Hello again, I have been commissioned for a third chapter of this. By this point, you know the deal. If you want me to write something (porn or otherwise) and are willing to pay me for it, you can simply ask.
Everything was proverbially on fire, though I did notice that some parts of the Seireitei were actually on fire. Muramasa and the zanpakuto he had managed to get on his side had left, which meant that all that remained was the destruction wrought. Shiro was amongst his number, something that, as I had clarified in the meeting with the Captains, was sure to encourage Muramasa to hasten the enacting of his plan. With another assault bound to be soon, I figured it would be more efficient to just hold off on trying to clean up most of the damage and wait until everything was over with, but I saw several Shinigami working to rebuild some structures. Their choice, I shrugged off.
I was slightly distracted, anyway, by my frustration. It manifested in a few different ways, stemming from the same reason. Date night with Unohana and Yoruichi had gone near-perfectly. The fight had been intense, lasting long enough to get all of us excited but not so long as to make it annoying. That excitement had carried us home, with a guarantee of no awkwardness from my family due to Isshin having taken the twins on a camping trip. He had winked at me as he ushered the girls out the front door, which had peeved me a little only because he had been so obvious about it. It had been a mad, impatient scramble to rip each others' clothes off, especially once we reached the bedroom. In no time at all, Unohana and I had each only been dressed in our shihakusho, opened to expose everything, and Yoruichi was fully nude, the backs of her knees in my hands as I leaned fully into her, relishing the feeling of her folds wrapping around my cock.
And then we all sensed Rukia come out of a Senkaimon, her flickering reiatsu being an obvious indicator of how close she was to death. The three of us had each screamed in frustration, Yoruichi even hissing in fury as I had no choice but to pull out. In a blur of motion, I had torn through the house, throwing my clothes on in half-hazard abandon with the desire to mutilate whatever the cause of the interruption was. Discovering Sode No Shirayuki had brought about a zen-like calm over me, as the understanding of how came to me quickly. It was the enlightened passivity of achieving a level of indignant rage that it could no longer be contained within my expression or voice.
That had been about an hour and a half ago. Muramasa had left, a mad Shiro behind him who could have only been in such a state due to my own frustration. The meeting with the Captains had been quick and efficient, a simple question I had an easy answer to followed by a short rundown of what the plan to deal with the problem was. Unohana, Yoruichi, and Rukia had arrived not too long after, all three having taken showers due to my girlfriends needing them and Rukia feeling tarnished by simple virtue of having been in our vicinity. There had been no need to wonder where we would stay for the night, my lovers wordlessly going towards Unohana's home with a desire to sleep since the mood had been so disastrously been ruined.
While I, for reasons I didn't immediately understand, had stated that I would check on the Tsunayashiros while we were already in the Soul Society. Which led to now, where I was being escorted through the maze-like halls to a guest room by one of the servants. The servant in question had expressed that my presence was not expected, but they were not going to turn me down in fear of how the Clan Head or his wife would react. I was brought into a simple room, a futon on the floor, a small closet, and an equally small nightstand by the futon. Well, 'small' by the standards of a Great Noble Clan. The space was equal to, if not larger than, my living room, with the closet being the size of my bedroom. The futon was also visibly plush, comfortable and soft with a fluffy blanket and pillow. It was automatic to unstrap Zangetsu and lay the blade on the floor, followed by my armor and coat.
"Ichigo?" The surprised whisper of Kyo entered my ears, and I turned to see her at the door to the room I had been brought to. She wore a white robe, nothing keeping the garment shut but her right arm held across her abdomen. "Why are you here?" There was no hidden fury in her tone, only confusion.
"Why do you think?" Was the most honest answer I could come up with for my reasoning. I didn't truly know why I was here rather than with Unohana and Yoruichi, it was a decision that had been made as the words came from my mouth. Neither of them had complained about it, Yoruichi even idly commenting that now would be a good time to question them since the Tsunayashiros were bound to be panicked and not thinking straight after an invasion. That wasn't why I was here, I understood as much, but for some reason my brain wouldn't connect why I was.
"I didn't summon you." She maintained her whisper, taking a step forward into the room. Her feet were bare, and I found myself wondering if the rest of her was beneath the robe. "I was going to wait until the next time Donyoku left on a trip. Since you haven't been helping him with the Clan's books, most of the goodwill he has towards you is merely because he has no reason to take issue with you. Catching the two of us in bed will ruin that." One of my eyebrows raised at that.
"Is that why you're shutting the door behind you?" I questioned rhetorically as the door fully closed. She began to slowly encroach upon me, swaying her hips to the side as she came closer.
