WARNING!! WARNING!!
INTENSE LEMONS!! INCEST!!
MAIN PAIRING - ICHIGO X MASAKI
NEXT TARGETS - YACHIRU, RETSU
CHAPTER 6 - KUKAKU, USE ME MASTER
As Ichigo approached his own house, he took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. He didn't know how he was going to face his mother, not after what he had just done with Orihime. But he knew that he couldn't avoid her forever. The pull of their forbidden bond was too strong.
When he opened the door, the first thing he saw was Masaki, standing naked in the living room, her body flushed with anger. Isshin was slumped on the couch, wearing a shihakusho. The tension in the room was palpable, like a living thing, and it wrapped around him like a noose.
"You," she spat, her eyes narrowed on her husband. "You've been fucking me all day long and now you say you're going back to Soul Society?!" Her voice was like a whip, cracking through the silence.
Isshin looked up at her, his expression defeated. "I know," he said, his voice low. "But my powers have returned. I can't ignore my duties any longer." He glanced over at Ichigo, a hint of regret in his eyes. "But it's not forever," he added quickly. "And you have... other options now."
Masaki's gaze flickered to her son, and for a moment, the anger in her eyes was replaced by something else: lust. "Other options," she murmured, her hand idly tracing the curves of her naked body. "Yes, I suppose I do."
Ichigo felt his cheeks heat up, his mind racing. He had never thought about his parents' relationship in such a way before, and the thought of his father leaving, even temporarily, was a blow he hadn't expected. But then again, he had his own secrets now. He had Orihime, and Tatsuki, and the power that came with their shared love.
"What do you mean, goatchin?" he asked, his voice a little too loud in the tense silence. "You left Soul Society for Mom. Why do you have to go back?"
Isshin sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's complicated, son," he said. "But when I left, I lost my powers to save Masaki. And now, with them back, I have responsibilities I can't ignore." He looked over at Masaki, his expression torn. "But I'll come back," he assured her. "I'll never leave you for good."
Isshin smirked, "And Masaki, you still have Ichigo's cock to fill your tight pussy" he looked at Ichigo "Besides he is just a Quincy like you so he can satisfy you more than anyone ever satisfied you".
Masaki's eyes widened slightly at the bluntness of his words but the fire in her eyes didn't diminish. She took a step closer to her son, her hand reaching for his cheek "Is that true, Ichigo?" she asked, her voice was sultry, "Can your cock fill me every time I want?"
Ichigo felt his heart racing at the thought, his cock twitching in his pants. He had never felt more like a man than he did in that moment, with his mother's hand on his face and his father's words ringing in his ears. "I'll do my best," he said, trying to keep his voice steady.
Isshin chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "And make sure she screams your name so loudly that I can hear it from Soul Society," he added, a challenge in his tone. "Never let her forget who's cock is truly in charge here."
With that, he disappeared in a flash of spiritual pressure, leaving Masaki and Ichigo standing in the living room. For a moment, there was silence, the echo of his words hanging in the air. Then, with a sigh, Masaki turned to her son. "Looks like it's just us again," she said, a hint of sadness in her voice.
Ichigo nodded, his mind racing with all that had just occurred. "We'll be okay," he assured her, "We can do it together", he took Masaki's hand and smiled.
"We'll make it work," she said, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "We'll take care of Yuzu and Karin, and we'll keep our secret." The words were a promise, a vow that she knew they would both keep, no matter the cost. They had always been a tight-knit family, but now, with the added weight of their secret, they were closer than ever.
Masaki stepped back, her eyes never leaving his. "But first," she said, her voice dropping to a seductive purr, "we need to make sure we're both satisfied." With that, she reached out and began to undress him, her movements swift and sure. His shirt was the first to go, followed by his pants. His cock sprang free, hard and eager, and she couldn't help but lick her lips at the sight of it.
She stepped closer, pressing her naked body against his. The feeling of her soft, large breasts against his chest was almost too much to handle, and he could feel his cock pulsing with need. She reached down, wrapping her hand around his length, stroking him gently as she kissed him. Her tongue danced with his, a silent promise of the pleasure to come.
"Mom," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "I want you so badly, Ichigo." The words were barely out of her mouth before she was straddling him, her pussy grinding against his cock. She kissed him again, deep and passionate, her tongue exploring every inch of his mouth. He could feel her wetness, the warmth of her desire, and it only served to make him harder.
