyun, Clair, Clarine, Clarisse, Claudia, Amelia, Amy, Anguilla, Anna, Annand, Annette, Arete, Artemis,

Constance, Cordelia, Cornelia, Corrin, Creidne, Cynthia, Dagr, Daisy, Daniela, Edelgard, Effie, Eir, Eirika, Eitri, Eleanora, Elen, Elena, Eleonora Yumizuru, Elice,

Dara, Deirdre, Delthea, Dorothea, Dorothy, Draco, Díthorba, Echidna, Eda, Edain, Lana, Lanette, Lara, Larcei, Larum, Laura, Layla, Laylea, Leanne, Leila,

Elimine, Elincia, Elise, Eliu, Emma, Emmeryn, Ena, Eremiya, Erinys, Est, Ethlyn, Ethnia, Hellene, Henriette, Hermina, Hestia,

Fae, Farina, Faye (Berwick Saga), Faye (Shadows of Valentia), Fee, Felicia, Fetra, Fiona, Kagero, Kana, Karin, Linoan, Liprica, Lissa,

Fiora, Fir, Fjalar, Fjorm, Flavia, Flayn, Fleche, Flora, Florina, Fraldarius, Freyja, Genny, Jemmie, Jill, Judith, Julia (Genealogy of the Holy War), Juno,

Grahnye, Guinivere, Gunnthrá, Gwendolyn, Hana, Hannah, Hanon, Hapi, Heather, Hel (Heroes), Hilda (Genealogy of the Holy War), Hilda (Three Houses),

Hinoka, Idunn, Igrene, Ikona, Ilyana, Ingrid, Irma, Isadora, Ishtar, Ismaire, Izerna, Jeanne, Leteena, Lethe, Lianna, Lilina, Lilith, Lillia, Linda, Linde,

Karla (TearRing Saga), Karla (The Blazing Blade), Katarina, Katerina, Ke'ri, Kiria Kurono, Kjelle, Lyn, Lyre, Lysithea, Machyua, Madelyn,

Kris, Kronya, L'Arachel, Lachesis, Ladislava, Laegjarn, Laevatein (character), Lahna, Lamia, Lamine, Miranda, Miriel, Misha, Mist, Mitama,

Liza (Genealogy of the Holy War), Liza (Shadow Dragon and the Blade of Light), Liza (TearRing Saga), Loki, Louise, Lucia, Lucia (Thracia 776), Lucina, Lute,

Mae, Maiko Shimazaki, Malice, Mamori Minamoto, Manuela, Marcia, Mareeta, Maria, Marianne, Maribelle, Marisa, Marisha, Mark, Marla, Mathilda, Maya,

Meng, Menja, Mercedes, Meshua, Mia, Micaiah, Midia, Midori, Mikoto, Mila, Minerva, Mirabilis, Morgan (Awakening), Mozu, Muirne, Myrrh, Naga (character),

Natalie, Natasha, Neimi, Nephenee, Niamh, Niime, Nina, Ninian, Nino, Njörun, Noa, Noire, Norne, Maybell, Meg, Melady, Melina, Melitha,

Nowi, Nuibaba, Nyna, Nyx, Nótt, Oboro, Olivia, Olwen, Ophelia, Orochi, Palla, Pamela, Panne, Monica (The Sacred Stones), Monica (Three Houses),

Patricia, Patty, Peony, Peri, Petra, Petrine, Pheros, Phila, Phina, Pittacus, Plumeria, Poe, Velouria, Veronica, Vika, Yelena, Ylgr, Yoram, Yuliya, Yune, Yuzu

Priscilla, Raimi, Rebecca (The Blazing Blade), Reginn, Reina, Rhajat, Rhea, Rinea, Rinkah, Robin, Nagi, Nah, Nailah, Nanna,

Rolf's Mother, Ruby, Safy, Sakura, Sanaki, Saphira, Sara, Say'ri, Scarlet, Selena, Selkie, Selphina, Ashera, Ashunera,

Serra, Setsuna, Severa, Shade (Character), Shamir, Shanna, Sharena, Sheena, Sherra, Sigrun, Tatiana, Tethys, Tharja, Thea, Thrasir, Thórr,

Sigune, Silpha, Silque, Silvia, Simia, Sitri, Soleil, Sonia, Sonya, Sophia, Sophie, Sothis, Sue, Sully, Sumia, Sylwiss, Syrene, Tailtiu, Tana, Tanith, Tanya,

Tiana, Tiena, Tiki, Tina, Tine, Titania, Triandra, Tsubasa Oribe, Ursula, Vaha, Vaida, Vampa, Vanessa, Lena, Lene, Leonie, Lepus,

Black Lagoon -

Balalaika, Eda, Fabiola Iglesias Frederica Sawyer, Jane, Li Xinlin, Madam Flora Maki, Revy Roberta, Shenhua, Sister Yolanda, Yukio Washimine

Sword Art Online -

Suguha/ Leafa, Asuna, Lizbeth

Jormungand -

Minami Amada, Elena Baburin, Chinatsu, Chiquita, Leyla Ibrahim Faiza, Koko Hekmatyar, Maurice, Mildo, Schokolade, Amalia Torohovsky, Tris, Valmet

Hex, Mana Hinoki, Kurosaka, Lauren, Liliane, Karen Low, Malka, Marguerite Mesner,

Maken-Ki! -

Haruko Amaya, Shiria Ootsuka, Yan Min, Demitra Midia, Martha Minerva, Haruko Amaya, Furan Takaki, Minori Rokujo, Aki Nijou, Chacha Akaza

Is this a Zombie? -

Ariel, Ayaka, Chris, Eucliwood, Haruna, Kanami Mihara, Kyoko, Lilia Lilith, Meringue, Naegleria Nebiros, Sarasvati, Taeko, Yuki Yoshida

Ghost in the Shell - Matoko Kusanagi

Azure Lane - Yes

Fate/ Grand Order -

Minamoto-no-Raikō, Jeanne D'Arc/Jeanne d'Arc (Alter), Scáthach, Medusa, Miyamoto Musashi,Nightingale, Ishtar, Xuanzang Sanzang,

Tamamo-no-Mae, Artoria, Ushi Gozen, Beast III/R, Beast III/L, Tiamat, Ereshkigal, Nero Claudius, Mordred, BB, Okita Sōji, Suzuka Gozen

Venture Brothers -

Agent Kimberly McManus, Amber Gold, Barbie-Q, Bobbi Saint Simone, Cassie, Molotov Cocktease,Dot Com, Drew Quymn, Eenie-Meanie, Jollyrancher82, Kate,

Kim, Leslie Cohen, Dr. Mrs. The Monarch, Mrs. Fictel, Mrs. Wandering Spider, Mz. Quymn, Nancy Quymn, Nikki Fictel, Princess Tinyfeet,

Sally Impossible, She-Hemoth, Sirena Ong, Skye, Tatyana, Thalia, Triana Orpheus, Ultra-Violent, Vain Gloria, Vespertina, Warriana

Archer -

Brigitte, Juliana Calderon, Veronica Deane, Dr. Sklodowska, Flight Attendant, Framboise, Janelle Gillette, Hospital Nurse, Elke Hubsch, Jane, Lana Kane,

Katya Kazanova, Keiko, Keiko's Twin, La Madrina, Ruth Anne Litzenberger, Trinette McGoon, Mercedes Moreno, Newlywed, Pita, Pam Poovey, Rita,

Anka Schlotz, Sia, Rona Thorne, Tiffy, Anastasia Trexler, Cheryl Tunt, Uta,

Ranma 1/2 -

Akane Tendo, Akari Unryu, Anna, Arisa Nanjo, Asami and Hiroko, Asuka Saginomiya, Sakura, Sanae, Satsuki Miyakoji, Sentaro's Grandmother, Princess Ori,

Atsuko, Azusa Shiratori, Cologne, Fua Fua, Hanako & her Brother, Headmistress of Sainokawahara Dorm, Herb, Hinako Ninomiya, Kaori Daikoku,

Kasumi Tendo, Kiema, Kikuko and Ryonami, Kodachi Kuno, Kogane Musashi, Shirokuro, So Fu Lan, Kurumi, Ling-Ling & Lung-Lung, Lychee, Madame St. Paul,

Mrs. Tendo, Nabiki Tendo, Natsume, Nodoka Saotome, Old Washer Woman, Panda Doodle, Mariko Konjo, Mirror Ranma, Ranma Saotome, Rinko, Rouge,

Temari Kaminarimon, Ukyo Kuonji, Ying Ranma, Yoiko Hibiki, Yotaro's mother, Youkihi, Yuka and Sayuri, Pantyhose Taro's mother, Pink & Link, Plum,

To Love-Ru -

Tearju Lunatique, Sephie Michaela Deviluke, Amazon Queen, Arai Sayaka, Azenda, Doldog, Fujisaki Aya, Kirisaki Kyōko, Kogure Sachie, Shirayuri Koyomi, Kujō Rin,

Kurosaki Mea, Lala Satalin Deviluke, Mikado Ryouko, Momioka Risa, Momo Belia Deviluke, Run Elsie Jewelria, Sairenji Akiho, Sairenji Haruna, Takami,

Yami, Yui's Mother, Yūki Mikan, Yūki Ringo, Yūsaki Riko, Murasame Shizu, Nana Astar Deviluke, Nemesis, Nitta Haruko, Nogiwa Mami, Tenjōin Saki, Kotegawa Yui,

Hunter X Hunter -

Asta, Auctioneer, Baise, Bat, Cheadle Yorkshire, Cleo, Cluck, Coco Loo, Eliza, Gel, Holga, Kasuga, Khara, Kikyo Zoldyck, Kite, Komugi,

Machi Komacine, Menchi, Mito Freecss, Mitsuba, Neon Nostrade, Pakunoda, Palm Siberia, Lead East Gorteau Dancer, Leroute, Yasuha, Yuri, Zazan

Plot of Beach NPC, Pyon, Sengi Guild Agent, Sheila, Shizuku Murasaki, Siper, Spell Card Shop NPC, Umanma, Underground Clinic Nurse,

Spinner Clow, Sufika, Tsubone, Tubeppa Hui Guo Rou, Tyson Hui Guo Rou, Unma Hui Guo Rou, Woble Hui Guo Rou,

One Punch Man - Fubuki, Tatsumaki

Metal Gear -

Fortune, Jennifer, Julie Danziger, Laughing Octopus, Laughing Wallaby, Lena Arrow, Lucy, Mei Ling, Naomi Hunter, Olga, Quiet, Raging Raven, Sniper Wolf,

The Boss, Venus, Holly White

Evangelion - Rei, Asuka, Misato, Ritsuko, Maya

Castlevania -

Actrise, Ada, Adventurer Lady, Angela, Anna, Annette, Annette/Pachinko, Baba Yaga, Sona Bartley, Dolores Belmont, Illyana Belmont, Selena Belmont,

Sepia Belmont, Sonia Belmont, Sypha Belmont, Zoe Belmont, Bess, Carmilla, Celia Fortner, Charlotte Aulin, Chō, Claudia, Coller2, The Countess,

Elisabetha Cronqvist, Michelle Danasty, Daniela, Death (animated series), Diana, Elizabeth Arye, Elizabeth Bartley, Linda Entwhistle, Lydie Erlanger, Felicia,

Camilla Fernandez, Carrie Fernandez, Florence, Victoria Florescu, Justine Gandolfi, Gesshi Hanafuuma, Gorgon Sisters, Greta, Gwendolyn, Healing Spirit,

Hermina, Irina, Iris, Iris (Lords of Shadow), Judy Bradley, Julia Laforeze, Kokoro Belmont, Konami Lady, Lady Gunner, Julia Laforeze/Pachislot, Lucy Lane,

Large Woman, Laura, Leah, Loretta Lecarde, Stella Lecarde, Leila, Lenore, Lisa, Little Witch, Liza, Maria Renard, Marie Belmont, Medusa,

Mina (The Battle of Old Castle), Mina Hakuba, Miranda, Morana, Mrs. Djuvara, Mary Oldrey, Raisa Volkova, Raman, Rebis, Rosa, Rosaly, Sacrificial maiden,

Selena, Shanoa, Striga, Succubus, Succubus/Pachislot, Sumi, Sypha Belnades (animated series), Tera, Pascha Totoyan, Sara Trantoul,

Drolta Tzuentes, Lucy Westenra, Yoko Belnades, Young Woman, Zamfir

Nier - 2B, Commander White, A2, Operator 21O, Devola & Popola, Anemone, Commander

Hyper-dimension Neptunia - Neptune, Vert, Noire, Blanc, Uzume Tennouboshi, Plutia, Rei Ryghts, IF, Compa , Cave, C-Sha, S-Sha

Noire and K-Sha (Megadimension Neptunia)

Senran Kagura -

Sora, Fubuki, Gekkō, Senkō, Miyabi, Yagyū, Hibari, Asuka, Ikaruga, Katsuragi, Daidōji, Rin, Homura, Yomi, Hikage, Mirai, Haruka, Shiki, Minori, Yozakura,

Murakumo, Yumi, Miyabi, Ryōbi, Ryōna, Murasaki, Imu

(Hell taker) - Azazel, Beelzebub, Cerberus, Judgement, Justice, Lucifer, Modeus, Malina, Pandemonica, Zdrada

Digimon -

Mora Linda/Las Lindas, Messiah/Las Lindas, Anvenia 'Ann' Gustave/Las Lindas, Sarah Silkie/Las Lindas, BelleStarmon, LadyDevimon, Laylamon, Lilamon,

Angewomon, Lillymon, Zephyrmon, Kazemon, Ceresmon Medium, Kyoko Kuremi, AncientMermaidmon, Mervamon, JetSilphymon, Venusmon, Rosemon

Kinkakumon, Sakuyamon, Junomon, Darcmon, QueenChessmon, Ophanimon,

Blazblue -

Mai Hazuki, Makoto Nanaya, Tsubaki Yayoi, Litchi Faye Ling, Noel Vermillion, Tenjō Amanohokosaka, Bell, Blue Shrine Maiden, Bullet, Chachakaka,

Ada Clover, Ignis Clover, Dimensional Boundary Contact Prime Field No. 5, Eight, Elina, Es, Es-N, Haruka Hayami, Yuki Hayami, Rin Hazuki,

Kokonoe Mercury, Acht, Rachel & Raquel Alucard, Mei Amanohokosaka, Sui Amanohokosaka, Kajun Faycott, Trinity Glassfille, Hades: Izanami,

Kiiro Hikagami, Hinata Himezuru, Yuki Himezuru, Izayoi, Ryōko Kagari, Shiori Kirihito, Kana Kirishima, Els von Klagen, Lambda-11,

Celica Ayatsuki Mercury, Konoe Ayatsuki Mercury, Marceline F. Mercury, Mu-12, Nobody, Meifang Lapislazuli, Linhua, Estella McKenzie,

Nu-13, Karenjina Parsett, Platinum the Trinity, Saya, Kuon Glamred Stroheim, Ciel Sulfur, Suzukaka, Taokaka, Saya Terumi, Torakaka, Totokaka, Ayame Yayoi

May Valentine (Cowboy Bebop)

Maou (Maoyuu Mao Yuusha)

Kirika, Keiko, Shinonome (Eiken)

Dead or Alive - Marie Rose, Christie, Kasumi, Kokoro, Helena Douglas, Rachel, Momiji, Ayane, Tina Armstrong, Mila, Lisa Hamilton, Nyotengu,

Shura, Izumo (Blue Exorcist)

Sayumi (When Supernatural Battles Become Commonplace)

King of fighters - Mai Shiranui, Angel, Lien Neville, Yuri Sazaki, Athena Asamiya, Bonne Jenet, Shermie, King, Kula Diamond, Foxy, Blue Mary,

Jessica Rabbit (Who Framed Roger Rabbit), Holli Would (Cool World)

Notes:

There. Now you have headaches too.

