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Teasing Too Far
Chapter 3
Weeks later…
Ichigo & Yoruichi's (Rebuilt) House
The sun's brilliant light started to filter through the windows. The chirping of birds lulled a certain Flash Goddess out of her sleep. Her golden eyes blinked open as she woke up. Yawning, the dark-skinned woman sat up in bed, the sheets falling away to reveal her huge, plump breasts. Yoruichi was naked, but then that was how she usually was. Neither she nor Ichigo wore any clothes to bed except when it was really cold; and even then, they'd usually shed them when they grew too hot from midnight fucking.
Speaking of which, the werecat turned her head to find her lover/owner lying next to him. Ichigo slept soundly beside his phat bitch, a calm smile on his face while he slumbered beside the plump woman. Yoruichi smiled lovingly down at Ichigo, her hand instinctively going to the collar around her neck. It'd been a birthday gift from Ichigo, a black collar with the words "Cum Dump" written along the sides. A normal woman would have been insulted but Yoruichi took it as a point of pride. She was indeed a lowly cum dump but she was Ichigo's cum dump.
Yoruichi was enchanted by her lover's good looks, pulling down the covers to ogle his hard abs. Ichigo stirred when she ran her fingers along his chest. It was pretty obvious what the young man was dreaming about when Yoruichi's gaze turned lower towards the huge pitched tent in the blankets. "Someone's have a nice dream. Let's make it real."
She gently pulled back the covers and was astounded by the thick rod of meat jutting up between Ichigo's legs. "Is it just me, or has he gotten bigger?" she mused to herself. "Then again, so have I so it shouldn't come as a surprise that my big man has gotten even bigger."
Laying down on her belly beside Ichigo, Yoruichi hovered over Ichigo's second zanpakuto. Her soft lips gently placed a good morning kiss to the young man's bulbous tip. Ichigo, still asleep, shivered when the horny woman mischievously blew air softly on his tip. Yoruichi couldn't help but lick her lips as his tip pulsed in front of her. Whatever dream Ichigo had, it must have been a really good dream judging by the pre-cum already leaking out of his tip.
Yoruichi's warm tongue eagerly licked up his tasty treat. Her pussy instantly started to moisten when she tasted his pre-cum. "Mmmmh!" Turning her head to the side, the slut began to worship Ichigo's manhood with her tongue. Instinctively, Ichigo arched his back when he felt the woman's tongue lavish his shaft and his huge balls. He gripped the sheets while she licked at his balls, gorging herself on her lover's morning musk.
But as the minutes ticked by, a sense of frustration started to sink into Yoruichi. Despite how much she was worshipping his family jewels and mighty rod, Ichigo was still dead asleep which only added fuel to Yoruichi's irritation. Deciding that just soft ministrations wouldn't get him off, Yoruichi wrapped her lips around his head and took him all the way down her throat. Suppressing her gag reflex, she started inhaling his length vigorously.
Yoruichi's efforts had the intended effect. Ichigo was stirred awake by her intense deepthroat and when the boy opened his eyes, he woke up to find a heavenly sight before him. The couple looked at each other with loving eyes. Ichigo reached down to caress her disheveled purple locks with one hand while he groped her raised dump-truck booty with the other. However, the loving touches ended when he soon began to buck up into her mouth, shoving the rest of his length down her throat. "Y-Yoruichi! Ah! Oh, Yoruichi!" he moaned as he reached the heights of ecstasy. "You're the best whore to wake up to!"
Hearing her lover and master refer to her as his whore helped Yoruichi reach a mini-orgasm. Had it been anyone else, she would have clawed their eyes out. But in her eyes, she was Ichigo's whore and nobody else's.
It didn't take long for kitty to get her crème. Ichigo cried out her name while cumming into her mouth. Ever the dutiful cum dump, Yoruichi faithfully swallowed every drop that came out of his manhood before pulling back, giving him a wide smile. "Good morning, sleepyhead. You looked like you were having such a nice dream that I decided to make it better."
Ichigo sat up and cradled the thick werecat in his arms. Yoruichi wrapped her arms around him, running a hand through his hair and messing it up. The lovers shared a sloppy kiss before the werecat sat up and turned her back to Ichigo and leaned forward a little.