Masaki pulled away, her eyes gleaming with need. "Show me," she demanded, her voice husky. "Show me how much you want me." She reached between them, taking his cock in her hand and guiding it to her entrance. He watched, his breath hitching, as she slowly sank down onto him, her pussy swallowing his length inch by inch.
Their moans filled the room as their bodies joined, a symphony of pleasure that seemed to echo off the walls. Her hard nipples brushed against his chest, sending sparks of pleasure through his body. He could feel her heat, her desire, surrounding him like a glove. And as she began to move, her hips rolling in a slow, sensual rhythm, he knew that he was lost to her completely.
"This is ours now," Masaki whispered in his ear, her voice filled with possessiveness. "The room I shared with your father... it's ours now." The thought of claiming what had once been her and Isshin's own room, of making it their own, was almost too much for him to bear. He thrust up into her, his hips moving in time with hers, as if they were dancing to the beat of their hearts.
The room that had once been a symbol of his parents' love now became a playground for their taboo desires. The bed that had held countless marital embraces now became the stage for their illicit encounters. And as they moved together, their bodies speaking a language that only they understood, he knew that nothing would ever be the same again.
"Yes," he groaned, his voice strained with passion. "It's ours. I'll always take care of you, Mom." The words were a vow, a promise that went beyond the physical. He would be her protector, her lover, her everything.
Their movements grew faster, more frantic, as they approached climax. He could feel her tightening around him, her pussy gripping his cock like a vice. He knew she was close, could feel it in the way she bucked her hips, her breath coming in ragged gasps. And when she came, it was like a storm had been unleashed, her body shaking with the force of her release.
He followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing inside her, filling her with his seed. They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat, their breathing heavy. For a moment, the world outside ceased to exist, and it was just the two of them, lost in the haze of pleasure.
But reality soon crept back in, whispering in the shadows of the room. He knew that their relationship had changed forever. But as he looked into his mother's eyes, filled with love and lust and something else entirely, he couldn't bring himself to care. They had found something precious, something that no one else could ever understand.
And as they lay there, their hearts pounding in unison, he knew that no matter what the future held, they would face it together. As mother and son, as lovers, as partners in a dance that was both sacred and profane.
The house was quiet, the only sound their mingled breaths. They had moved from the living room to the bedroom, the space that had once been his parents' sanctuary now theirs. The walls held the echoes of their passion, a secret that was now part of the very fabric of their lives.
They lay there for a long time, their bodies tangled together, the aftershocks of their climaxes still reverberating through them. It was strange, this new dynamic, but it felt right in a way that nothing else ever had. "I love you, Mom," he said finally, his voice low and earnest.
Masaki turned to face him, her eyes soft. "I love you too, Ichigo," she replied, her voice equally sincere. "But we can't tell anyone about this," she added, a hint of sadness in her tone. "It's our secret, our special bond."
He nodded, understanding the gravity of what she was saying. But in that moment, he didn't care about the outside world, about the whispers and the judgments that would surely come. All that mattered was the woman in his arms, the one who had given him this gift of unbridled passion and power.
The next morning, the sun streamed in through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow over the room as Yuzu and Karin padded in, rubbing the sleep from their eyes. They froze when they saw their mother, Masaki, standing naked before the dining table, her body pressed against their brother's. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck, and her mouth was on his, kissing him deeply.
Ichigo's hand was on her breast, his thumb lazily circling her nipple as she moaned softly against his lips. The twins stared, confusion and curiosity warring on their faces. Karin was the first to speak, her voice still thick with sleep. "Mom?" She questioned. "You always sit naked on dad, so what gives today? You're doing the same thing to Ichigo as you do with dad." Her innocence was stark in the face of their mother's wanton behavior.
Masaki broke the kiss, a lazy smile playing on her lips as she looked over at her daughters. "Your brother is just helping me with something," she said, her voice still heavy with passion. "Why dont you two sit and I will serve breakfast after I'm done?" She didn't miss the way their eyes widened at her words, the beginnings of understanding dawning on their faces.
Ichigo's cock was still hard, nestled in her pussy, and the sight of her daughters watching them only added to his excitement. She kissed him again, her hand slipping between her thighs to rub her swollen clit. "They're going to find out eventually," she murmured against his lips. "But for now, let's just enjoy this."