"We could hear the sounds of combat coming from the Seireitei." She purred instead. "So much destruction, so much terror. If you happened to come to the Tsunayashiro House in hopes of somewhere to rest after dealing with an invasion, who are we to turn you down?" Now right in front of me, her left arm reached forward and began slowly tugging at my shihakusho, pulling it out from my hakama. "The Ceremonial Sword of the Tsunayashiro is usually kept locked away, only able to be taken out and used if the elders agree to it. If I were afraid those invaders might return, it would make perfect sense that I would prefer to be close by to the man that drove them off in the first place than to a man without even a zanpakuto to defend himself. Don't you agree?" Her eyes met mine in mischievous excitement. My top had been completely pulled free by now, and her hand had moved down my torso to cup the growing bulge at the front of my pants. She gently stroked it as it lengthened and stuck out more, maintaining eye contact the whole while.
"You make a good point." I hummed, my right hand coming around to palm her ass, having acquired an appreciation for it since the hot springs. The action brought a sultry, gleeful smile on her face as she arched her back, thrusting her ass into my hand as she delighted in my touch. "I'd have to keep you close by to make sure you're safe."
"Great to see we're in agreement." Kyo sighed as she relinquished her hold over her robe, reaching out to stroke the outline of my shaft with both hands. No longer kept shut, the cloth slid open slightly, and I caught flashes of dark green upon her skin. Immediate intrigue brought me to grab the collar of her robe and pull it open, the silk garment sliding down once it cleared her shoulders. It dropped to her elbows, the sleeves going down to cover her hands while she rubbed and pawed at my crotch. The noblewoman happily straightened her back and set her shoulders back, pushing out her breasts as she took pleasure in the sight of me drinking in her body. She wore a matching set of underwear, dark green but sheer and risqué. The bra was nearly standard, the seams and straps being the only parts solid in color while the cups themselves were flaunting, merely having her boobs appear a shade of green while her nipples visibly hardened beneath my gaze. Between her legs was a skimpy thong, as transparent as its counterpart to hide nothing. The scrap of cloth which pretended to be legitimate underwear was a triangle barely large enough to encompass her slit, straps as thin as dental floss going around her hips to accentuate her ass. Already, it was visibly drenched with her desire, to the point I was certain that it had begun soaking in her arousal before she even reached my guest room.
Kyo preened under my heated stare like just that could bring her to orgasm. One of my hands came to her shoulder and pushed her down, the woman smoothly falling to her knees with her eyes happily locked onto the bulge barely a breath from touching her face. Her hands quickly snapped out to allow the robe to completely slide off her, before she grasped the waist of my hakama and threw it down. Unlike the first time, she was prepared for my cock to come swinging out, leaning to the side so that it passed over her right shoulder. Instantly, her hands came up to stroke it as she nuzzled into the side of my shaft, purring, sighing, and moaning like a cat on catnip. Her head slid her cheek along it, as one of her hands cupped my balls and massaged them carefully. Mewling in desire, the woman turned so that her lips were pressed against the side and made out with the flesh of my dick. Her hot breath passed over my skin as she kissed, licked, and sucked as though she could not receive a greater reward than being allowed this opportunity. Lifting my shaft up, her lips captured one of my balls and her tongue toyed with it inside my sac, audibly moaning as though she was the one receiving the affection. Releasing her hold, her tongue slid out and she dragged it along the underside of my cock, pressing down with her hand so as to have as much of my taste on her tastebuds as possible.
Leaning back so she could properly angle herself, she licked around the head of my member, savoring everything she could before tilting to lock her lips just past the tip. With that secured, her hands roamed my legs, squeezing and groping at the muscles in my thighs until she reached around to get a hold of my ass. Her eyes trailed up my body, appreciating every inch of me she saw, until she met my eyes and kept her gaze there, then starting on a painfully slow slurp to consume my cock. Her fingers pulled at my ass to bring my hips forward at the same time that she leaned into the motion. Her tongue flitted about underneath, wiggling with much more practice and experience to massage and welcome as every inch I had slowly disappeared behind her tightly pressed lips. She suckled and twisted as she came down, having done this enough by now to be choosing to make her gags audible. After what both seemed like no time at all and far too long, she had consumed the whole of my cock, two-thirds of my shaft comfortably nestled deep in her throat. The tight wetness of her throat constricted around me, ever so similar yet uniquely different from the feel of vaginal walls. She sucked, a skill I know she didn't possess before but was greatly appreciating now as the inside of her throat rippled and shifted, practically stroking me with that alone. Her tongue flicked out, brushing against my sac encouragingly as she maintained her stare into my eyes.