In all seriousness, I need to tell you: whenever a writer posts a chapter, and you only answer with requests for more, the only message you send is: "I don't care, more." It tells them you don't have any consideration for the effort they've just exerted, only that they keep going when beckoned. It doesn't exactly say outright that their effort was appreciated, or that you even looked at it.

But by telling them your thoughts on the work, it not only gives them insight and shows them you've been truly paying attention to what you are reading, It shows them you actually have some idea just what they put into just a few thousand words. You can be responsible for where they improve, or have credit for particular ideas, particular fantasies you wish to see played out

So please: do review, if only a word.

With that in mind, a chapter will immediately follow this.

Chapter 12: Kitana, Mileena (Mortal Kombat)

Summary:

Mileena has tracked Kitana down in the human realm to bring her home, and finds her sister - and herself - railed by a massive human schlong.

Notes:

WHOOOH! It has been MONTHS since my last update! What else is new? I swear I was spending it working on these, but anyway, this one was a request by Assassin-Ichigo on .

Warning: Butter face (MK X Mileena, best I can do)

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Her split-toe ninja footwear soundlessly moved over the asphalt of the urban jungle in the human world. Even running full-tilt, her mastery in stealth arts ensured she couldn't be caught, even less so while invisible to the naked eye, like she was now. Her wild orange eyes skimmed along the buildings as her intuition and instincts both led her towards her target. Dear Sister was here, she knew it!

Her sleek muscles shifted under the skin of her smooth, tan legs, and she was far too fit to be bothered by her massive, heavy tits beating against her torso while she ran. Her man-breaking biceps tensed in readiness for immediate combat, as her deceptively dainty hands gripped her sais, and her tongue licked long her Tarkatan-form lips. It was hard to believe someone of her animalistic and discordant behavior was capable of stealth, especially with a rack which jutted out at corners in front of her.

She suddenly stopped dead, practically sliding to a stop as her superior senses. Her sister was so close she could taste it! Her thick, baby-holding hips were swaying with excitement now, as she looked up to a six-story hotel. After taking a moment to ascertain the exact room she was in, she put her sai away for a moment, and crouching down in a forward-leaning squat which had her big round ass popping out, she clenched her melon-exploding legs and leapt right up, wall-jumping from that building and the one behind her, until she landed on top of the hotel; her millennium of training and godly muscles had paid off!

She took only a moment to savor her paltry achievement, then went to lower herself to the side of the building. And that was when she heard it: a groan.

It wasn't alone, mind you; it was followed by a much louder, more feminine peal of pleasure, which… belonged to Dear Sister! She was here! But Mileena's curiosity at her darling sister's apparent pleasure took hold, and she worked her way across the scaffolding to find which room her sister was in.

She heard her, before she saw her. The shriek was louder now, and closely followed by another. To avoid pausing for any surprises, she quickly slid open the window, leapt into the room, closed it behind her, rolled into the center of the room, and then turned to where her sister was based on the sound! She prepared to undo her invisibility and reveal herself in a dramatic display… and then all thought ceased when she actually saw her sister, and that she wasn't alone.

Princess Kitana was on top of a human, a very strong-looking one at that, on a bed, her mask off, her lips stretched in an "O" shape, and her long, silky hair matted against her muscular back and face by sweat, as symphonies of pleasure slipped through her mouth!

Mileena's view was such that if she were visible, Sister would be staring right at her, but it was Mileena who was staring. Her sister was wearing the most fucked-silly look she had ever seen on her, sweat rolling over her iron abs, which were bulged out by the human's cock! At least, that was what Mileena thought was in there… but that was impossible! It would have to be at least as big as the Shokans, and he was only a human! But he was a mighty fetching one! His stomach rippled with bulging muscles only a champion warrior could work towards while he rammed upwards through Edenian pussy, his bright orange hair sweaty and his brown eyes peering intensely at the fuck-drunk Kitana. He grit his teeth, and his arms were stretched out at his sides, his powerful hips ramming up into Kitana, stretching her guts out with all his might. The first Edenian princess had given Mileena many of her finer features, albeit her hair was still longer, cascading down her back while Mileena's hung above her shoulders. Her tremendous, naked tits bounced and sloshed free, smacking against her abs, daring any lucky enough to catch a glimpse into grabbing them, so plentiful and cushy were they! They struck her rib cage and came up to smack her chin as her own powerful arms were curled up behind her head, as she rode this human with all her might!

Mileena could see the base where his cock began, and she almost bowled over in shock at how thick it was! It simply had to be the thickest, heaviest fuckhammer she'd ever seen, bigger than any of the Shokan and she could see it from inside Kitana, as she bounced her magnificent ass cheeks on his bloated balls, so big she could even see them from under Kitana's bombing badonk! Kitana's head rolled back as she shrieked much louder, and clear fluid gushed from her gouged-out pussy! The bed, Mileena realized, was soaked with juices; just how long had they been going at this, and how much of this was Kitana's?

As if to answer her, Ichigo suddenly grunted, followed by a howl, and- *SPPPPPLLLLLLLLLRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTT*! Kitana's already stretching stomach blew up like a balloon as several thick, wet noises suggested an orgasm, but not one like Mileena thought possible, for a human, Edenian or otherwise! His balls rose up like suns over the horizon of his muscular legs, and Mileena coughed up jizz all over the bed, so filled up it was spilling out the other end, and even backlogged out of her stretched-out puss where they spilled all over his crotch, and all over the bed!

By the time his orgasm subsided - and it seemed like a minute had passed - Mileena got a front-row seat as the human lifted Sister off him, and her pussy *SCLHORPED* as his seed gushed out of her, and she deflated as her gaping pussy let it all churn free onto the floor, leaving the human to be careful where he stepped after laying Sister on her back. As he sat himself on the side of the bed and puffed out a breath, his cock stood tall, still hard after a load like that, and even bigger than Mileena had thought! It was bigger than her entire arm, standing in a straight line under its own heft, and veins thick as fingers ran along it, while an angry red piss-tip dripped with the dying remnants which dwarfed full orgasms of regular males. It shook as it sat up straight, and even thumped against his torso like a mating drum.

Mileena was in awe, thought, because this male had sexually defeated Sister, and was still moving! It seemed impossible that a woman like her - rare to find as they were - would do anything here but drain the man's balls and leave with not a feature of her own out of place to show for it! Here, it looked like… she wasn't in his league, as if he was unsatisfied with her!

Mileena had lost it right then and there. Her invisibility was undone, and she didn't realize it quick enough before the human's gaze hardened, and the next yoctosecond she was pinned against the wall, a small crater around her showing just how much stronger he was. This sweaty, powerful human had just fucked her sister and now he was threatening her; it got her pussy so wet…

"I'm Mileena, handsome." She purred, her tits swelling with desire, raising up her hands and smoothing them along the plateau of his pecs. Ichigo lost his aggressive look, and then regained it right before - *whoosh* - Mileena's maw was exposed, her mask taken off so fast she couldn't even register it! Her human lips were full, perfect cock pillows under a violet lipstick, but where the corners of her mouth should have been, it split even further, into rows of monstrous teeth reaching halfway across her.

"Kitana said you'd come here." The human snarled in a husky, baritone voice that had her pussy on fire and her thick nipples outlined in her suit. "But your timing is shit."

"Oh, I disagree." Kitana spoke up, catching their attention. She was standing up from the bed on shaky legs, her pussy still wide open. She walked over to them, her knockers wobbling with her every step, her skin glossed in sweat and in some places with sex juices. "I think she arrived at the best possible time." She looked to Ichigo and nodded towards Mileena, who could have passed out from happiness, or horniness, as her great tits heaved with her ragged breaths.

Was Sister really saying what Mileena thought? Maybe her sister would like her after all! They could finally be a family! All this time she had wanted Sister to love her, and all she had to do was let this human stud gape her out on his bitch-crushing cock-rod! The thought alone had her quietly orgasming once, her juices gushing down her luscious thigh!

Kitana stepped forward and pulled the Tarkatan clone's top over her head, letting her jumbo-tits wobble into the open and bounce against her perfectly sculpted iron abs. The sleek muscles shifted beautifully beneath her well-tanned skin. Ichigo stared, realizing he was looking at tits just as big as Kitana's, the kind of milk tanks which should have been impossible to find two pairs of, yet here they were, in the same room, and he was about to fuck the other one! To show her willingness, Mileena slipped her arms over his full, stalwart shoulders and pulled herself into him, pressing her considerable, surprisingly silky tits into his face until they swallowed his head. He could feel her heartbeat through the side-swell of her bust pressed into his head, and her human lips against his scalp, kissing his head like he was her sweetheart.

Ichigo could tell he wouldn't have to force anything, so he motorboated the hell out of Mileena's soft, inviting tits, her gifted curves a sharp contrast to her sleek, powerful muscles just like Kitana, as he wrapped his arms around her waist to draw her closer. He sat himself down on the ground and the horny bitch slunk into his lap. She sucked in a breath as she could feel her cheeks slip around the hot, rigid pole. "Fuck…" Ichigo hissed in pleasure as Mileena's packed, snug booty hotdog his monstercock, and she shimmied her hips, shaking her ass cheeks around his throbbing enormity. Ichigo could feel his cock ripple with arousal, and pumped his hips through her bunched ass, hearing Mileena's moans even with her awesome wobblers past his ears. He brought his hands around to kneed her doughy butt, and felt her nails dig into his back. He couldn't help but smirk at his power to get a woman wanting him that bad just by grinding on her; especially women of their caliber, but here he was grabbing all the handfuls of ass from these goddesses he could carry, because they were giving it to him! And he was going to milk it for everything he could… and he hoped they would do him the same favor.

He effortlessly lifted Mileena off his lap, and stood up before forcing her into a kneeling position and standing right up, his cock uppercutting her in the chin on the way up in a wet *THWAP*! He smirked at the glazed-over look on her face, wondering how far gone she would be when he actually started pounding her pussy, battering her defined abs from the inside just as he'd done to Kitana. Mileena pursed her thick, plush lips and leaned forward to obediently lay a slow, wet smooch on his dripping head, and pulled back to lick her lips for her salty, sludgy reward, looking up at him obediently. She held eye contact with him as she hefted up her slobberknockers and squished them around the thick base of his canon-dong, and he rolled his head back at how soft they were! "Ohhhh, that's the shit…" He groaned, and would have been tempted to fuck her face, but knew it would get him no pleasure for obvious reasons. Instead, he pressed his dick in closer and returned her gaze, made sure she remembered to stay obedient as she pumped her tits over the most of his dick she could, letting her buoyant udders glide along the already-lubed dickflanks she could reach. She was very flexible, given how she could massage it from head to base, even as it had snaked over her and hung behind her, and she even let it rest at the base for a while so she could mush her boobs over his fat balls. "For a butter face, you know what you're doing, I'll give you that."

Kitana practically snuck up behind him, drawing into his back and pancaking her mega-boobies into the divots of his back muscles, her solid nipples poking him ticklishly, while her hands rested over his shoulders and on top of his broad, muscular chest. "She doesn't usually take the mask off when she does this." She drew to his ear and nipped him as she smoothed her palms out arounds where his heart was pounding. "You're very adventurous."

"Ahh, I just know it's what's on the inside that matters… And I hope her insides are nice and tight!" He flashed a warning glare to Mileena, just to make it clear that if she upset him, she was in for a world of hurt. Mileena simply purred and kept rubbing her awesome boobs around his absurdly massive dick. Kitana knew better than to stay on the sidelines, and so she squatted down, moved to his left, and took his massive nutsack in her palms, licking the sweaty flanks of his nutsack flesh. "Hooohhh, you two don't waste time." Ichigo reveled in the amorous treatment his balls were getting, he would have almost felt bad that he was just standing there while these goddesses smothered his meat in their sinfully perfect flesh, if he wasn't awash with pleasure. Kitana decided she had done enough ball play, and shoved Mileena back so she could wrap her milkers around Ichigo's enormity. Mileena regained some ground when she shoved her tits against Kitana's, and Ichigo's vision got blurry with pleasure. The horny princesses clasped each other's chests in their palms to press them further in, the blubbery flesh flooding their hands, and Kitana dug her nails in a little deeper to let off some long-held disdain.