With that, she began to bounce on his cock, her movements slow and deliberate, her eyes never leaving their twins. Yuzu watched, her eyes wide, as her mother's breasts jiggled with each bounce. Karin remained silent, her cheeks flushing as she felt an unfamiliar warmth spread through her body. She couldn't help but stare at the way their mother's pussy swallowed her brother's length, the way she moved with such confidence and need.
Masaki leaned back, placing her hands on the edge of the table for balance, and began to ride him with more urgency. Her breathy moans filled the air, mixing with the clinking of dishes as she set a rhythm that had all three of them on edge. Yuzu's eyes widened as she took in the erotic scene, her mind racing with questions and curiosity.
The twins exchanged a look, the same realization dawning on them. They had always known their family was different, but this was something else entirely. And yet, as they watched their mother's body move in such an intimate dance with their brother's, they couldn't look away. There was something mesmerizing about it, something that made their own bodies respond in ways they didn't fully understand.
Yuzu giggled, her cheeks a bright shade of pink as she watched their mother's erotic performance. "It's like she's dancing," she whispered to Karin, who remained silent, her eyes glued to their mother's writhing body. The sight of their mother's open sexuality was both fascinating and unsettling, and it stirred something within them that they hadn't felt before.
"Mom's really good at that dance," Yuzu said, her voice filled with wonder. Karin nodded, still unable to tear her gaze away. The heating sensation in her loins had become almost unbearable, and she squirmed in her seat, her own hand inching closer to her pussy.
Breathless, she pulled away from the kiss, her eyes glazed with passion. "I need to get to work," she murmured, sliding off his cock with a wet sound. "But don't worry," she added, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "I'll make it up to you tonight."
Breathless, she pulled away from the kiss, her eyes glazed with passion. "I need to get to work," she murmured, sliding off his cock with a wet sound. "But don't worry," she added, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "I'll make it up to you tonight."
As he sat down at the breakfast table, the twins took their places, their expressions a mix of confusion and excitement. Masaki served them breakfast with a smile, her movements graceful despite the evidence of their recent encounter on the floor. "Your father had to go away for work," she said, her voice light. "But that just means I can spend more time with you two."
The twins looked up at her, their eyes wide. "But what about when we miss him?" Yuzu asked, her voice small. Masaki leaned down, her breasts brushing against their cheeks as she hugged them both. "Don't worry," she whispered, her voice dropping to a purr. "You have Mom's tits to play with, and they're much better than anything Daddy can offer."
The twins giggled, not fully understanding her meaning but enjoying the playfulness of her words. They had always known their mother was different, but this new side of her was both fascinating and a little scary. They watched as she sashayed back to the kitchen, her hips swaying seductively, and felt the first stirrings of a desire that they didn't quite comprehend.
"Mom," Karin ventured, her voice tentative. "What happens when Daddy's not home? Who's going to... you know, push and pull on you?" Her curiosity was piqued, and she couldn't help but ask the question that had been on her mind since she had stumbled upon them.
Masaki turned, a knowing smile playing on her lips as she looked at her daughters. She gestured to Ichigo's cock, which was still standing tall despite their recent encounter. "Looks like we don't need him," she said with a giggle, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Your brother's more than capable of filling in for his role."
Ichigo felt his face heat up, but he couldn't deny the truth in her words. He had become her lover, her confidant, her everything in the absence of Isshin. "Mom," he said, his voice firm but gentle. "You shouldn't talk about that in front of them. They're still young."
Masaki rolled her eyes, a teasing smile never leaving her face. "Oh, please," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "They're Kurosaki women. They'll be craving for it sooner than you think." She winked at him before turning her attention back to her daughters. "Don't worry, my little ones," she said, her voice sweet. "Mommy will always find a way to be happy."
Yuzu and Karin shared a look, their cheeks flaming with the same mix of confusion and excitement. They didn't fully understand what their mother was saying, but they knew it was something important, something that was just for the adults. They felt a strange thrill at being let in on the secret, even if it was just a little bit.
"Alright," Masaki said with a decisive nod, "Let's make it official. No more clothes in this house when we're all home." She clapped her hands together, her breasts jiggling with the motion. "From now on, we're a nudist family."