So accustomed to each other was the couple that they instantly knew what they both wanted without saying it. Yoruichi's slim, soft hands reached for her huge ass, parting her giant, toned yet cushy cheeks. The woman grounded herself on Ichigo's massive cock, squeezing him with her glorious ass before shifting her hips to deliberately rub his manhood against her sensitive asshole and engorged petals. Turning her head, the loving couple shared another sloppy. His hands reached around to cup her massive bowling ball tits and squeezed them. "Yoruichi!" moaned Ichigo loudly, his breath hot in her face. It was another reminder to Yoruichi that Ichigo was essentially just a hormone-filled teenager, even if he was the most powerful teenager in the world.
Yoruichi was drowning in submissive lust. Her pride in being Ichigo's cum dump and the sense of taboo from their actions spurred her on to grind faster on his hard-on, losing herself to the intense pleasure and her affection for him. It took no time at all for them to orgasm together. Yoruichi's eyes rolled into the back of her head, her folds gushing all over Ichigo's spurting cock while her asshole twitched. Ichigo lewdly painted her inner thighs white with his hot cum, continuing to squeeze his fucktoy's titties before pulling back to finish on her back and glorious booty cheeks. Turning around, Yoruichi leaned into him, drawing hearts along his bare chest all the while devouring his mouth. Putting his cock between her thighs again, ready to feel him dominate her right then and there.
Sadly, that wasn't going to happen. Ichigo's eyes glanced at the clock and he realized that it was time for him to go school. Though it killed him to do so, he pulled away from his phat lover. "I gotta go to school. We can do this when I get home."
Being cockblocked out of nowhere by her lover made the cum dump immediately sad, her emotions giving way to anger. "Aww! C'mon!" She whined in frustration and followed Ichigo off the bed as he scrambled to get dressed. "Give this kitty what she wants!"
Groaning in frustration, Ichigo put his pants on, hoping that his hard-on would go down on the way to school. "Yoruichi, I gotta head to class! I promised my teachers that I'd stop skipping school! I lost too much time knocking boots with you!"
Turning around, Yoruichi gave her giant ass a smack to try and entice Ichigo. "You can't find what you need at school, Ichigo! Or have you forgotten what you love?"
Sighting, Ichigo ignored his friend while putting on his shirt. "I have other responsibilities, Yoruichi! I can't just fuck you twenty-four seven! I can't be some deadbeat who just stays home and fucks."
Ichigo immediately knew he said the wrong then when Yoruichi's anger faded into a pain. "So that's all I am, huh? Just your fuck cushion who lays about all day waiting for cock?" Yoruichi ripped off her collar and tossed it away. Even though she was angry, Yoruichi didn't know how to confront Ichigo. She had a certain secret she'd been keeping from Ichigo, not finding the right approach to tell him.
In one last act of desperation, Yoruichi pressed herself against Ichigo's chest. "Fuck me, Ichigo. I need you…" she begged pathetically, rubbing her legs together.
But Ichigo turned away. "Stop. Just…stop. I can't even…" He wanted Yoruichi. Of that, there was absolutely no doubt. But responsibility was a hell of a burden and he couldn't keep putting everything off just to get a piece of her phat ass. "Look, I haven't even told anyone about you. How can I-"
Sadly, that was the breaking point for Yoruichi. Turning Ichigo around, Yoruichi kicked him hard enough to send him flying out of the room. "So I'm just a social reject of a slut to you?! I was stupid to fall for your cock!" Slamming the door, Yoruichi threw herself onto the bed and cried. It was bad enough that her relationship with her family had been strained since her exile. She'd taken comfort in the arms of Ichigo and lost herself to the amazing sex. But now she felt like a fool for ever thinking he truly cared for her. She cried into her pillow before rolling onto her sides, her hand holding onto her stomach.
Picking himself up off the ground, Ichigo stared at the door. He wanted to open the door and apologize but he found she'd already locked it. Sighing with shame, Ichigo turned away and headed to school. With luck, Yoruichi would calm down and they could talk things out when he returned home.
After that, maybe they could get back to having bed-breaking sex…
Later that day…
Karakura High School
Sitting in class, Ichigo stared blankly out the window. He barely paid attention to the teacher as she made an announcement. He heard her say something about an exchange student from Germany but paid it no mind. His mind was more focused on the cum dump he let down.
Ichigo would be the first to admit that deep down, he needed Yoruichi. Despite her constant teasing she was always the one to support him no matter what was going on. His mind withdrew into his memories, recalling when he asked why she had not told him she had her brother.
"Why? What are you, my fiancé?"