Ichigo grumbled and clamped his hands down on their shoulders for leverage. He started shunting his hips with enough force to send his balls swinging up and spanking the undersides of their boobs, making them ripple around his dick; it came right back around to pleasing him more and making him fuck their udders harder. He pumped and pumped and pumped his fuckhammer through the tight cleavage sleeve, while they worshiped his fertility pillar.

"Hmmm, maybe having you around was a good idea after all, Mileena." Kitana pondered, as she and Mileena adorned the protruding section of his wife-tamer in sloppy kisses. Mileena was aglow, her head pounding with euphoria, her bosom feeling like it was going to melt under the magma-like heat irradiating from this cunt-smasher trapped between their knockers, grinding against their stomachs, and a supernova of arousal burned throughout her from head to toe.

"Hahhhhh, it helps that I do indeed know what I'm doing. I've done it before…" Mileena confessed as she worked her fuck-flanks over the masses of his absurd dick. "But they've never been half the stud you were…" Her cheeks glowed and she reached her arms around and clasped her hands together, squishing her fleshy masses between her biceps. She was telling the truth, but found nothing to boast about. She'd been in a threesome with two Tarkatans who were there on her orders to quell her boredom, because a normal man was too weak, they often went to the hospital. But the Tarkatans barely got her to orgasm before they both passed out. Tanya was entertaining, and enthusiastic, but she'd never overwhelmed her. She'd once gone through a group of Shokan elites, but they were totally drained and they had still hardly satisfied her! Reiko, that traitorous bastard, had left her wanting… But this man had made Sister, her genetic equal, squeal like a common whore, and he was still forcing her to her knees to fuck her tits. He was a true stud! "~Mmmm, I wonder if it'll even fit, I've never seen someone's gut stretch like that before…"

Under the assault of their affections, and the divine creamy tit-cuddle, their orange-haired stud felt his orgasm rise up once more and blast a load with the force of a fire hose, splattering against the wall where Mileena had been pinned. Even as the seconds of sclhorping and jizz-blasting passed, the "sisters" didn't stop cushioning his slut-catcher in their mega-tits until the last of his womb-drowning orgasm died down to a dripping faucet. The beauties unclasped their boobs from around his dick, and Kitana lifted a yelping Mileena off the ground and threw her onto the bed with more force than necessary.

"Now, let's see if you can actually handle him." Kitana declared, as Mileena tried to sit up, until Ichigo flashed over to the bed, still too fast for Mileena, and tore her leggings off at the crotch, and threw the remnants of fabric to some other place in the room to be forgotten. He grabbed her legs and dragged her until she was halfway dangling off the bed, where he started grinding against her stomach, his cockhead snug between the bottoms of her tits. Wasting no more time, he lifted her legs up until Mileena was in the wheelbarrow position, prompting her to push her upper-body off the bed, then pulled his hips all the way back and shoved his giant cock straight into Mileena, who screamed at the immediate intrusion! Her dominating stud reared back and speared right into her baby cave again, and again, and again, and again without any hesitation, eager for the shockwaves of lust he felt as their hips collided and her tight insides wrung his cock out. Her tits slapped against her chin as she shrilled like a broken-in maiden, wringing the bedsheets with her hands as she experienced sex at its finest, where she gasped for air and her curves wobbled out of control, and was womb-gaped by a man hung like she never imagined.

"Ohhh, fuuuuck~!" Mileena could barely rasp out as she was feeling this dick reach her deepest areas, thought unreachable by anyone. She had barely begun, and her arms were already trembling from the force of Ichigo's mad pussy-ramming power, her butt cheeks swinging to and fro.

Kitana lay on her side next to Mileena, holding a hand under her chin as she enjoyed the sight of her "dear sister" getting ruined for other men, by this orange-haired god of death. She would have rather just killed her and been done with it, but imagine if Shang Tsung found out his work had been reduced to a cock sleeve. Even as he was only building up, she could hear Ichigo's balls schlupping, rumbling, filling up with payloads of thick jizz with individual blasts capable of ensuring pregnancy! Mileena would get cumwashed for sure, and she would do anything to get it again!

Mileena would have leaned over the bed and begged for him to core her pussy out, clapping her big, fat, wobbly badonkadonk in his face, that heart-shaped dump truck's clapping a siren song to his ears. Instead she faced the fantastic pain of her pussy getting re-shaped, her heart-shaped badonk schlaping and clapping from the destructive thrusts of this champion of his species! It was a battle of sex, animalistic, muscly, body-breaking sex, and she was so glad she was losing! But her champion deserved better than her laying about, and he was going to get better!

Ichigo quickly discovered that Mileena, in whatever position she could get, was a very active partner. Despite the fact that she was being cored out, she had the presence of mind to suddenly put her arms behind her head, and curl her abs, doing a sit-up into facing him! Her stomach clenched around his shaft, and squeezed even more snugly, her gut muscles strangling his python-dong with everything they had, and Ichigo was so deep in euphoria he was seeing spots. Mileena uncurled and leaned back, until her upper body and Ichigo's together formed a 90-degree angle, and then she repeated the action. She was doing situps on Ichigo's cock, while he stimulated her abs from inside her, and she stimulated him right back! She huffed at puffed, clenching and unclenching her muscles at a superpowered pace, driving herself further towards exhaustion with a training developed on the spot, all while driving Ichigo to new heights of carnal satisfaction. Kitana, to the side, raised an eyebrow n interest at Mileena's unorthodox sexual tactic, at the way she was truly putting her strength to use her. She wasn't jealous at all, in fact she was quite inspired to try it herself, but she would wait until after Mileena's cunt was gaping and spilling Ichigo's supreme seed.

The Shinigami-hybrid stud replaced his grip on her thick thighs with a hold on her hips, in one instant of tossing her up a few inches and catching her sides, before pulling her down until their hips SMACK'd together and he hugged her close until her tits pancaked between their torsos, spreading from below their necks to halfway across his abs. Mileena's tongue finally flopped out and her arms relocated around his shoulders while her eyes rolled back. She wrapped her legs around his powerful waist to keep herself up, and re-prioritized her motions to her hips meeting with his, their bodies colliding with the passion of lovers, every impact at Mileena jiggling throughout as she whipped her hips like a machine. Her stamina was among the greatest fighters across worlds! Who would have guessed a bareback with a human stud was where it would be put to the test? But she did have the advantage of him extra-stimulated by her boobs rubbing into him like bath sponges. Her nails dug into his big powerful shoulders, but he didn't feel it, buried beneath mountains of satisfaction which would only be topped when he blew a nice, massive load of his hot nut-slime deeeeep inside her.

Finally, someone was worthy of Mileena's body, her otherworldly muscles and her pornstar-shaming curves. Someone who make her titties fly with her thrusts and leave her feeling the soreness of a good fuck, rather than going limp after barel being in her. But it almost seemed like he was too worthy. Mileena had been breathing hard even when he first split her open, and he was punching past her cervix like a machine, and she felt like her pussy's elasticity was at its limit. But any pain didn't stop her from howling like a little bitch as she squirted all over the sheets, her many, many, many orgasms joining her sister's on the blankets… When had she first orgasmed? When had she not orgasmed? Before his cock was between her tits? That seemed like the only discernible time it didn't feel like her pussy had become a fully running faucet. He had done that to her? Mileena was starting to realize just how sore her pussy was, and just how good it felt!

CLOP-SCHLOP-SCHLOP-FLOP-SCHLOP-SCLOP-SCHLOP-SCLHOP-CLOP-CLOP*

Her pussy seemed to agree! She was so glad she'd found her sister again, so she could get this hung stud to fuck her guts out!

Mileena had barely adapted to the feeling of becoming a living condom, wrapped around a limb-sized dick, but her vision had returned in time for her to see Kitana over Ichigo's shoulder, standing behind him with her arms crossed under those perfectly shaped tits. "He's a real beast isn't he?" Kitana chuckled. She leaned in closer. "You know, he won't stop, even after you've cum yourself silly, until he's satisfied. If you're not with someone else, he might fuck you even while your unconscious." She reached around and spanked Mileena's sensitive rump, getting her to yelp in between her heavy breaths.

"I'm Ichigo, by the way." The soul reaper grunted. "Hope you're enjoying yourself like I am." he plowed Mileena's plush pussy, his mind abuzz as his cock battered her guts and shook her very being. He readjusted his grip again, until he lifted Mileena up by her delicious badonk, his hands digging into those weighty round flesh pads as their weight sank down on them. Mileena struggled to stay awake, wanting to feel gored at every second, and not miss it because she had passed out like a maiden, but she was relying on the successive gushing of her pussy to stimulate her consciousness, but it was risky, because it was making this divine bareback more draining, each one enough to leave her legs shaking. She clenched her thighs and dug her heels deeper, and bit into his shoulder to stop the screams, a feeling that still didn't reach Ichigo, who was too hung up on the pussy of a mutant princess from another world. Kitana's fans wouldn't have worked on Ichigo, Mileena's Tarkatan teeth fare not better, especially since his skin seemed to be metal solid, and if Mileena herself wasn't used to worse, she would have almost reeled back in pain, but that same pain spiked her awake, even as she was being used as a broodmare by her brand new master~! Mileena had reached ecstasy beyond ecstasy, and she couldn't hold out any longer. Her eyes rolled back and she passed out, her legs going limp and her arms falling back as she arched away from him, fucked silly beyond all denial. Clearly her pleasure had reached its limit after all. Unfortunately she just missed Ichigo's orgasm a few seconds later, which *SCHPLOOOOOCHTED" right into her stomach, a wave of cum filling her up and blowing her stomach up until it seemed like her belly was bigger than her, even as it managed to backlog and fire back out of her pussy, blasting like a fan-shaped jet sprinkler, she looked like she was drooling vanilla pudding as it splattered onto her tits.

Ichigo's pumping eventually slowed down, until he eventually stopped, and could think clearly enough to know he needed to pull Mileena off, and jizz poured from her open pussy as he did, and his flaccid dick, still dwarfing any fully erect pornworthy man slapped wetly against this thigh. He dropped Mileena on the bed as her belly shrank, down until she was her normal size again, but her abs were going to bruise in the morning.

Mileena gasped herself awake, to see her sister standing before her, hands on her hips, pussy dripping freely with juices not entirely hers, and peering down at her with a grin. Her stud, Ichigo was standing beside her, still naked, his cock dangling below his knees while he gave her a suspicious look. "Sister…"

"Say, Mileena…" Sister said to her barely awake clone. "Would you be willing to lend your dear sister your assistance?"

Mileena responded as Kitana hoped, but not at all in the way she expected. She took Kitana's hand between her palms, looked her dead in the eye with the most gentle look she could muster with her monstrous face, and said: "Always. Only family can fuck that good."

Notes:

I kind of split my focus between several projects, so I never really got close to finishing one. *Gasp* Maybe one day I'll update with a bunch of chapters at once!

Chapter 13: Tsunade (Naruto)

Summary:

Summary: Tsunade answers a question almost as old as she is: How do you politely tell someone you wanna drain their balls?

Notes:

Salutatiooooooooooons, Nations!

Hey, everyone, I'm ba-aaack! And it only took me 5 months, instead of 8 this time. I'm getting better, I'm working harder. And I swear on my dad's lawsuit money that it's going to get more consistent from here.

Disclaimer: The following is a fan-made work of erotic fiction. Naruto, Naruto Shippuden, and Boruto are all owned by VIZ Media, Shōnen Jump, Shuieisha, and Masashi Kishimoto. Bleach is owned by Shōnen Jump, Viz Media, Studio Pierrot, TV Tokyo and Tite Kubo.

Warning: Intense sexual activity, unrealistic body proportions & bodily actions, Mpreg

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

He swung his wooden sword down as the air whooshed through the training grounds, for the time at a number he'd lost in his absentmindedness. Sweat rolled down his bare shoulders and over the divots of muscle in his back and down the other side, over the V-shape of his abs, heavy breaths flowing like steam past his teeth. He was down to his training shorts, or his clothes would have been soaked with sweat, while his shoulders shifted, swinging his training blade back and forth. Half an hour ago, he'd just finished a spar with Team 10 and Team Guy. All against him. Combined. But after the whole "fight," it was as if he hadn't used any real energy at all, while they were clutching their wounds and gasping for dear life. He would have been sorry if he wasn't so frustrated. If he didn't get this energy out somehow, he was going to lose sleep. Again. He was getting really tired of that. So now here he was, after three separate missions completed, a training round of combat against all the jonin - at once - a round of combat against the genin teams two at a time, and now a set of katas for until he sweat out the last of his energy… but it was going nowhere.

He brought down the bokken again, kicking up another wind current with the force, and just as he raised it up once more, he stopped. He was alerted to a presence by the sound of feet tapping dirt. He turned towards the noise to see Tsunade walking towards the grounds. She had a gift for that, really, having her presence declared before she even walked into a room. Probably due to her massive, jutting bust which entered your awareness before the rest of her. Right now, though, it was taken to a whole new level. She was wearing a bra version of her usual top, reminding that she wasn't a first-rate ninja for nothing; she had muscle as well as overwhelming curves, a burly core under her heavy tits, powerful biceps which could flatten an iron beam, and her pants were really just a set of fitness shorts, letting her powerful, shapely thighs breathe the free air, while her massive butt cheeks jiggled behind her, barely held in by the sturdy garment.

He didn't even realize he was staring, not even as she stood before him, a smirk on her full red lips, until it was too late and he tried covering it up by starting conversation. "U-uh, hey, Tsunade. Are you out training on your own too?"

Tsunade chuckled at his attempt to get away from his blunder, and put a fist on one of her wide, cocked hips. "Not right now, I suppose. I figured you'd be done after putting your partners in intensive care."