The twins stared at each other, their young minds racing. The thought of being naked all the time, of seeing their brother's hard cock whenever they wanted, was both thrilling and terrifying. But they could also see the excitement in their mother's eyes, the way she seemed to glow with a newfound power. And they knew that if it made her happy, they would do it.
Yuzu was the first to move, standing up from the table and peeling off her pajamas with surprising enthusiasm. Her young body was on display, her small, budding breasts and the faint outline of a developing pussy making her look both innocent and curiously erotic. "Yeah," she said with a grin, "I wanna be as pretty as Mommy."
Karin took a moment longer, her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment, but the sight of her sister's eagerness and her mother's approving gaze made her decide. She stood up as well, her own clothes coming off to reveal her mirrored form. Her nipples were hard little peaks, and the faint down on her mound made her feel more exposed than she ever had.
Masaki watched them with a smirk, taking in their naked forms with a sense of pride. "Very good," she said, her eyes lingering on their youthful bodies. "Now we can all be as nature intended."
She turned to the braskfast and pulled out a platter of colorful vegetables "Now, if you want tits like these," she said, "Eat up all of your veggies, these are packed with nutrients that will help your bodies grow strong and beautiful."
The twins nodded eagerly, their eyes never leaving their mother's breasts. They hadn't noticed before how much they wanted to be like her, to have the same power and confidence she exuded. If eating vegetables was the key, they were more than willing to give it a try.
As they sat down to eat, their nakedness feeling more natural with each passing moment, Masaki began to serve them. "Eat up," she said, placing a heaping plate in front of each of them. "You need plenty of vitamins and minerals if you want to be as desirable as Mommy."
The twins dug in, their eyes never leaving their mother's chest. They couldn't help but feel a strange sense of pride at the thought of one day having bodies like hers.
After they finished, Yuzu looked up at her mother, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Can I play that game with Ichi-nii now, Mommy?" she asked, her voice innocent and hopeful. "The one where you sit on his hard thing and jump?"
Ichigo's eyes nearly popped out of his head at the question, his cock twitching at the thought. He had never considered that his sisters might want to participate in their mother's games. Masaki smirked, stroking his cock gently. "Only when I'm done with it," she said, her voice dripping with possessiveness. "But if you're a good girl, I might let you have a turn."
The twins looked at each other, a spark of understanding passing between them. They had seen the way their mother looked at their brother, the way she touched him, and now they wanted to know what it felt like too. They didn't fully comprehend the implications, but the excitement was palpable.
"Mom," Ichigo whispered, his voice filled with hesitation. "Maybe we should wait. They're still so young."
Masaki's smile grew wider, her eyes gleaming with a predatory light. "They're Kurosaki women," she said, her voice low and seductive. "They'll want cock sooner than you think. And when that day comes, I'd rather they lust for the one they know and love rather than some stranger."
Ichigo swallowed hard, his mind racing with the implications of her words. It was true, their mother had always been open with them about sex and their bodies, but this was something else entirely. Yet, as he watched her hand glide over the twins' heads, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of responsibility, a need to protect and guide them in this new world of desire.
"Alright," he said, his voice firm but gentle. "We'll do it your way, Mom. But we need to be careful." Masaki nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "I trust you, Ichigo," she murmured. "You're their big brother, after all."
With that, she turned to the twins and began to explain the rules of their new lifestyle. "You see," she said, her voice as smooth as silk. "When we're home, we don't wear clothes. It's natural, it's freeing, and it will help you understand your bodies better."
Days turned into a blur of nudity and new experiences. The house was a constant symphony of moans and whispers, as the boundaries between family members grew thinner and thinner. Yuzu and Karin couldn't help but peek in on their mother and brother, their curiosity piqued by the sounds of pleasure that echoed through the walls. They didn't know what was happening, but they knew it was something they wanted to be a part of.
It was during this time that Rukia's brother, Byakuya Kuchiki, came to the living world. His stern presence was like a cold shower on their newfound freedom, bringing with him a harsh reality that they had been blissfully ignoring. He was there to take Rukia away, to punish her for a crime she had committed.
When Byakuya almost killed Ichigo in a display of power, the house was thrown into chaos. But salvation came from an unexpected source: a quirky man named Kisuke Urahara. His eccentric personality was a stark contrast to the tension that had filled the room, but his intentions were clear. He offered to train Ichigo, to give him the power to rescue Rukia from the clutches of the soul society. And so, the journey to save their friend and family member began, with the twins looking on in awe at the strength and determination of their brother and his new allies.