I got the hint with ease, my hands gripping the sides of her head. Her lips twitched up in glee, and I began furiously thrusting into her throat. Unlike before, where several inches stuck out and it was an overall frustrating and unsatisfying experience, I felt my cock easily slide in and out of her gullet, deep gagging noises erupting from her as her jaw remained wide open invitingly. She swiftly locked her lips, forming a tight seal that even her own saliva struggled to escape from as I pounded in and out of her mouth. Her gags were loud, quick, and rapid, in perfect time with my hips meeting her lips as I fucked her face. Kyo's fingers tightened on my ass with glee, doing what she could to support my thrusts and practically slamming her face into my crotch. While she was far better at taking it than before, there was no forgetting the face that she wanted to be used, made to be bent over and pounded into until she was hardly more than a pile of bliss covered in cum. So I fucked her throat to the point I worried I might break her nose. She responded with a gargled shriek of pleasure, loosening her lips for just a moment to voice her joy as the sheer force of my thrusts caused her body to jolt. The 'seal' tightened nearly immediately after, but even that brief window was enough to have her saliva spill past her lips and over her jaw, the hearty slaps in the air quickly turning wet. The noblewoman's fingers curled and tightened, and a shrill whimper came from her throat as her thighs clenched. The next few gags were more irregular and legitimate, and I realized that, once again, she was cumming from just me pounding into her throat.
A whine left her throat as her tongue suddenly became far more active, wrapping around my shaft as much as it could as she seemingly tried to turn the inside of her mouth into a machine of pure oral pleasure. She sucked and slurped with near desperation, hungrily throwing herself against my cock. It did not take long to see the fruits of her labor, as my own balls clenched from my coming orgasm. I did not hold it back, having been so pleasantly surprised by her performance that I felt her deserving of the reward. With her shifting to hold a hand under my balls, she was able to feel the first sign of my arrival. Before anything else could show itself, she practically bashed herself against my crotch, her nose smushing against my pelvis as her vacuum-seal lips tightened even further in erotic anticipation. I could feel her tongue eagerly lap at the underside of my cock, and how it focused its attention on each powerful throb of my first orgasm of the night. Like some system she perfected out of hungry desire, her tongue seemed to try pushing out more of each burst of cum as it shot out, her throat constricting in a jerking pattern. Like a dying woman gulping down her first meal in days, she sucked each shot of cum down instantly, happily engorging herself on the 'meal'. With how euphoric she was to be swallowing my cum, I wouldn't be surprised if she were to state it was her drug of choice. The analogy was enhanced by seeing her bouncy ass twitching and twerking, as well as hearing the accompanying sounds of something dripping underneath her. Gripping her hair, I pulled her off my cock and held her up, her body relaxing and growing limp before my eyes.
"Did you just cum from swallowing my cum?" I demanded the answer. Her eyes were hazy and delirious, with a lazy smile curled onto her face while she paid no mind to the amount of spit soaked her jaw. A dazed, elated laugh tumbled from her mouth as she seemed to take even more pleasure from how I was handling her.
"So…delicious." She giggled. Rolling my eyes, I pulled her back in, causing her to watch out the corner of her eye as my cock slid along her right cheek.
"Clean me up and get on the bed." I ordered. A new, further excited light appeared in her eyes as she instantly latched onto my shaft, her tongue dragging along the skin to collect whatever remnants of my ejaculation was left. She was very particular about addressing every inch of skin, checking that there was nothing she could've missed. Kyo finished her task while directly underneath my cock, the shaft sitting atop her face and bringing her to cross her eyes to look at the tip. A shaking breath left her like she was retraining herself from worshipping my dick with her mouth once more. I resolved the issue by fisting her hair and flinging her back, a delighted moan escaping her before she bounced slightly on the futon. No order was necessary for her to grab at the scrap of cloth barely larger than a coin between her legs and rip it off, visible strings of thick arousal holding for a moment until she whipped the thong across the room to be forgotten.
"Take me." She panted, lying on her back with her knees up and legs spread. "Fuck me. Use me. Turn me into a slave, a depository for your cum who exists for no other reason than your pleasure." The words were moaned, and as she spread her folds with both hands, I could see as more silvery liquid gushed out. I joined her on the bed, my cock bobbing in the air as I shuffled towards her while on my knees. Kyo continued with her pleas. "Use my pussy to vent your frustrations. Have me kneel under your desk and use my mouth to keep your balls empty as you work. Take my ass at your leisure. I'll be your most eager servant, a set of holes to fuck and cum inside of!" The noblewoman meant to continue, but was cut off by my hands coming around to grab her ass, lift her lower body, and bottom out into her dripping core.