He decided not to wonder why she wasn't there with them. Best not to remind her of her workload as the village leader and the head medical Nin. "I thought so too, but I'm not exhausted yet. I gotta get rid of this pent-up energy somehow." He was starting to breathe heavily again, but this time, it was from being in the presence of Tsunade's half-exposed, divine sexuality, which even with just that much glowed off of her compared to everyone around her. You never could have known that this woman was in her fifties, with the way she strode about, a fully developed woman beyond comparison, with flawless skin and the mightiest curves of the women in any village. He didn't have this problem when Tenten and Ino were his training targets, even when his attacks wound up tearing away at parts of their shinobi outfits; so why was it happening now? Perhaps because, without any fight going on, now he had his attention on some very different targets.

"I agree." Tsunade smirked that perfect, cock-hardening smirk with her full, sinful red lips. "In fact…" Ichigo gasped as Tsunade closed the very last of the distance between them, pushing him until his back hit one of the striking posts, and her huge tits molded into his rippling chest, pancaking against his sculpted muscles until they buried his torso in their overflowing silkiness. Ichigo stared down at the woman due to the clear difference in their height, but he felt like she was peering down at him, a giant observing prey. "You could say that's exactly the kind of training I'm here for myself. In which case, it's the best thing that you're here right now."

If he couldn't feel his solidifying erection bent in his trunks before, he was certainly aware of it as it bent inside his trousers like an angled PVC pipe. He had the perfect view into her impossibly deep cleavage, so warm and soft he wanted to just bury his face in it and stay there. He gasped as he felt her soft hand palm his erection, flattening it against his pelvis, and he clung on to the post behind him for dear life, his nails raking away at the solid wood with ease. He felt like he was going to blow his wad from that touch alone, his dick bulging out in an obscene throb.

"The workout in question is quite simple, and very effective." Tsunade declared. "And it's something only you and I could do at our level… if you're willing."

It all had to be some sort of dream; this type of thinking never happened to him, but since he wasn't waking up yet, he might as well go along with it. He unclenched his grip from the wooden surface and, in a brazen act of horniness, brought his hands around to clasp onto Tsunade's bombing ass, feeling the plush and weightiness of that flawless booty flow over his fingers as he lifted his hands into the pillowy banks of ass flesh.

"Oh! Getting bold are we? That was the answer I was hoping for." Tsunade replaced her hand with her cameltoe, grinding against his package with deft, smooth motions that had him sucking in sharp breaths and grinding his teeth against each other. "Anything else would've made me cry~."

Ichigo couldn't respond, too caught up in the euphoria of his dick bulge grinding against Tsunade's soaking pussy, and his hands continued to mold Tsunade's giant cheeks, but his hands worked slowly, almost hesitantly.

Sensing his anxiety, Tsunade got an idea, and leaned towards him, puckering her thick rouge lips. Ichigo immediately got the message and craned his neck to meet her, in a hot, sloppy kiss, her lips mushing against his, her right hand on the back of his head while her left felt up his wall of abs. Ichigo was eager, receptive, and felt like he was letting Tsunade drain his soul with her kiss. She pulled away, as a bridge of drool stretched out between them, until it snapped from their lips and fell onto the broad surface of her fat tits, and she felt his hands dig into her monster booty with much more vigor. "I figured." She admitted with a chuckle. "You're the type who'd rather start with a kiss, huh? How romantic."

Ichigo cleared his throat, remembering where they were. "Maybe we should… take this elsewhere?" He suggested, as his hands released their hold in her ass in favor of running up her smooth back.

Tsunade chortled at how antsy he was. "This is the perfect place. No one will bother us now. You just worry about stretching my holes with this," She cupped the throbbing underside of his barrel-dong and dragged her hand upwards to the top, "and leave the rest to me." She knew what she was probably in for. He thought he was being sneaky, but she'd had to wake him up a couple times, and his morning wood was so obvious.

Ichigo gasped at the indirect contact, his Adam's apple bobbing front and back, before pulling back as he took in an audible gulp. Closing his eyes to concentrate, he took in slow, sure breaths. Before long, he grit his teeth and unopened his eyes, which were narrowed as he focused his vision on Tsunade, who was grinning in anticipation as his erection flexed, more than simply throbbing. There was only one thing to do.

Ichigo lightly pushed away Tsunade, who understood what he was about to do, and stood back and mounted her hands on her hips. He hooks his thumbs into his shorts, pulled everything down in one, go, and –*SMACK*– as she turned to look at it while Ichigo stepped out of his last garments, Tsunade's mouth made an O-shape as she was taken off guard by the hefty smack across the side of her tit– she hadn't backed up enough – by his ridiculously long dick, which snaked around her waist and out of her peripheral vision!

Tsunade backed away until she could see all of it, and stared in awe at his massive, thick cock, because feeling it was one thing, but looking at it… it was fucking dizzying. It was thick as a leg, and could have been as long as Ichigo's arm, with pulsating, angry veins running over its broad flanks, sending more blood than should have been possible rushing through so it could stand tall, ready to wreck any bitch speared on the end of it.

"And I'm that bitch." She muttered.

Ichigo raised an eyebrow. "Huh?"

"Never mind." Tsunade picked it up, but even a ninja of her strength could feel its weight in her hand as she palmed his urethral bridge, fixing herself with a horny determination to milk this monstrous dong. "Looks like this thing is the source of your vigor after all. Only one way to fix a fat, bulging dick, boyo." Ichigo's groaning and a squelch was her only warning before a wad of pre blasted her in the cheek. She was gobsmacked not by the shot itself, but because it was big enough to be a load on its own! This didn't stop her from enthusiastically running her hands along the turgid fuck pole pointed at her face like a cannon, jacking off as much as she could reach as his cock bobbed, its weight even bringing it to slap the top of her right tit. "Say, Ichigo," she inquired with a raised brow, "Tops or bottoms?"

As Ichigo clung to the wooden dummy for dear life, while his cock occasionally landed on Tsunade's mega tits, his balls churning with thick man-slime, he groaned out, "bottoms" having no idea what she meant, just not wanting her to stop. This genuinely surprised Tsunade, who ever stopped hearing who wanted to watch her colossal knockers burst into the open. He wanted to see her plushy dump truck ass instead? Well who was she to deny this stud? She released his dick, letting it stay rested on her massive tits a little longer (because why not?) as she turned around, grabbed her shorts and shimmied her way out of them, and as she did, the fat flanks of her bomb ass spilled out… the further down she pulled them, the more her ass unfurled beyond them, the further it bulged out of those tight little shorts, and by the time she got them free, her mind-blowingly tremendous badonk leaped up as it snapped out of those tiny shorts and clapped, her mountains of meat wobbling into place, but still shifting clearly with every little move.

Ichigo's eyes almost popped out of her head as her smooth, head-eclipsing shelf of ass clapped and wobbled into place, his jaw going slack in the presence of those doughy slabs of meat. And hidden beneath them was a buried treasure, a tight puckered hole, just behind her moist, sacred quim, which was slick with arousal. Tsunade smirked at him from over her shoulder and *SMACKED*her left hind cheek with, and the ripples were real, as she repeated with her right, and smoothed her hands over the horizons of her booty, preposterously held up on her powerful, rock-crushing thighs. She wiggled her hips, not letting her bubble butt stop quaking, and with enough power in those thick yams to knock a grown man down.

Ichigo couldn't take his eyes off of it, the ultimate ninja ass to match the ultimate ninja knockers, it throbbed a thought into his head, a simple but powerful thought: he couldn't be passive anymore.

Tsunade was suddenly shoved to the ground, her huge, wobbling tits spilling out of her top as she face-planted and then flattening out from her sides. Just as she was about to get back up, she suddenly felt Ichigo's hands, very tightly gripped on her waist. Looking behind her, she paled as she saw he was completely different from before, an intense aura around him, his colossal bitch breaker flaring up and ready. He *SLAPPED*his monstercock deep in the crack of her ass, all the way to the very cleft of those giant, seam-ripping booty buns. He ground away between those thick cheeks in the hotdogging of a lifetime, growling in pleasure while Tsunade whimpered; scared and aroused as this stud drilled his dick between her wobbling cheeks all the way up to his titanic balls. Her face went hot, her breath went short, and he hadn't even penetrated her yet, hadn't bothered to go deep into her soaking pussy and bust her open wider than she'd ever been in her life! His hips kept smacking against the backside of her titanic ass hard enough to leave bruises, leaving her great butt lurching to and fro from the force of his pumps.

Tsunade cooed and swooned in want as her new favorite stud went to town on her rump, arching her back as his lava-hot monstrosity of a dick made itself at home in her ass-trench. "Ooooooh, What are you doing?" She huffed, trying to sound in-control through annoyance, but really only coming off as a needy whining brat to the ears of her awakened bull.

"Giving your ass the attention it deserves." He grunted, eyes glazed over, jaws clenched and fingers squeezing his fingers into her plush sexiness as he revved himself up, grinding harder and faster through her butt cheeks. "It's a shame really. No one pays enough attention to the great, big, fat jutting, wobbling ass you've got to go with those great, big, fat, jutting, wobbling boobs." He let go with one hand and shot it down in a *SMACK* over Tsunade's rotund rump, watching, feeling her ass bounce harder under his spanking. Tsunade's eyes fluttered like a maiden as her bounding booty jostled under such affection.

"Well then," Tsunade smirked smokily, "let's fix that." Tsunade planted her shaky hands on the ground and pushed her ass upward, grinding her ass against the underbridge of his cock, making him grunt in pleasure as she put her back into it and swallowed his cock between her satiny cheeks, or as much of it as it could. "Show me how much you love my ass." Her cheeks jiggled and clapped Ichigo's monstrous dick between them, a massage of ass flesh that would have had any other man busting a nut and emptying him in a single orgasm. Glutes of precum occasionally landed on Tsunade's back, and she could feel them, just how much of a stud was he? Ichigo clapped his palms on the flanks of her jiggly cheeks, and sank his fingers into her flesh with all his strength, pressing the yielding ass along the thick veins in his fuck-tube.

"Oh god." Tsunade moaned. "I thought you'd back off from this. You're really showin' me now, huh?" Before she was ready, Ichigo stopped grinding his cock through her ass crack and pulled her up to her feet by one of her arms, his massive dick suddenly pressed between them, kissing the bottoms of her tits and then poking out the top. With ease for his strength, he lifted her up by both legs and then slammed her back into the ground with a thunderous impact. He then spread her thighs open and ground his cock against her pussy like the beast in heat he was.

"Looks fuckin' delicious." Tsunade said, staring down at the python about to fuck her senseless. In truth, every woman knew how deformed penises looked next to other body parts, especially as they got bigger; those flaring heads and their smelly piss-slits, the long tubes of flesh, covered in wrinkled skin and veins, the sagging weight of their ball sacks carrying loads of man-glue, awaiting an unload into some desperate, thirsty bitch. What was delicious about them was what they could do to a woman, how they could fill that empty space in them that was waiting for it, grinding across their nerves, stretching them out and rearranging their guts… and Tsunade was about to take a cock that could do it all with ease. "It's a good thing you've got me going at a cock so monstrous. I don't think another exists. I bet lesser kunoichi have lost themselves to this thing, haven't they?"

"No more time wasted." She bent over and wobbled those perfectly rounded slabs off ass in a way that would not be ignored. "Fuck me."

He didn't even respond, simply digging his fingers into the earth and ramming his rod straight in. She gasped as he filled her up, stretched her out, and made her orgasm right then and there. This didn't keep him from moving his hips with industrial strength as he began fucking Tsunade with all of his might, mashing her juicy cunt with thrusts packing the power to crumble islands. Tsunade wailed in pleasure as her deepest regions were kissed by his obscene cockhead, her fingers raking up rocky ground. Ichigo was so tough he didn't even notice his balls hanging low enough to scrape along the ground, only feeling their collisions with Tsunade's rump, bouncing under the force of his thrusts into her stretched-out snatch.

"Fuck!" Tsunade shrieked in pleasure, trying not to lose her voice to fuck-instilled euphoria. "Your cock is so much bigger in me!" She met his thrusts with the driving of her own thick hips. Every one of her sweet spots was getting hit at once as Ichigo bulged out her abs and left an outline the shape of his dick in her taut middle.

Ichigo didn't even know there were pussies that could take him all the way, as he rammed himself over and over into Tsunade's ultra-cunt. Any sensible woman would have run from his cock screaming, but Tsunade met his beast head-on, and it was going like a dream, the way her slick inner muscles wrapped around his broad, veiny fuckhammer and milked his dong as it was meant its whole life to do. Tsunade was a bombshell and a powerhouse all in one, and he imagined lesser men blew their loads hands free when it came to her, never mind getting to dig out her pussy while she thrashed about in joy with the first plunge.

While desperately clawing at her top, which flailed around to contain her boobs, Tsunade used her fine control over her muscles and flexed her insides around Ichigo's meat and gave it a squeeze. The stud shivered and tensed – and spurted another rope of white slop in Tsunade's guts. Tsunade could feel the head of his cock up behind her tits, reaching deep within her has it pushed and pulled his cock deep in and out of her, while her tits themselves wobble against his chest. Her first time cumming wasn't too far apart from her second; nor was that one left alone. She squirted like a virgin, getting stuffed beyond anything she'd ever known, or would know. Tsunade finally clutched the insides of her sports bra and used barely any strength at all to tear it open, letting her glorious tits spill against his chest, her solid nips tickling his abs directly as the full flesh of her milk tanks was against him. Their Juicy, heavy wobbles and brushes caught his notice, and he looked down as Tsunade's most famous parts of her bounced under the force of his tremor-inducing fucking.

Stimulated by the pleasure of the soft tit meat prodding his sexually hypersensitized body, he started fucking her even harder, something neither knew was even possible, ramming his cock with enough force to her tits jumping even higher, forcing himself to shuffle lower, until they bounced and smacked him in the face. He was muffled by the massive under flank of her supreme tit.