The training was intense, pushing Ichigo to his limits and beyond. But it was also a chance for Orihime to show her support, her own feelings for him growing stronger with each passing day. The bond between them grew as they worked together, their bodies entwined in passion and desire as much as in combat. Chad and Uryu also trained with them to get stronger, their friendship with Ichigo growing slowly.
Ichigo's eyes narrowed with determination as he faced down the challenges Kisuke threw at him. He knew what was at stake, and he was willing to do anything to save Rukia. His mother's love for him had given him a newfound confidence, a strength that went beyond the physical. And as he felt his powers grow, he knew that nothing would stand in his way, not even the laws of the soul society.
And so, the stage was set for an epic battle, one that would take them to the very depths of the soul society. They had a black cat named Yoruichi on their side, a mysterious and powerful ally whose true form was still hidden. Together, they would face whatever came their way, united by love, lust, and the unyielding need to protect their own.
The group arrived at the outskirts of the soul society, where they stumbled upon a peculiar abode. It was the house of Kukaku Shiba, a woman whose name echoed through the halls with a reputation as fiery as her crimson attire. She was Yoruichi's friend, and it was to her that they turned for assistance in their quest to save Rukia.
Kukaku greeted them with a stern gaze, her raven hair framing a face that had seen countless battles and even more heartaches. Her attire was a testament to her fiery spirit: a red top that clung to her ample breasts, threatening to spill them out with every movement, and a skirt that ended just above her knees, revealing long, powerful legs. But it was the absence of undergarments that truly captured Ichigo's attention. His eyes lingered for a moment, taking in the sight of her bare skin, before snapping back to hers, where he found an amused smile playing on her lips.
Yoruichi stepped forward, explaining their plight and asked for her help. But Kukaku was unmoved. "You're all too weak," she said bluntly, her voice a rich purr that belied the steel in her words. "If you go up against the soul reapers, you'll be slaughtered. I won't be party to sending children to their deaths." Her eyes raked over them, leaving no room for argument. Orihime, Chad, and Uryu fell to their knees, asking for her assistance, their voices filled with desperation. But Ichigo remained silent, his pride and his trust in his own strength keeping him from groveling.
Kukaku's smile grew, noticing the silent challenge in his stance. "Very well," she said finally, her voice softer now, a hint of admiration in her tone. "I'll help you, but only because I can see the same fire in you that burns within Yoruichi. But don't say I didn't warn you."
The group looked at each other, a mix of relief and trepidation crossing their faces. They knew the path ahead would be fraught with danger, but with Kukaku on their side, they felt a glimmer of hope. They had come so far, their unconventional family ties and desires only serving to strengthen their resolve.
In the quiet of the night, as the others slept, Masaki's voice whispered in Ichigo's ear. "Write Kukaku's name in the Quincy notebook," she urged him, her breath hot against his neck. "Make her want to help you, make her beg for your cock before she can refuse." The idea was shocking, but in the throes of his need to save Rukia, Ichigo found himself not questioning it. He took out the notebook, his hand shaking as he penned her name with a trembling hand.
The pages glowed with an eerie light, and as he wrote, a vivid image of Kukaku, naked and writhing with desire, appeared in his mind. He felt a strange power surge through him, a power that was as alluring as it was terrifying.
The words flowed from his mind to the page, painting a picture of seduction and submission. He imagined Kukaku's fiery spirit bowing before him, her powerful body trembling with need as she offered herself to him. His bond with his mother had made him bolder, more assertive in his desires, and he knew that with the notebook's power, he could make it happen.
Later that night, under the cover of darkness, Ichigo called Orihime into his room. "I need a little stress relief," he said, his voice low and filled with a hint of mischief. "Can you help me out?" Orihime's eyes lit up with understanding, and she eagerly nodded.
Without another word, she stripped off her clothes, revealing her soft, supple body. Her breasts were small but perky, her nipples standing at attention, and her pussy was already glistening with anticipation. "You don't have to be naked," Ichigo protested, his own cock already thickening with need. But Orihime just giggled, her cheeks flushing. "It's no fun if I'm not," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Her hand closed around his length, stroking him gently until he was fully erect. Then, she leaned in, her pink tongue flicking out to taste him. It was a sight that made his knees weak, and he had to lean against the wall to keep himself upright. Her mouth was hot and wet, and she took him in with surprising skill, her eyes never leaving his.