It was warmer than her throat and even tighter. At first it was a question, but once I completed the first thrust, I realized her natural arousal plus possibly three orgasms meant her pussy was far wetter than her throat had been. With no way for her to tighten up and keep it all inside, her soaked crotch had quickly soaked mine, leading to sharp, wet slaps filling the room as I fucked her. Unlike before, where her mouth had been obviously occupied, she was free to throw her head back and scream her pleasure out for all to hear. Remembering that her husband was on the property, and that the walls were all made of feeble paper, I quickly shot my right hand forward to tighten around her throat. Her squeals were quickly turned into throaty, airy grunts as her oxygen intake was harshly limited. I leaned forward to get into a better position, to have my weight bearing down onto the hand around her neck as well as to make my thrusts more powerful. In response, a sure surprise to me, Kyo wrapped her legs around my waist, locked her ankles, and began meeting my thrusts. She seemed to have no regard for how much she was exerting herself while her air supply was massively restricted, but I didn't expect her to.
Even more surprising, but not that I found it unappreciated in the slightest, but I felt her walls tighten even further around me, separately from how it spasmed when she came. This was far more consistent, as much as it could be when she was cumming continuously, at least. The tighter orifice wrought more pleasure from me, evidenced by how my own grunts and moans began leaking out for the first time from her actions. Her slightly delirious smile widened as she caught the noises, utter glee appearing in her body language as her hands came up to my shoulders.
Nothing could have prepared me for her pulling me down, her hands wrapping around the back of my neck to better her hold before she crashed my lips against hers. In shock, my eyes widened, in time with her tongue taking advantage of how stunned I was to slip past my loose lips and toy with my tongue. As she explored my mouth, her left hand draped around my shoulders and her right cradled my head, her fingers weaving into my hair.
I don't know what I was thinking. I don't know if I was thinking, but before I realized it, I reciprocated the kiss. My lips pressed against hers firmly and I battled with her tongue, one of the few kinds of clashes I could partake in where my powers did not put it hopelessly in my favor. As this continued, I thrust powerfully into her leaking core, her own conciliatory thrusts meeting mine to echo deep wet claps throughout the room. My left hand slammed onto the bed to keep myself balanced while my right removed itself from her throat to paw at her covered breast, feeling her painfully aroused nub dig into my palm as I roughly handled it.
We fucked and rutted like wild animals, me on top exactly how we wanted it. Her nigh-unceasing orgasms left a heavy musk in the air, and left our pelvic areas positively dripping in her juices. Pressing deeper into the kiss just slightly before pulling away, I stared her in the eyes with my fists on either side of her face, watching her gasp, moan, and writhe for several seconds before I sat up, collecting myself. My right hand gripped her waist and I pulled back completely, my left hand coming to hold my shaft as I aimed it slightly higher, pumped along its length a few more times, and grunted deeply as my second orgasm of the night arrived.
Her eyes were as bright and delighted as every other time she's witnessed me cum, and she pulled her mouth open with her tongue sticking out far. Her glee did not need to be voiced as the first shot reached the top of her forehead, from the side of her nose, getting into her mouth and tongue, and leaving a near-complete line of white from her crotch to her collarbone. The second reached only to her collarbone, soaking into the lingerie she wore, not that she seemed to treat that as any sort of issue. The third could go no farther than her left breast, and for the first time, I watched as she reveled in how my semen covered her body. Just like the previous times, she rubbed it into her skin, purring in ecstasy as she spread it, covering herself in my essence. When she reached where my cum soaked the cups of her bra, she pulled it down and folded the cups into themselves, allowing it to slide back into place with the exterior of the bra pressing against the underside of her boobs. I watched as, while she rubbed my cum into her tits and nipples, the stimulation brought her hips to lift in yet another mewling orgasm for her.
I realized belatedly that my cock was even harder by the end of her little 'show'.
"…Having so much pressure on your shoulders at all times of the day must be terrible." She sighed seductively. My eyes locked onto hers. "Preparing for such a disastrous war, remaining vigilant of all the other enemies of the Gotei only you know are coming, still having a human life to manage and act in. Perhaps, if nothing else, you can have me alleviate such stress by coming here more often?" I kept my stare, not leaning into a glare or something lighter. The idea bounced around in my head, something I know would've been shot down instantly before.
"I'll think about it." I breathed out before leaning forward to grab her hair. Her smile flashed for a second before I managed to get my cock between her lips again.