"Well?!" Tsunade managed to gasp out, as her guts were clogged by cock. "My tits aren't going to suck themselves!" Not a millisecond after saying that did she squeal in pleasure as he caught one of her thick, palm-filling nipples in his mouth and started slurping like milk really would come out, and it was his last meal! His lips were vacuum-sealed around Tsunade's puffy peaks, his slobber draining the tit-skin around his mouth while his tongue lathered her thick nipple in his drool. He could taste the salt of her sex-sweat, the same perspiration coating her smooth skin in a shine, just anothershowing how far deep Tsunade was in the most grueling fuck of her life, more demanding than a fight to the death! She was so euphoric she couldn't talk, only moan and scream on this titanic dick that fucked her hard enough to send full body jiggles through her massive curves and send them rebounding right back, only to be met with further ripples trhough her flesh!

Ichigo let go of her nipple with a wet *POP* and switched to the other, pressing his face deep into her tit as he latched onto her alternating peak, sucking on her previously overlooked, thumb-sized titty-cap. His grip went to the sides of her massive, smooth udders and squeezed them, molded them, and sank his powerful grip into the sides of her legendary pillows. This time he opened and closed his mouth, alternating between sucking and licking, and kissing the vast expanse of her breast. The movement and stimulation was all he had to keep himself from being paralyzed by the delight of his cock getting wrung out from knot head to his thick base, behind this woman's powerful core as almost a foot of him schlorped out and in with his dizzying mating pace.

Tsunade was not prepared for when he suddenly grabbed her ass again and scooped her off the ground, full-body lifting her, and forcing her to curl her legs around him and cling to his shoulders, digging her nails in as he went even deeper, cored her pussy out as she was dropped onto his cock! He didn't stumble, nor did he slow down. In fact, he took advantage of her position to keep burying his face between her pale, mammoth tits and moaning as he clobbered his hips upwards, spanking her asscheeks with his balls!

Tsunade stared at Ichigo through her view-blotting jugs, and would have smirked if her face wasn't distorted by euphoria. She enthusiastically shoved the back of his head until it was all the way into the cleft of her farmer's market melons, affectionately squeezed between a place many ninjas only dreamed of. She kissed the top of his head, as he basked in the vast, expansively titanic mounds of man-catching flesh with no equal in volume, knowing now without question how staggeringly pliable and fine they were. All legends of her tits, unrivaled across the hidden leaf village and throughout the villages beyond, he was discovering the truths of. His face was completely entrapped, sapping his will do do anything but fuck. Fuck! Fuck! As they smothered his head! Even with his oxygen seemingly cut off with no escape he refused to do anything but drive his cock through her squishy depths and turn her entire pussy into a G-spot.

"This is like nothing else!" Ichigo enthused, his voice muffled by titty, while Tsunade smothered her own heated moans in his orange hair. They both knew even they couldn't last for much longer, not under all this pleasure, with someone their sexual equal. But they continued full speed ahead, gritting their teeth as they clashed with their final moment of euphoria.

"You know what to do! Cum inside me!" She demanded, forcing the words through waves of pleasure. "Get me pregnant!"

Hearing these last three words drove this monumental stud over the edge and flying away from the cliff. Ichigo drove into her with a full-body pump, Tsunade's core clenched, Ichigo's cock met it with an explosive BULGE, and that was it. An obscene, fertile load into her willing, open baby chamber. He shuddered and clamped down, squishing his balls between Tsunade's sore rump as he exploded inside her. Tsunade clutched her cumflating belly as hot jizz instantly flooded into her womb, filled it, and stretched it. Ichigo fell on his back, rested her weight upon him, forcing the excess spunk to blast out the sides of her cunt and waterfall off the sides of their waists. Even after falling, he didn't stop thrusting until he'd fired every last shot, drained every last drop of his load into the super-busty beauty's womb – and then he let her drop herself, resting heavily on top of him. The pair wheezed for air, sweat matting Ichigo's bright orange hair. He pulled out of her, satisfied by the familiar way his juice gushed out of her opened-up fuck hole, a river right into the dirt. Their mouths gasped thick breaths just inches away from each other, their faces painted in ecstasy, their hands drifting across one another's bodies…

Ichigo gave Tsunade's ass a firm squeeze and kissed her on her full lips, lingering there for quite a moment. When they parted, saliva hung between their panting mouths. Tsunade's skilled tongue rolled out to stroke around his mouth, lathering him with tender, almost loving strokes, even sticking her tongue deep into his oral cavity. Izuku cupped her cheek in a hand and locked lips with her, hungrily sucking on her soft, agile muscle.

After a moment of heated making out, Tsunade disconnected from him and rolled off his chest with a dull thud. The two of them sucked in heaves of air they had no idea was missing until now, too caught up in their thought-debilitating ecstasy. Tsunade especially couldn't believe it. She was coated in a thick sheen of sweat, her tits sloshed all over the place with her deep, desperate breaths, her tongue rolled out like a dog's, and she was too exhausted to even sit up, as her jizz-painted pussy stayed wide open, gushing extra man-milk. She, the fifth hokage, of the three sages, had been sent on her back, not by a godlike jutsu, not by an army of ninja, but by a one-on-one romp like she'd never known. Ichigo wasn't much better; his throat was bone dry, and he was definitely seeing spots. More than that, he was pretty sure he'd blown everything in his balls in a single orgasm. He'd never done that before, and he'd certainly never felt his balls empty, but they definitely were.

"Wow. Now that is a motherfucking cumshot." Tsunade spoke up, now having enough breath to speak.

Ichigo then remembered something important. "Hey, Tsunade. At the end there, you we're just talking, right? Trying to really rev me up?" He sat up on his haunches, despite his shaky arms, and looked at her nervously.

Tsunade chuckled. "Of course I was. Just because you're a breeder like no other doesn't mean you're ready to be a father." She not-so subtly put her hands on her stomach, feeling warmth bloom in her stomach, and her chest.

Notes:

Can't let the Senju bloodline die out. See you next whenever!

Chapter 14: Chel (The road to El Dorado)

Summary:

Big-bootied Chel tempts Ichigo over the edge, and finds out for certain that she's made a serious mistake.

Notes:

Salutations, nations!

Well, Fellas, this has got to be a new record, right? You didn't have to wait another 6 fuckin' months for me to get off my ass and get you another chapter! I'm gettin' better!

Warning: Teasing, Size difference, Intense sexual activity, unrealistic body proportions & bodily actions, Sexual ruination, and (If you value a certain purity to your animated family movies) childhood ruination

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Ichigo peered around the corners in each direction, then stepped into the temple of worship. He'd appeared here about a month before, and thanks to a few displays of power, they thought he was some sort of god. He'd used the opportunity to make the temple a good place to stay until he figured out how to get outta here. Although, there was one person here, who saw through his farce – a secret she willingly kept if he could get her out too. But there was still a problem with her…

He sat on one of the couches and let his head fall back, finally he could relax. His eyes shot open as he heard and felt a soft heft *plop* beside his face.

"Miss me?" A feminine voice asked, as her gorgeous face smirked right back at him from over his shoulder, and bent over, letting her huge mocha tits dangle right next to his ear.

Her fingers crept down his other shoulder, and as she reached further down his arm she slowly pushed her breasts into the side of his head, her thick red lips raised in a grin and her long dark hair draped over her smooth shoulders, hiding her shiny diamond-shaped earrings. "Don't worry, I'll never be gone for too long." She promised ominously, reaching so far down her immense rump was raised up behind her. until her hand had traveled over his dick. He held back a gasp as she palmed his crotch. This had been going on for ever! If Chel ever had him alone, she took every chance to torment the ever loving fuck out of him, pushing him closer to the edge every time, and she couldn't be ignored. This short woman was evil, that's all there was to it, drawing him towards temptation with her thickness, guaranteeing he was going to do something he knew he'd regret, yet he painfully pushed it down every time. Even now, he could feel his member rising against his wishes, pumping to life under her teasing touch.

"This is killing you, isn't it?" She pulled away and slowly sashayed to the other side of the room, her fat brown booty bobbing as she swished her hips, bending over to look at one of the bejeweled statues, giving him a clear view of her shelves of smooth, door frame-busting coco rump. It was made worse by her wearing nothing but a tube top and a loincloth, which went down to her thick brown thighs, but didn't cover much, basically getting swallowed by her gargantuan ass. How did a woman so short carry all that baggage?!

"I think I'll definitely stick to taking this one with me when we go, what about you?" She knew he wouldn't answer. His focus was locked onto her backside, occasionally slipping down to a tube top too small for her coconuts, but her rump definitely took the cake.

She suddenly stood up, and walked backwards. Ichigo's breath was unsteady as she deliberately jiggled towards him until she parked right in his lap, her stupidly thick ass squishing right over his muscular thighs and on his crotch. She shimmied her shoulders and shook her hips under the pretense of getting comfortable, but he could feel her cheeks sinking deeper against him. She put her back to his chest, giving him a straight downward view into her top-straining melons. She ground her butt against his groin, and pretended she didn't notice. Even as sitting in his lap made the difference in size clear, between her shortstack build and his tall, muscular form. Yet he felt pinned beneath her plush, curvy shape and smug, agonizing grin as she shimmied her big boobs and her bigger behind. "You comfortable? Of course not."

Ichigo growled, and stood straight up, the movements flinging her off his lap and onto the floor by her bum. Her fat ass cheeks absorbed the impact, but it was still going to bruise.

"Owww~!" She whined, rubbing her sore rump. "Hey! Give me a warning when you're… gonna…"

The air about Ichigo had shifted on the spot, and his brown eyes hardened, his hands opening and closing tensely. Before Chel could react, he seized her by her hips and tossed her onto the couch, her boobs wiggling with the impact. She tried to straighten herself out, but he was on her in an instant, his knees parked around her plump thighs, which she squeezed together in nervousness. She gasped as he bunched up her tube top in one and and *RIPPED* it off, her perky tits cascading out from their cloth confinement. His hands gripped on the head of their seating as he sat there, looming over her with his superior size and muscle, shifting his hips until something brushed deep into Chel's belly. It took Chel a moment to realize he was grinding a positively massive hard-on against her stomach while his eyes were stuck on her bouncy, hand-filling breasts, giving her a chance to see just how angry he was. His jaw was tight, he was staring at her boobs like they were an insult, and he puffed his nostrils like a rampaging bull as his broad shoulders and marble-carved chest heaved with deep, hungry breaths.

Despite herself, Chel lowered her eyelids in an unimpressed line and grinned at him. She may have taken it too far, but maybe she wanted to face the consequences of teasing this stud. "Well? Are you going to stand there looking mad that I hurt your feelings… or are you going to actually do something?"

Ichigo growled in irritation, and tore his clothes off before she could blink. His veiny enormity *THWAPPED* against her stomach and rested there as he basked in her soft skin cushioning the broad underbridge of his cock and his loaded balls bearing menacingly before her soaking flower, parting itself invitingly before his pussy-ruiner. A was of precum fat enough to be it's own load glutted from his smoldering dick tip and slid between their bodies. Chel gasped as he adjusted himself so his reddening helmet kissed the undersides of her breasts, and one of his big, strong hands latched on and squeezed her smooth, pillowy udder so hard it ballooned around his fingers. She could hardly control her breathing as she locked her eyes on the python against her front, the way it throbbed like a heartbeat of its own, with veins thicker than her thumbs, pulsing rich red blood to keep it rigid and ready to break some poor little pussy.

"Maybe this was a bad idea…" She muttered out loud, too proud to just apologize and trying not to croon at his demanding touch. Not that he could hear, his ears flooded with testosterone as he had a hand squeezing both her boobs and the other one still sinking deep into her brown, sweaty banks of booty flesh engulfing the appendage up to the wrist. She wriggled, but he was infinitely stronger than her; he could have held her over his head with one hand and not noticed. Instead, he decided to dig into her meaty tit banks, and he was about to dig deeper. He'd held back out of respect for her, but respect was violated when she decided to blue his balls with her obscene little body.

He wasn't satisfied with just squeezing her tits for long, so he grabbed her by the arm and forcibly turned her on her back and ripped off her loincloth, her thick, moist womanhood staring right back at him, ready to spread for his enormous, masculine pillar, which was so heavy that it was still laying on her stomach and prodding the undersides of her tits, sagging under its own absurd heft. Ichigo could feel the cylinders going off inside him, like he should get to it right now, like he should have done it from the beginning! It was time to teach this puny, fat-assed bitch a lesson!

Feeling vindicated, he grabbed her by the arm and twisted her on her front, ignoring her yelp of protest. She frantically looked over her shoulder, trying to get on her elbows.

"W-wait," she tried, "I give up, alright? You win, you got gutsier than I was willing. Let's talk about this-"

SMACK*

"AAH~!"

Ichigo's palm scythed down on Chel's butt cheek, the jiggle rippling through her body all the way to her tits. Chel bit down on her lip as a pleasurable shock struck her center like a lightning bolt. Ichigo followed every delicious wobble, and decided he wanted to see it again. He raised up his other muscular limb, and brought it streaking over her other cheek! *SMACK* Chel yelped again. *SPANK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* Ichigo went to town on Chel's hypnotic ass, watching it jiggle-jiggle under his punishments for her taunting with her smoking thickness. He grabbed as much of each cheek as he could carry in a handful and spread her open to see her tiny pink pucker winking at him invitingly. He shoved his face in between the full, cushy divide and held her cheeks in place around him, showing the flesh flooded past his ears. He motorboated her fat Cinnamon ass slabs like his life depended on it, basking in the wonderfully doughy dump truck wrapped over his face like a rubber mask, even snorting it in like a drug. Chel squeezed her hands as Ichigo's nose lay firmly at the divot in her booty.

Having inhaled his dose of Chel's ass sweat, he sat back up and grabbed his cock with one hand, to place it-

whump*

Right in her perfectly shaped booty crevice. He used her hips like handholds while he ground his throbbing monstrosity between her bronze mountains of ass. "You don't get to try and back out now!" He growled out, his eyes briefly turning a familiar black-and-yellow. "You caused this," he said, squeezing the thick bridge of his still pre-spitting dick for emphasis, "so it's on you!"

Chel bit into the cushion, trying not to moan again. She looked back at him with a pleading expression. "I'm sorryyyyy~!" She crooned, desperately. It was all words, really. She was finally seeing Ichigo flood with masculine energy. Getting treated like some disobedient little thing… it was making her so horny she was losing it!