Ichigo groaned, his hips jerking involuntarily as she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock. He watched as she took more of him in, her cheeks hollowing with each suck. He could feel the tension building, the pressure at the base of his spine growing unbearable. And then, with a final moan, he came, filling her mouth with his seed. Orihime swallowed eagerly, her eyes never leaving his.
When she pulled away, her lips glistening, she looked up at him with a smile. "Better?" she asked, her voice sweet and innocent despite the act she had just performed. Ichigo couldn't help but laugh, his body feeling lighter than it had in days. "Yeah," he said, ruffling her hair gently. "Thanks, Orihime."
But their moment of relief was short-lived. The door to the room burst open without so much as a knock, and Kukaku Shiba strode in, her eyes widening at the sight before her. "Oh," Kukaku said, her voice a low purr. "I didn't mean to interrupt."
The room was heavy with the scent of sex and desire, and it was clear what they had been doing. But Kukaku didn't seem surprised. Instead, she looked at the still-hard cock in Orihime's hand and licked her lips. "I see you've been taking care of yourself, Ichigo," she said, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "But I need to talk to you."
Ichigo's heart sank as he realized the implications. He knew that Kukaku wasn't one to beat around the bush, and the way she looked at him told him she wasn't just there to chat. He nodded to Orihime, who took the hint and dashed out of the room, her cheeks burning. When the door clicked shut, her gaze never left his face. "I know about you and your mother," she said bluntly. "And I know you've been using the notebook to control others. And don't ask me how I know, I have my ways."
He felt a chill run down his spine. He had hoped that their secret would remain just that - a secret. But apparently, Kukaku had her own sources of information. "What do you want?" he asked, his voice tight.
Kukaku's smile grew, predatory and alluring. "I want to see if you're as good as your reputation suggests," she purred. "Prove to me that you're worthy of my help, and I'll do whatever it takes to get you into the soul society to save Rukia."
Ichigo felt his cock twitch at the challenge in her voice. He had never been one to back down, especially when it came to protecting those he loved. He stepped closer to her, his eyes never leaving hers. "And what exactly do I need to do?" he asked, his voice low and filled with a mix of anger and lust.
Kukaku stepped closer, her hands folded under her chest making her tits almost spill out from her robe. "You need to satisfy me," she murmured, her hands pointing towards Ichigo's erected cock. "With that." She rubbed her thighs, licking her lips. "If you can make me cum, I'll know you're the man for the job."
Ichigo's eyes widened, his heart racing. But there was something about the way she looked at him, something that made his blood boil with a mix of anger and lust. He stepped closer to her, his cock pointing straight at her. "Alright," he said, his voice gruff with need. "But first, you have to show me everything."
With a smirk, Kukaku reached behind her neck and pulled her top down, revealing her bountiful, bouncy breasts. They were a sight to behold, with dark pink nipples that stood erect in the cold room. She watched him hungrily as she let her skirt fall to the floor, showing off a small strip of pubic hair that led to her glistening pussy. "Is this what you want to see?" she asked, her voice a challenge.
Ichigo nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "Yes," he said, his voice a growl. "Now make it throb for me." Kukaku's smirk grew, and she began to touch herself, her fingers teasing her clit as she watched his reaction. "You like watching, don't you?" she whispered, her hand moving faster. "You like watching women submit to you."
Her words were like gasoline on the fire of his desire. He took a deep breath, trying to maintain control as he watched her masturbate. She reached out, her hand shaking as she took one of her nipples between her thumb and forefinger. She rolled it, pinching it, watching as she threw her head back and moaned.
Kukaku's eyes rolled back in her head, and she arched her back, her hand moving faster on her clit. "Fuck," she gasped, her legs trembling. And with that, she came, her body spasming as her pussy squirted all over the floor. It was a powerful, primal moment, and it left them both breathless.
Ichigo felt his cock throb, his desire for her reaching a crescendo. "Now," he said, his voice thick with lust. "Sit on me." And without waiting for her to respond, he reached down and pulled her onto his lap. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her wetness pressing against his stomach. He couldn't believe he was about to fuck her, but the notebook's power was undeniable.
He grabbed her right breast, kneading it gently, feeling the softness give way to firmness. Then, he took her left breast in his mouth, sucking her nipple hard. Kukaku gasped, her body wriggling against him as he worked his fingers into her pussy. She was so wet, so ready, and he knew she wouldn't last much longer.
"Fuck me," she panted, her voice ragged with need. "Fuck me like you own me." And with that, he lost any semblance of control. He thrust upwards, his hips driving his cock deep inside her, making her scream. Her pussy clamped down on him, trying to keep him inside her as he pulled out, only to be filled again and again.
The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, mixing with the moans and gasps that fell from their lips. Kukaku's hands were tangled in his hair, her nails digging into his scalp as she bounced up and down, riding him like a soul possessed. He could feel his orgasm building, his cock swelling, and knew that he was close. But he had to make her cum first.
With a grunt, he reached up and slapped her ass, the sound echoing through the room. Her eyes widened, and she threw her head back, her tits bouncing. "Yes," she screamed. "Harder, fuck me harder!" And so he did, his hand coming down again and again, leaving red marks on her pale skin. The sight of her, so beautiful and powerful, yet reduced to this, made him want to fuck her harder.
Kukaku's pussy was tight, so tight that he could feel every ridge and fold as she slammed down on him. He watched as she bit her lip, trying to hold back the screams that threatened to escape her. But he knew she was close. He could feel it in the way her walls were fluttering around his cock, in the way her body was tensing up.
"Come for me," he growled, his hand moving to her clit, his thumb rubbing it in tight circles. "Come for your master." And with that final push, she did, her body convulsing as she came all over him. Her pussy clamped down so hard that he thought she might break him, and he had to fight the urge to cum right there.
But he wasn't done yet. He pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices, and flipped her over, pushing her face into the pillow. "You're going to take it like a good little whore," he whispered in her ear, his voice low and commanding. "You're going to take it until I'm finished with you."
Kukaku's breath was coming in pants, but she nodded, her body already preparing for what was to come. He slammed into her again, her ass cheeks jiggling with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, punctuated by her muffled cries of pleasure. He could feel himself getting closer, the pressure building, his balls tightening.
"Harder," she begged, her voice muffled by the pillow. "Fuck me like I'm your personal whore." And with that, something in him snapped. He grabbed her hips, holding her still as he slammed into her, each thrust harder and deeper than the last. He watched in the mirror as she threw her head back, her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth open in a silent scream.
Her pussy was tight, so tight around him that he could feel every pulse of her orgasm, every twitch of her muscles. It was as if she was trying to milk him dry, and the thought only made him more determined. He could feel her juices coating him, her walls clenching around his cock like a vise. It was a feeling that was both exhilarating and terrifying.
With each thrust, Kukaku's cries grew louder, her body arching off the bed. "I'm cumming," she screamed, her voice hoarse with need. "I'm cumming for you, my master!" And with that, she came, her body shaking with the force of it. Her pussy clenched down around him, her muscles contracting as she rode the wave of pleasure.
Ichigo watched her in the mirror, her body a canvas of lust and submission. He could see the desperation in her eyes, the need for more, for him to fill her completely. "You're mine," he grunted, his hand coming down hard on her ass. "Say it." And she did, her voice a keening wail of pleasure and pain. "I'm yours, I'm your whore, your bitch, your everything."
He couldn't hold back any longer. With a roar, he came, his seed spurting into her, filling her to the brim. He continued to spank her, the sound of his hand meeting her skin echoing through the room. Kukaku's cries grew even louder, her body writhing under the assault. It was a moment of pure, unbridled passion, and in that instant, he knew that he had truly claimed her.
"Yes," she screamed, her voice hoarse from her earlier cries. "Yes, I'll help you save Rukia. I'm your whore, your slave, your fucktoy!" Each word was punctuated by another slap, her ass now a canvas of red handprints. The pain seemed to fuel her pleasure, and she pushed back against him, taking his cock deeper.
Ichigo watched her in the mirror, her body writhing and begging for more. He knew he had her now, knew that she would do anything he asked. The power was intoxicating, and he reveled in it. "Good girl," he murmured, his hand moving to her throat. He squeezed gently, not enough to cut off her air, but enough to remind her who was in control.
Kukaku's eyes rolled back in her head, and she whimpered, her hips bucking back against him. "Use me," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. "Use me for whatever you need."