"No you're not." He grumbled, standing up and letting his cock sag to the ground, so heavy and ready to gape. "Not yet." He grabbed the blue-balling shortstack by the ankles and dragged her until her ass was on top of the armrest, her hips raised. He stood behind her, picked up his dick and pulled his hips back until his flaring dick tip prodded her absolutely soaked opening.

"Waitwaitwait! Please!" She begged. "Go slowly, there's no way it's gonna ffffffffffff-oooooohhhhhh~!" Chel came immediately, as his pussy-buster reached all the way into her pussy, stretched it beyond its limits, and touched her every pleasure spot at once, just by existing.

It fit.

Teased to the limit, Ichigo lost all patience as he slammed his cock all the way into her pussy, past it, and pounding in her guts, his fist-dwarfing balls resting against her plump thighs. He threw his head back, enjoying the soft, warm wrap-around of her insides snug along his oversized dick. He got his hips moving again, egged on by his own balls swinging against pillowy thigh-flesh, smacking against her legs as he got into a brutal rhythm of mating. His ass flexed as their hips clapped together, and he gaped Chel the fuck out on the end of his colossal rod. *SCHLOP* *SCHLOP* *SCHLOP* *SCHLOP* *SCHLOP* He stood tall as he proceeded to clap the sweetest cheeks in El Dorado, shoving into her pussy like the true treasure it was! Chel was too thick to ignore, and now she was getting the best attention she could get, all while tasting her new studs prime Triple-S meat. It was more outrageous than any dream he'd ever had! His vision went blurry as he lost himself to primal euphoria, fucking her into the couch cushion. Easily a foot of meat appeared and disappeared as he pulled in and out of her quim. Ichigo shoved his cock all the way down to his base, and the head bulged past her organs and under her throat. Chel was choking on his dick from the other end!

And she didn't even care. Chel's legs kicked about her as she squirted another orgasm. She could feel herself closer to the clouds with each one as she tasted Ichigo's enormity, felt it pushing her guts aside to make room, and gauged her pussy out so she'd never even feel a smaller cock! Her tits flattened out underneath her and bulged into jiggly flanks as she tried to grab onto the seat for dear life. She couldn't help but recount the reckless behavior which had gotten her to this point, the point where she was getting fucked stupid by a strange young stud she had barely known for a month! A little tempting with her nut-draining lusciousness, and now she was getting a romp so rough she thought the furniture beneath her was breaking! Her asscheeks bobbed and smacked against his pelvis, overflowing to the point she was scrubbing his abs with them. She used to wonder if he jerked off to her whenever he could, but now he'd never have to, if she had any say in it.

Ichigo was barely breathing hard, rutting into Chel's gaping hole with mechanical focus. He could feel his cock swell and rush as he stuffed the Mesoamerican beauty with his beastly, pornstar-dwarfing cock. But he needed something else. Knowing immediately what would do it, he grabbed her arms, and lifted her off the couch from there.

"KYAAAAAHHH~!"

Gravity played its part as Chel was re-impaled on his platinum-grade dong. He leaned back to rest her on his chest, repositioned his hands to her thighs, and lifted them until her ankles were behind her ears! He made noises more akin to a growling beast than simply a horny man as he battered his hips against her impact-dampening ass cheeks. Chel's tongue rolled out of her mouth and her eyes turned backwards into her skull as she was pumped on Ichigo's massive prick. Her entire pussy had been turned into a G-spot at that point, unable to react any other way to his virile sexual pillar. If he told her in that very moment he was a sex god, she would believe him from then on, she was practically considering it already, getting torn open on his third leg while he fucked all of his frustrations into her abused hole.

Ichigo kept his hold on her thick thighs, but his hands kept traveling over them to enjoy every inch of her delectable plushness. His balls swung up and clobbered behind her helpless limbs as he dug into her pussy like fresh soil. His thick, veiny whore maker was right at home inside her juicy puss. If he'd known it was this euphoric to fuck a teasing bitch, he would have made it a suitable punishment a lot sooner. He could tell as he looked at Chel's half-conscious face, it did him a lot of favor to fuck her stupid, her thick cheeks jiggling and her perky tits bouncing to and fro in front of them. He was guided by his instincts at this point, as he twisted her around on his dick - to her nth orgasmic scream - until she was facing him. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her legs locking around his waist, while he held onto her by her hips. Her eyes were glassy with pleasure, but she was looking straight into his soul. She kissed him full on, and he dove her tongue straight into her open mouth; he felt like she was trying to suck his balls dry through the slobbery making out, as he mushed into full, red, perfect cock-sucking lips.

She yelped as he *SMACKED* her ass again. It seemed he was determined to punish her cheeks for being so unwieldy in their gravid chunkiness! She trembled as she held herself against him, flattening her boobs into pancakes against his abs, delirious with pleasure beyond all doubt, clinging to him as she fell in love with his long, fat, scary, veiny, thick, smelly, throbbing, MANLY, COCK!

He spanked another orgasm out of her, clobbering those cheeks every which-way as he gouged out her pussy, sailing through the rising tide within him! His cock pulsed as her ass like a bongo drum, his impending orgasm riling up all the sexual energy, all his frustrated arousal into a crescendo of euphoria which swallowed them whole and together, his studly virility ready to demonstrate upon the prone, willing booty bunny wrapped over his cock like a condom!

SPLRRRRRTCCCCHHHHHH*

Chel couldn't shriek as Ichigo flooded her insides with a washing-over of spunk, an explosion out of his dick slit which emptied his balls into her pussy and past it! Ichigo hollered with euphoria as he busted a nut, the biggest orgasm he'd ever let out in his life. Chel's gut bulged to the size of a ball, until spunk back-blasted out of her stretched pussy, and she even vomited the stuff, with some splattering through her nostrils – all over her own tits, back, and her hair. She came one last time, an orgasm cocktail which was quickly washed away with the rest of the excess. Ichigo's balls shriveled up as they emptied into the sexually ruined woman in his grasp. Losing his balance, he fell on his ass and made a sizable crack in the flooring. Chel simply shuddered in his grip, and was out like a light, the superhuman levels of sex too much for her tiny, thick body to take anymore.

Ichigo's cock finally sagged and rested between his legs. He tried to get his breathing under control, after getting it on in a romp which would probably draw people up here with its noise; he didn't even realize the grin spread over his face. Sitting in a post-nut clarity equal in satisfaction to the actual orgasm as Chel gurgled next to him, Ichigo realized that he was wrong: he didn't regret this one bit.

Notes:

It occurred to me that I could have said, "her cake took the cake." It occurred to me before the full phrase was even finished just how stupid that would be. Don't forget to leave a review with your personal thoughts. Happy No-Nut November!

See you next whenever!

Chapter 15: Aphrodite (Record of Ragnarok)

Summary:

Ichigo is fighting in round 2 of Ragnarök against Zeus, and Brunhilde has assured from Aphrodite that Ichigo will get a magnificent prize: herself. In truth, Aphrodite is hoping to get revenge, but she's in WAY over her head.

Notes:

Salutation, Nations!

Nothing in particular to respond to on the review front, Just some repeated requests and appreciations, which I am grateful for. But I would like to seriously apologize for taking months again. If I get my shit together as planned and intended, no update will be any longer than two weeks apart! This one is a special request by Leonid, who went into thorough detail about what he would like out of this one. Hopefully its everything you wanted, old boy!

Warning: Unrealistic bodily proportions & actions, superpowered sex, impregnation, implied NTR though not the focus

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Ichigo effortlessly dodged a lightning bolt which moved fast enough to make lightspeed look like shuffling. He clutched his blades in each hand, though he had yet to strike Zeus with them. He stared up at Zeus, the ridiculously muscular old man who dashed around, clasping a cylinder of pure lightning in his grip. Electricity sparked from it and arched back towards the ends. Zeus's personal lightning bolt was his greatest weapon, and he'd been using it from near the start of the match, to no effect save getting Ichigo to dodge more than his fists had. He could hear the gods gasping and cursing as he practically danced around his foe, not sure if even Zeus could beat him. When Ichigo had been invited to fight the gods on behalf of mortal kind, he'd expected a fight that would surpass all he'd ever faced, but this was just feeling like an uneven match.

In the luxury box seats sat Aphrodite, smiling down into the ring as Shiva returned to his chair next to her and Odin nursing a sore shoulder. Her gaze locked on to the human champion, and a familiar feeling of want sparked in her center. She leaned forward to get a better look, readjusting her gargantuan, pale breasts in doing so. She felt her cheeks go flush, her fingers fidgeting while her toes lightly curled. Her bust swelled, her thumb-size nipples pebbled, and she bit on her thick lower lip. The best of humanity were among those thirteen, but this man was dimensions apart from Lu Bu! This was a stud, unlike anything she'd set her eyes on before! It was a terrible shame, she thought as Zeus compressed his body to his Adamas form, that he would perish before she could have made him her new toy, but such was the penance of those who challenged the gods.

Not content with his best weapon and strongest state, Zeus reared back his bolt-hand, and it began glowing as time crawled to a snail's pace for most. This time, Ichigo prepared to go on the offensive, as Zeus Dashed forward at several quintillion times the speed of light! He threw his mighty lightning-cloaked fist!

And was the only one to perceive as Ichigo cut his arm off above the wrist then the shoulder, sliced off his legs at the knee, and then cut him in half, straight down the middle. Time resumed with Zeus's remains flying and crashing into a wall! His pieces shriveled to their previous state as the dust cleared, for all to see the King of Olympus defeated entirely.

Everyone in the stands just stared in a deafening silence, save for Heimdall who remembered his job to announce the winner, not that anyone paid attention, the humans even too shocked to cheer. Ichigo had left the arena after Zeus's remains had dissipated into nothing a while ago.

Aphrodite was the most shocked out of the entire stadium. The goddess of beauty's flawless face was caught between shock and horror, as a bet she'd made before the tournament even started was caught on replay in her head.

"Oh Aphrodite~!" Brunhilde singsonged mockingly, standing right behind Aphrodite's throne. "You know what this means~."

Before the tournament had begun, Aphrodite had declared to Brunhilde that there was no point in being 13 rounds, because the humans wouldn't even win one round. Brunhilde thought since she was so sure, she wouldn't mind a little wager, that said winner of one round would get a special prize, and Aphrodite decided there was no greater prize than herself.

The ultra-busty goddess grit her perfectly white teeth behind her thick, pillowy lips and drove her finely manicured fingers into her throne, crushing the armrests to dust with surprising strength. Her eyes narrowed menacingly at where Ichigo had been standing, and her blonde flower-decorated hair seemed to levitate from her face as an aura of rage flowed from her softly sculpted, obscene body. She heard the clink of metal as Brunhilde walked off.

"He'll be in the waiting room with the slide doors. I wouldn't keep him waiting if I were you, slut." Brunhilde turned off with a prominent limp in her step, her armor heels clacking unevenly against the ground.

Well… Aphrodite was going to deal with this little problem herself – which naturally meant she would succeed – then she'd kill the Valkyrie for her ugly audacity, tournament be cursed!

Aphrodite walked alone down the empty hallway, daintily sweeping a lock of hair away from her silky cheek. She scanned the several huge doors as she jiggled through the corridor, looking for the entrance matching Brunhilde's description. Her form was delicate, and almost gentle in its gait, but her mighty curves made her a beast of a different kind, the kind lesser women knew to steer clear of. Her hulking ass bobbed, her baby-making hips swaying with every step, and her gigantic breasts, so mind-breakingly colossal that they overshadowed her tight, flat stomach and smooth, skinny waist like grand mountains over a flawless plane, heaved in her stride. This human – Ichigo Kurosaki, she remembered – was going to get everything he wanted… and more than he bargained for.

She was alerted to the sound of huffing and puffing. She recognized the type: someone was walking away from a session of day-making sex. Sure enough, she saw… Parvati?... stumbling down the hall, a clear limp in her step as she leaned against the wall, making her way through the place, flush-faced, glassy-eyed, and seemingly unaware of anything else. And she could tell why. Aphrodite had a literal sense for arousal, and Parvati reeked of sex fluids, but not of Shiva. Her shaky-legged walking could only mean this was very recent, intense, or both.

"~No fair~…" She muttered, like she was the only one there. "~Why'd he have to go hard on me like that~?" She readjusted her underboob-revealing top. Suddenly, she seemed to realize she wasn't alone. "Oh, hey, Aphrodite! You're here to see that Ichigo fellow, aren't you?"

How did she…? "Yes, I have."

"Oh wonderful!" She pointed to a door, which was exactly the one Aphrodite was looking for. "He's in his waiting room right now. He'll be so excited when he sees you've arrived."

Oh, she was counting on it. Aphrodite paid no further mind as Parvati limped away, simply sliding the door open, to the sight of the man himself, shirtless and broad, muscular back to her on a King-sized bed. She immediately took in the deep, harsh muscle lines as he stretched his hands over his head, and she recognized a sheen of sweat coating his skin. Ohhh, so that's what Parvati had been doing; right behind Shiva's back, no less! And if they just stopped, he was still heated up!

Hopefully he wasn't too spent. Breaking him was going to be so much fun!

Stepping into the room, she irradiated a barbie-pink aura and willed it into an air-stream towards the human, letting it roll around him and seep into his being. This was her power, the one which she had used to charm all the gods of Olympus into almost going to war over her, and seduce every god she's rolled in the sheets with since; to control people through their desire, to sink them so deep in a sea of lust they would do as she wanted, just for the promise of pleasure. Plus, it was fun to make unwavering studs empty their balls without even touching them. She strode over to Ichigo, strutting with her seductive hip-sway, not minding he was facing away.

Ichigo's body stiffened as he felt an alien power wash over him, and stitch itself into his mind. The heat slowly dying down after Parvati had just left was now returned to a blaze, his barely softening cock now bulging back to life. He knew someone was here, but he didn't turn around, and tensed as he felt a truly massive pair of tits flatten out over his back, followed by thin, feminine arms draping over his chest.