With each slap, she grew wetter, her pussy gripping him like a vise. "What's the most important thing for a good whore to do?" he asked, his voice tight with desire. "To make her master's cock feel better," she replied, her voice filled with lust. She was his now, fully under his control, and it was a feeling that was both exhilarating and terrifying.
Ichigo's hand came down again, the sound of flesh against flesh echoing through the room. "Will you help us save Rukia?" he asked, his voice low and demanding. "It's a whore's job to serve her master," Kukaku gasped, her body trembling. "I'll do anything to help you."
He smirked, watching the red handprints that marred her pale skin. He knew he had her now, knew that she would be loyal to him and his cause. He pulled out of her, his cock slick with her juices. "Good," he said, his voice dark with satisfaction.
The room was thick with the scent of sex and desire, their bodies slick with sweat. Kukaku lay on the bed, panting and spent, her eyes glazed over with pleasure.
Ichigo stood, pulling his shihakusho back up. He knew he had made a powerful ally in Kukaku, one that would do whatever he asked without question. The incestuous bond with his mother had changed him, had made him crave control, and now he had it. The notebook's power was his, and with it, he could bend even the strongest of wills to his own.
Kukaku picked herself off the bed, her naked form still trembling from the intense pleasure he had just given her. Her reddened ass was a stark contrast to the rest of her pale skin, and the juices that coated her thighs were a testament to their passionate encounter. "You don't need those," he said, tossing her clothes aside. "You're going to help me in your natural state."
With a nod, she followed his command, crawling out of the room like a submissive animal. Her legs were still weak from the countless orgasms he had wrung from her body, and she felt a twinge of pain with every movement. But she didn't care. The notebook had made her want this, had made her crave his touch, his dominance. And now, she was his to use as he saw fit.
As she made her way down the hall, she could feel the eyes of the others on her, but she didn't care. Her new role as Ichigo's whore was all that mattered. Her pussy was still quivering from his touch, and she knew that she would do anything to feel that again. The thought of helping him save Rukia was just a bonus, a way to prove her worth to her new master.
But she was a professional, and she knew her place. For now, she would help him grow stronger, help him become the hero that Rukia needed. And when the time came, she would be there, ready to serve him in whatever way he deemed necessary. Whether it was with her body or her power, she was his to command.
In the shadows of the hallway, Yoruichi watched the display with a mix of envy and lust. Her eyes narrowed into slits as she took in the scene before her. The thought of being the one to bend him to her will was almost too much to bear, but she knew she had to wait her turn.
As she licked her lips, her tail swished back and forth, betraying her excitement. She had always enjoyed watching, but the sight of him taking Kukaku so forcefully was more than she could handle.
The sun began to rise, casting a soft glow over the room. Kukaku stood before them, naked and proud, her body glistening with the aftermath of their encounter. In her hand, she held a painful yet promising smirk, the Shiba clan's technique to break into Seireitei. Her charcoal eyes bore into Ichigo's as she spoke, her voice filled with authority. "You leave at sunrise," she announced. The others exchanged glances, unsure of what to make of her sudden nudity.
Yoruichi stepped forward, her eyes lingering on Kukaku's bare form. "Is this really necessary?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity. Kukaku smirked, her eyes flicking over to the former captain. "It's fine," she said, her tone hinting at something more. "My body is just sore and even a fabric on my body is feeling like a sting on my skin."
The group nodded, too stunned to protest.
As the first rays of dawn painted the horizon, Kukaku looked at them all, her eyes lingering on Ichigo. "Remember," she said softly, "I'll be waiting for your return." Her voice was filled with a submissive lust that sent shivers down his spine. "Use me as you need," she whispered, her eyes dropping to his crotch. He nodded, his own desire for her warring with his need to save Rukia.
With a final, lingering kiss on her cheek, he turned and followed Yoruichi and the others into the early morning light. He could feel her eyes on him, her desire a palpable presence that lingered in the air even as they left. It was a feeling that both thrilled and unsettled him, a reminder of the darker aspects of his newfound power.
The journey to Seireitei was fraught with danger, but the group pushed forward, driven by the knowledge that each step brought them closer to saving their friend. They would encounter numerous threats along the way, each one more formidable than the last, but with their combined strength, they managed to vanquish them all.
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