"~Congratulations, human~." Aphrodite whispered sultrily into his ear, her pouty lips stretched into a smile as she kneeled behind him on the bed, her boobs spilling onto his shoulder. The man-eater's soft hands traced along his broad, muscular chest, before one settled traced along his arms and gently squeezed his powerful bicep. His body was perfect. "As the first winner for the humans, you are granted this opportunity to do with my body as you please~."

It was as foolproof as ever. Nobody could ever resist an open invitation from the goddess of beauty for a session of peerless sex. It was even better when she enjoyed it too. The problem for them was she was a goddess. Eventually her true strength and stamina caught up with them and they lay there dead, with drained balls! She could literally fuck them to death, and that's how this bastard would pay recompense for his sabotage!

"You got here quick…" Ichigo breathed, basking in the pillow plushness of Aphrodite's obscene curves. He could feel her nipples poking his upper back through the thin toga which barely contained anything. He took a hold of one of her hands, feeling it in his and pretending to be polite. "And much more enthusiastic than I thought you'd be to bless me with this exceptional privilege."

The goddess giggled girlishly, in a way which sent pulses to his jutting manhood. "Don't be so surprised." Aphrodite said. "You caught my eye from the very first moment I saw you." She traced a finger over his rippling sides, and continued to stroke his ego. "Any woman would want to roll in the sheets with such a gorgeous…" Her hand glided over his abs, "succulent…" Her palm was on his thigh, "powerful specimen of male." Her hand forewent subtlety and landed on his-

COCK!

Aphrodite's delicate eyebrows rose, and she gasped. Her sexual experience tuned her in, and she suddenly realized she hadn't actually paid attention to his bulge, but now she could feel it. Her blue eyes drifted down to his crotch, and she realized a bulge like no other was prodding against his robes like a third leg!

Little boys had penises. Men had dicks. Studs, though… studs had Cocks, and Ichigo had a cock that could shame titans! Aphrodite's acute senses for sex took over her mind, and now she practically had an outlined x-ray shot of his magnum dong trying to break through his clothes like a rampant beast!

Ichigo took advantage of Aphrodite's stunned look to grab her by the back of her head and pull her in for a rough, open kiss. She could barely squeak as she tasted him with her entire being, and nukes went off in her brain as he slathered his muscle all over her oral cavity. He fed her his tongue, tasting a unique sweetness that kept his lips against hers as he kissed her breath away. Aphrodite felt like she was getting the life drained from her as he kept mashing lips, and she didn't want him to stop. But stop he did, and drool fell from their mouths as they departed with a smack.

Ichigo smirked at the brain-fried look on Aphrodite's face, and removed her hands from around him as he stood up. "I wish I could go again, but that goes against the rules." Ichigo faux-lamented. He turned around to look at her, "But as long as I have all this energy, I know what to do with it."

Aphrodite readjusted her position on the bed, arching her back seductively, tracing a hand over her perfect globes and spreading her thick thighs, giving him a view of her wet, pink womanhood through her practically see-through toga which only amplified her obscene curves in a way unthought of. That kiss was… goodness, she didn't have the words! And if it was the indication she knew it was… Focus! You're here to drain the… life from his… body! It doesn't matter if you just came from that kiss alone and he's a hung stud! The pose was just to entice him further, yes, that was it, as she raked her nails along her belly, emphasizing her already peerless tits by hiding her arm underneath them!

Ichigo pulled off his robes in a single move, and his hulking slab of cockmeat flung up from his robe, smacking against his thigh before bouncing back into a place, sagged by its own heft.

Aphrodite felt her core clench and heat up at the slab of dong pointed at her like a canon, her already fat, jiggling tits swelling up at the sight of that impossibly thick cock, and the enormous, bulging testicles dangling beneath, churning with thick, hot jizz. It was thicker than her whole arm, and easily half-again the length at least, and his bloated, wrinkly ball sack hung like a pair of tree-melons. He strutted up to the bed, climbed on the mattress and set himself against the headboard, letting his massive fuckslab point to the ceiling as if it was ready to pierce the heavens like they were her fat, juicy cunt. Aphrodite felt herself go wet as his dong stood menacingly, it looked more like a threat than an invitation.

"Allow me to offer my congratulations for your victory, slayer of Zeus." She whispered shakily as she crawled up to him, and smoothly draped herself onto his lap, landing her shelf of giant, supple rump over his dick and getting his head immediately swathed in the overwhelming mountains of her snow white milkers, cheek-deep in the prodigious banks of titflesh so freely ready to be tasted if he opened his mouth. "And of course, I still mean my body." She didn't even know why she was saying this, as her thick hips wriggled, her breath caught in her throat even though his manhood was only wedged in the cleft of her deep booty! She felt his big, strong hands sing into her vast hips, and suddenly the familiar motions of being flipped on her back, her titties heaving with the motion. Ah, the dominant male. Her favorite, truthfully: they always put the most into it! He pinned her arms above her head with one hand, while the other one parted her thin toga strips and grabbed her mammoth bazonkas, effortlessly achieving the dream of countless men and gods!

Ichigo snorted like a bull as he squeezed Aphrodite's legendary rack, grinding his palms against her mouth-filling nipples and sinking into her otherworldly titflesh. Aphrodite moaned uncontrollably as Ichigo's powerful grip handled her milkers better than her tit-rests ever had. Her head went light as his strong hands molded her bountiful boobs with more energy than she'd ever dealt with. Most men got lost in her obscene body and drowned under her sexual fervor, but this man was driving her up the wall just by squeezing the envy and desire of all of heaven! His hands were so strong~! While one hand continued to let her tits balloon around it, He readjusted her toga so he had an unimpeded view of her cunt in all its silky hot glory, his cock jumping in joy as he took her in. This whole thing was made especially erotic for him because Aphrodite technically still had all her clothing on, while it wasn't very much; just her thin toga, her bracelets, and the beads encircling her waist, and If Ichigo had any say, she's still be wearing all of it while he got her messy! He could have started motorboating her knockers for days, but he wouldn't be satisfied. He went straight for the main course.

"Try not to pass out on be bitch." Ichigo snarled.

Aphrodite looked at him. "What did you just-"

She screamed out in joy as Ichigo drove his python dong straight into her center, and went straight to orgasm! He let loose with thundering hip-thrusts which had his dick pumping into her like a pneumatic drill. Aphrodite's taut stomach bulged with the intrusion of his cock into her helpless pussy. His cock was so mind-numbingly thick she could feel every spot in her caverns rubbed at once, and it had sparks dancing across her vision. The impact of his thrusts sent her own tremendously monstrous tits, not for the first time, walloping her in her own face, swaying about with enough force to knock a man out. His testicles spanked against the squished underside of her wobbling Olympian booty. Aphrodite couldn't speak; there were only moans, and squeals and incoherent praise of the fuck hammer smashing her like a wrecking ball.

SCHLORP* *SCHLORP* *SCHLORP* *SCHLORP* *SCHLORP* That was her own pussy, Aphrodite realized, which was making those obscene, slimy noises as Ichigo pumped into her pussy which was letting out an orgasm a minute, soaking the sheets under her with her silver juices of satisfaction. Ichigo's cockhead punched her cervix with big-bang force, pushing aside organs to make room, and squelched disgustingly every time it dragged out, brushing flat against her slimy inner walls. This wasn't possible, she should have had him already blowing his load when he was trying this hard. Aphrodite made studs orgasm like they'd never get out of any other woman just from being in the same room as them! This one should have already emptied his massive, sweaty nuts and has his prick shriveling up against all hope of ever rising again without her say! Instead, he was reshaping her cunt to suit his bitch breaker! She could already feel herself sweating as his cockhead made itself clear behind her tits!

Right now was the part where she summoned her true strength, she'd boil his blood, make him jizz dust, dehydrate him with god-level sex…

It then occurred to her that she had been using her true strength from the start, ever since his impossibly massive dong started digging deeper into her velvety guts than she'd ever thought possible! Her body had been instinctively at top capacity just to hold out against him! And she realized she had just thought of herself as his bitch!

And then she couldn't think. Aphrodite's mind snapped. She wasn't strong enough to take this man on! He was too much for her, too big, too strong, too durable, too hung! Her partner had her wrapped around his cock like a sleeve, he was stretching her so far beyond anything she'd known!

Ichigo grabbed Aphrodite's meaty thighs, and lifted them over and behind her ears, much to her shock. He grinned as he reared his back and slammed her deeper yet again, all the way to his brawny root, as her entire body rolled and jiggled under the strength of his mighty fucking. Aphrodite's entire pussy had been turned into one big G-Spot, and it clung around his barrel dong in a desperate death grip. What she lacked in muscle definition, she more than made up for in erotic, pillowy plushness he could sink all the way into. He stared at her hypnotic rack, as his thrusts left her flesh jiggling, her tits slapping against each other, like a horny round of applause. Her bracelets and wrist & waist beads rattled, totally unnoticed but staying right in place the entire time. His nuts throbbed as his silky new pussy massaged his urethra and every vein, his dick throbbing, but it wasn't happening soon enough. He'd have to force the issue to really blow his load for this bitch! With that in mind, he hooked her thighs on his shoulders, grabbed her by her childbearing hips and easily lifted her off the bed! Aphrodite gasped in shock as he slammed her back down on his cock, once again all the way to his trunk-like base, aided by gravity. He walked over to a wall while still plugging her puss, and then pinned her against it as he continued to slam into her, sinking his head into her massive, wobbling titties while he did his work. He continued to rut and bounce Aphrodite on his cock, having already rendered her pussy incapable of taking a smaller cock. He now had full control and access to this whore, he knew it, and he could still feel the effects of her powers on him from the moment when she'd walked in. Now he'd be horny for days, but she was the one who was going to take care of that. His blood boiled as his cock bulked and spasmed inside her, and just before cumming, he brusquely pulled her off of him with a wet *SCHLLLLLUP, let her drop onto the floor, bruising her butt, and grabbed her by the air, shoving her mouth down on his prick. Her cock-shock left her defenseless as her lips stretched around the bridge of meat slithering down her throat and pointed at her stomach. He erupted a mighty load of his sperm straight inside Aphrodite's unprotected stomach.

She could only flail her arms around helplessly as he filled her gut with his glue-thick milk, and then pulled out abruptly. He held his cock up and sprayed all over her, coating her from her face, to her boobs, and eventually, by the time he had let out his last spurt, she was coated head to toe in his seed. She simply sat there, basking in the powerful, manly stink of his jizz and thickly swallowing what had been forced down her throat. She felt bolts of pleasure every millisecond, and was alerted to her… to Ichigo looming over her, his cock unflagging as she peered up in dread. But it did not drown out her lust.

Ichigo glared down at her, over his throbbing, still-hard cock. She thought she saw steam come out of his mouth "You really came here trying to kill me, didn't you?!" Aphrodite was too afraid to say anything, just caught between staring at him and his schlong. Ichigo narrowed his eyes, and smacked her across the face. "Answer me, you stupid bitch!"

"Yes!" Aphrodite trembled, now truly afraid of him. She tried to kneel before him, tits barely-hefted in offering , hoping he'd be merciful if she was sorry enough. "I-I came here hoping I could have sex with you until it killed you!"

"HA! You don't know how many bitches have been where you were sitting!" Ichigo sneered. "Fucking like this is the norm for me now, but you don't need to worry about that." He grabbed her and threw her against the side of the bed. "You could never overpower me in any way. Now you're gonna keep milking my dick until I decide otherwise!" He sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her by the hair until she was in front of him, her titties molding over his knees, her boob flanks just barely missing his dick. "I think you know what I want now. I would have led with this, but I wanted to lube it up first."

Perking up from her spot, Aphrodite obediently got up on her haunches and propped up the unreal swells of her colossal bazonkas under her arms, and looked to him begging for approval. She pushed her tits until they rested in his lap, his pulsating, angry, fully erect cock rested nice and snug between them. Its darker skin hue was a contrast to her pearly pale bosom, and a clear part of it rose victoriously above the tops of her boobies. The goddess of love stared open-mouthed at the flaring dick tip, which was ready to unload a furious hosing of nut-goo, unswallowed by her cleavage. When the stud cleared his throat, she got to work, struggling to lift her boobs up as she kept them snug over his dong. She heaved them up and down, a heavenly massage of breast flesh most could only dream of.

"That's it." Ichigo praised, basking in the sensation of the love goddesses prize cushions. "I woulda led with that, but I needed to get slickened up first."

He'd hoped to get a titfuck from her, not many women had gazongas massive enough to properly massage his cunt-bruiser on their own. But Aphrodite's bottomless valley of titflesh was perfect for pounding his balls against the undersides of, as their brimming, burdensome size inspired envy and desire amongst the gods, and it was here they were really being put to use. Her smooth knockers lovingly caressed every inch of his manly flesh hammer, as they dragged all the way from his helmet to his base and back. She began getting them into a bouncing rhythm, thumping them over his pelvis and bumping them against his nutsack into a pleasurable, weighty slapping. The tips of her breasts scrubbed his muscular torso with every bound and he sighed in pleasure. Never one to sit idle, he heaved his own hips, sending her bosom into a real bouncing, tossing her tits over his pole in a heave-ho that she couldn't match. She simply steadied herself on his muscular thighs while he pumped her tits up and down his dick. Seeing this, he grabbed at the broad, doughy flanks of her udders and held them himself.

"Do you like that?" She crooned, eons of filthy talk coming to her naturally. "My enormous tits smothering your big, stinking cock, milking it empty, stud?" She let her hands stroke the sides of his thighs as she talked, gazing at him adoringly as she spoke, giving him her full attention.

Ichigo growled and smirked, smacking one of her flanks, getting a yelp out of her. "Fuck yeah, I do! How do you like my 'big stinking cock'?" He bucked his hips harder, really letting her see the last portion of his dick beyond the grand slopes of her gargantuan, cum-painted tits. Even a fraction of its length was hypnotizing!

Aphrodite bit her lip. She looked down to the trunk-like dick staring back at her as it poked in and out of her tit-pussy. "I…" She struggled to get back some semblance of control, keep her pride, even as she titfucked him, even as the smell of sex and sweat wafted off of it and flooded her olfactory senses, "It's…" and even as she could still feel the euphoric ache, of a hole left that needed to be filled again.

It didn't work. "I love this fat cock!" Aphrodite squealed, hearts in her eyes as she thumped her milk tanks in Ichigo's lap. Her amokinetic powers flared off of her as she lost all control, and she spilled her only thoughts running through her fucked-empty head, even giving his pecker a big, sloppy kiss as if to cap off her declaration. "I love it! I love these big balls, I love the way it thumps and pounds into my pussy! And I-I love you!" She smiled, a drunken, stupid smile, long gone from having any semblance of dignity to preserve. She was too hooked on the most powerful stud she'd ever known, surpassing all of her wildest standards.

Ichigo wanted to laugh, but he was too busy huffing as he felt his balls rise and his dick buck in the face of an impending orgasm. But he wanted this one to go somewhere else. He simply grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her on her back again, much to her surprise. He lifted her and turned her on her front, and as she got on her hands and knees, her breasts dragging along the floor, he mounted her like a stallion and plugged himself back into her pussy, making her scream again.

"That's a good girl." He murmured. "This time, it's going inside."

Aphrodite wanted to sing! Finally, after denying her last time, she was going to get a nice pussy full of his prime load; more like a gut full, probably. She huffed and puffed as Ichigo thrust his hips into her over and over, her giant ass cheeks bobbing and clapping against his abs, as she submitted fully to his sexual power, far outstripping every single man she'd ever known. Her arms wobbled as she tried to keep herself steady. Her eyes rolled into the back of her skull, and her tongue flopped past her lips, her face going full ahegao. Her mind was completely gone, cock-washed into being Ichigo's breeding sow, and his alone. Her body was far too weak to ever threaten him; she had submitted to him completely. All that was left now was to wash her insides in his breeding batter.

"C'mon, bitch!" He barked, smacking her ass, another jiggle in an ocean of wobbly flesh. "Faster! Harder!" He spanked her again as he commanded her to milk his cock better! "I earned you! You'd better get me off again, because you'll be stuck on my dick until you do!"

"Yes!" Aphrodite screamed. "Please! Please keep me stuck on your perfect fertility pillar! I want to do this all day every day!" She huffed and gasped for air, her every faculty going to Ichigo's orgasm!" I swear I'll be your perfect pussy, just please don't stop fucking me!" She shunted her hips as best as she could, contributing the the *plap-plap-plap* of their slapping hips, Aphrodite didn't care if she drained herself trying to milk him, she would do anything for the one she loved, loved, LOVED!

In his horny rage, Ichigo unconsciously turned on his blut, the thick veins in his dick glowing blue, as he let out his thrusts full speed and force. Aphrodite screamed as her seemingly maximum pleasure was taken even higher, by a cock going harder and fucking even deeper! She continued to writhe and twitch! Aphrodite could taste his slut-tamer in the back of her throat, his bell-shaped head buried behind her tits. Her arms finally gave out, and her face hit the floor, her cheek squished flat and her tits pancaking out to her sides, while her big ass stayed raised into the air for him to slam into, barely supported on her trembling legs! Her juices continued to run down her thighs as well as Ichigo's, white-hot joy seeping deep into her being.

Ichigo stared at the back of her head, her backside soaked shiny with sweat, and her pillowy butt-shelf rippling like a pond in a storm. As his testicles buzzed in a familiar sensation, he ground further and further against her pouty pussy. He had gone well past splitting her open; she had been baited, she had been tempted, and she had been conquered totally. Now all that was left was for him to reach the top of the hill and roll down the other side. Her rippling petals stroked his untamable beast ever further towards the finish line. It was inevitable, a veritable storm of pleasure rising up in great crashing waves building to an explosive finale of euphoria and joyous exhaustion!

And what an explosion it was. Ichigo practically fired his sperm into Aphrodite's vulnerable womb, letting out his spunk in cannon shots all over her insides. Aphrodite's gut distended as she bore the full weight of his orgasm, her perfectly skinny stomach bloating out beneath her, becoming heavy with baby mix, until her stomach was bigger than both of her boobs put together! Ichigo squeezed her hips until his fingers bruised her flesh, and then let her hand off his cock, her legs not even carrying the strength to hold her up.

By the time Ichigo had pulled out of her and she slumped to the ground completely, Aphrodite was a fucked-stupid wreck. Her gut had stretched out, and now she looked like she was already giving birth to triplets; she was absolutely and inescapably fertilized. And more humiliating for her, she wasn't even awake the entire way through, she had orgasmed into unconsciousness.

Just as Ichigo entered post-nut clarity, Brunhilde stepped in, with a vicious grin, gazing smugly at the goddess who'd just been fucked into unconsciousness. "So how was she, champ?"

Ichigo looked down at the prone goddess with a critical eye, thoughts certain and intense. "...I give her a seven out of ten."

Several Months Later

The Ragnarök tournament had wound up being a resounding victory for mortals, with only two losses for their required 7 wins. The gods were totally embarrassed, mortal kind was officially spared for another millennia, and now they had 1000 years time to be ready for the next tournament. They would either have new champions ready, or it would be lost to time, their victory left to chance.

But they would be ready. Ichigo was certain to sire some champions of his own. If the tournament was rejected the next time? Fine. It would be total war, and Ichigo would use their bitches to breed powerful children.

Speaking of…

"Faster, bitch!" Ichigo gripped Aphrodite's hair in his fist as he drove her face down on his cock, stretching her lips around his mammoth dong while his balls pounded against the tops of her tits. She, looked up at him, eyes red with tears, her swan-like neck bulged, she mewled in pleasure at the masculine taste of cock-sweat and bitch juices belonging to other goddesses he'd already gone through. Her hands tried to get a grip on his hips to keep her steady, as her breasts squashed against his thighs. Aphrodite's iconic milk bags had become enlarged by her absurd pregnancy, and because her stomach was bloated out, full of his babies, they were pushed up into blocking most of her view. She was nursing Decuplets right now, because there was so much fertility between the two of them! And Ichigo enjoyed drilling into her holes and reminding her she was just his slut.

The proud, widely worshiped goddess of beauty had become his totally docile, cock-worshipping breeding slave. She was getting fucked most of the day, unconscious for most of the night, and every moment otherwise was spent eating, or feeding his other babies with her prime milk tanks.

And she'd give birth to plenty of kids of his herself.

Laying only a few feet away from them, satisfied beyond compare, well into pregnancy, and nursing a child on each tit, were Durga, Parvati, and Kali. The kids they'd all had during rounds of sex with their communal stud weren't as far along to being born yet, but they were glad to play nurse to his adorable brats, all of which were pristinely healthy.

"My goodness," Kali marveled enviously, "look at them go."

Parvati agreed. "And to think, we were about to wipe humanity out and him with them."

"... I don't think we could if we tried." Durga mumbled. Unlike Parvati, she was present firsthand when Ichigo Killed Zeus the instant said god went on the offensive at full power. The fellow goddesses of Parvati had succumbed to Ichigo's sexual prowess not long after Aphrodite, since he'd sent Parvati to lure them in when he was finished with the love goddess. And he set out to catch every other goddess on the end of his cock, as his breeding whores.

"Got that right, bitches." The three goddesses bristled as they turned their attention to Brunhilde, who was sitting next to them, smiling contently with her own pregnant-bloated stomach, though not nearly as far along as the others. The Valkyries had decided to celebrate by joining the in a smoldering orgy of bed-shattering sex, and Brunhilde had become Ichigo's favorite, even sex aside. The oldest Valkyrie was greatly entertained by the sight of their mega-powerful stud using the narcissistic goddess as his personal onahole. It was almost as fun as sex with him herself.

Notes:

In case anyone's thinking she's too snobbish to use dirty words, please keep in mind that one of her domains is sex; sexy talk to get partners going would absolutely come to her naturally, even if she would find it uncouth.

Also, I legitimately did the calculations - because I was just the tiniest bit bored - for Zeus's attack speed based on the numbers I found in the wiki, fully aware that it might not be a reliable source. But if it is, I assume his fist traveled anywhere from a high-ball of six feet to a lowball of half that while jabbing. Crunching the numbers, and remembering to multiply the decimals of a second all the way to a full hour to calculate speed by miles per hour, his punches for his meteor jab scale at relativistic speed, while his Fist that Surpassed Time measures from over sixteen- to over thirty-two quintillion times the speed of light! You're totally free to correct me about that if you care, and if you do, this chapter will get a re-edit with your username mentioned in gratitude.

Truthfully, no I don't think any bleach characters can move that fast, though I think the fastest can definitely move a conceivable fraction of that. But this Ichigo is stronger than his end-of-series self.

I wonder when I'll get to chapters for the Valkyries and the other goddesses. Oh well!

See you next whenever!

Chapter 16: Meanwhile...

Summary:

How did this come to be? How exactly did Ichigo get his poon tang from other universes? Let's find out, and pseudo-science our way through the whole thing!

Notes:

Salutation, Nations!

Now, time for some exposition on how we got here. You Excited? Too bad, this is my story, and I thought this should happen. Maybe it should have happened sooner.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Meanwhile

Urahara Shoten, Underground Training Facility & Laboratory

Ichigo thrashed about in his metal chair, but the cuffs at his wrists and ankles kept him from causing any harm. Thank goodness he was in his human body, or he'd tear out of those like they were wet toilet paper. A monitor was reading his anatomy via several wires suction-cupped to various parts of his body, and displayed a screen displaying a rapid-fire of several images of people, places, and things Ichigo was seeing in his mind… many of which Kisuke was not personally familiar with the existence of. His muscles were tense, and his eyes were bulging open, but his jaw was slack, as if he was comatose, but going through muscle spasms simultaneously.

Kisuke fanned his face, a few feet to Ichigo's side. He swore he felt the whole basement shake as Ichigo thrashed about, and traces of bending space-time which, so far, went out of their way to avoid people, as if the cause of them was subconsciously trying to control them as much as possible from being dangerous, while not being able to prevent them completely. Even not looking straight at his face, Kisuke still clearly remembered that haunting image; the multi-pupils in Ichigo's wide-open eyes.

It had started only a few days ago, from what Ichigo had told him. The last embers of conflict in Soul Society had died out, and Ichigo was continuing with his human life. He'd been feeling dizzy, despite doing everything right to maintain peak health. He'd seen visions, full-on images in his mind of places he knew even though he'd never been to them- or had he? When Ichigo stopped saying anything, Kisuke was quick to find he had passed out. As he'd said, his body was neither feverish nor physically diminished, it has simply shut down.

He'd already told Ichigo's family, though he probably wouldn't like that; he'd only been moved out for a month and a half after making the money he needed, and he didn't need them racing over to fuss over him. There wasn't any actual immediate danger to Ichigo's own being at the moment; the real worry was the effect he'd have on the fabric of other space-time continuums.

Kisuke had done some tests — purely non-invasive and non-surgical, he'd promised Isshin after all, from in front of a sword's point — and it turned out Yhwach had one last gift for his son.

Yoruichi Shihoin blurred into the room, severing his musings. She strode forward purposefully on sleek, muscular thighs propping up a grand, dark booty. Her thin, finely muscled arms were folded under her huge bust. Her yellow eyes were narrowed intensely, her thick lips in a solid frown as she swished her dark purple ponytail out of her face.

"What have you found out, Kisuke?" Yoruichi cut the shit. "And for once, talk to me like I'm stupid."

Kisuke gasped dramatically. "What, and insult your intelligence? It boggles the mind that you would voluntarily accept such insults!"

Yoruichi allowed a bit of humor via sarcasm, while getting the message across that she wanted to know now. "Well I want to know if he's okay, Kisuke, and for that, I need to understand a lick of what you say."

Kisuke let that be his dose of humor for the hour as he brought her up to speed with the topic at hand. "Well, being that Yhwach died at his hands, Ichigo's powers returned to him, along with a lot more." "He absorbed Yhwach." Before she could respond, he clarified. "Yhwach is not within him, of that much I'm sure. He only activated his Quincy powers and took the rest of him; His powers, his remaining spirit energy… and his schrift."

Kisuke allowed Yoruichi a moment to process the full implications of that, before continuing. "Now, Yhwach's The Almighty, allowed him to interact with the future. He did this by bending space times to temporarily visit them to make the alterations. He was essentially traversing space-time continuums. But whereas it seemed Yhwach could only use it to change the future, I am also reading him in the present time of alternate continuums, the past, and places which, if aligned with our current space-time continuum, could be considered either one of those. Ichigo's presence is essentially spread through the multiverse, so thin that his original self is unoccupied in awareness. It's alive and functioning by the most important definitions, but it's lost the presence controlling it. The reason it didn't appear the instant he absorbed it was quite simply that it was laying dormant until it had settled fully inside his body.

"Shit." Yoruichi leaned against a rock, attempting to process this. A query occurred, and she blinked. "How is he able to use Yhwach's powers better when he only got them recently? It should be impossible for him to use them properly at all, if he's just going on instinct."

Kisuke gave her a flat look. "Yoruichi, our fascinating young ward has accomplished many a miracle in his brief time as part of our world, this is simply the latest, if not also the greatest in magnitude." He dropped it, looking over to the prone hybrid himself. "My only hypothesis is that his hybrid being has evolved the schrift in a way which matches with it, similar to how Yhwach was a Quincy alone, albeit the progenitor of them all, while Ichigo was a mix of all three, and all the greater in potential because of it."

"As I said, his body is still functioning uninterrupted; he is not in any danger, but he is essentially comatose, and his body will have to be taken care of as such." Kisuke paused for a moment. "...We'll take care of his rent until we have this situation resolved. Don't want him kicked out of his hard-earned living space because of this. For now, the only solution to the issue itself seems to be to monitor Mr. Kurosaki, and hope any negative inflictions on the fragments of his presence elsewhere don't have too much of a backlash on him here.

Both of them turned to Ichigo, who remained unresponsive. If there were a camera, this is where it would zoom in on Ichigo, slowly and ominously.