Thinking about it, Ichigo realized that a part of him had already answered a question a long time ago. He remembered them taking a bath at a hot spring Yoruichi had brought him to, making sweet love before Ichigo bent her over the edge of the spring and fucked the werecat's ass for the first time. Ichigo was a teenage boy with an incredibly high libido, after all, so of course he'd fantasize about her even when reminiscing about more wholesome moments.
However, Ichigo was too preoccupied with his thoughts of Yoruichi that he didn't realize the exchange student was sitting next to him until the bell rang to dismiss the class. He only noticed her when the student nudged him with an elbow, Ichigo immediately feeling a zap of electricity hit him. Yelping, he jumped out his chair. His first thought was that it was Yoruichi, only to be shocked when he saw who it was. "Seriously, how'd I lose to someone with that kind of reaction time? Head of the Special War Powers my sweet ass! I could have electrocuted you eight ways by now!"
Sitting in the seat next to him was Candice Catnipp, the T Stern Ritter. The lime-greenette was wearing a school uniform, although she was a bit more liberal with the dress code. Her front buttons were opened up to expose some of her cleavage and her skirt was a bit on the short side. "Long time no see, Ichigo Kurosaki." She stared with eyes that barely concealed her anger.
Everyone, including the teacher, had already filed out of the room which left the pair alone. Ichigo froze but quickly collected himself, remembering her as one of the Quincy whom he fought briefly when saving Kenpachi. "It's you! Uhh…" It suddenly occurred to Ichigo that he never got her name.
"Candice. Shame on you for not even remembering the names of your enemies." Getting out of her chair, she sat down on the top of her desk, crossing her legs in front of Ichigo while flashing a seductive smile at him. "Although I have to admit, you seem different than when I last saw you. Something about you that seems less…innocent," she purred.
"What are you doing here? I thought you and the rest of the Stern Ritters were killed."
"Yeah, yeah. I got killed by Yhwach's Auswahlen and got turned into a zombie by Gigi. I got better. You don't need to know the details." She didn't want to dredge up memories of being Mayuri's experiment.
"Why are you here?"
"Well, the Vandenreich is toast. Where am I supposed to go?" pointed out the Quincy as she crossed and re-crossed her legs. "What about you? You were spacing out all class. Something on your mind, big boy?"
As much as she hated Ichigo for making a fool out of her, Candice was secretly drooling at the sight of the hunk. She had been hoping to catch Ichigo's eye when she was introduced but was disappointed when he just stared out the window. However, now that she had his undivided attention, she noticed him checking out her hot body and knew what was on his mind. "So, what do you think? The uniform looks good on me, doesn't it? Better than that girl with the orange hair or the lesbian with glasses." Getting up off the desk, Candice turned around and leaned across the desk. "What do you think? Be honest." She hiked up her skirt to reveal she wasn't wearing any panties, showing him just how fine and plump her ass was.
After spending so much time fucking Yoruichi into a slutty mess of a woman, Ichigo had learned to appreciate the female body. He blushed as he couldn't help but admire her generously toned ass and her moist womanhood.
"Heheh, I had a feeling you were the kind of guy who liked girls with some junk in the trunk." She saw Ichigo freeze up from her brazen flashing and made her move. Giggling at his behavior, she turned around and seized him. Her hand traced the massive bulge in his pants. "Oh? Looks like someone's up for some fun." Despite thinking she was in total control, she was panting as she felt just how big Ichigo was through his pants, "Guys like you are so easy."
However, she was shocked when Ichigo grabbed her wrist and wrenched it away from his crotch. "What do you think you're doing?" he angrily demanded.
"What? You're a hot guy. I'm a total babe. We're all alone. C'mon, don't say you don't know where this goes," she said, continuing to smile seductively at her former enemy. Was she coming on a little strong? Absolutely, but Candice was a woman who knew what she wanted. "And you clearly looked depressed staring at the window. Why don't I take your mind off of things?"
Ichigo's horny side reminded him of how he had to cut things short with Yoruichi and how hard he was. But the part of him that loved his thicc Flash Goddess kept him from giving in to temptation and reminded him of what mattered most.
"No."
Candice was utterly confused. This was the first time a man had ever rejected her. "N-no? Aw c'mon, Ichigo! Don't be like that! Besides, with so few Quincies left, we need to repopulate!" she added, gesturing to her belly and giving her true intentions away.
"There's someone else more important to me." Pushing her aside, Ichigo stepped away from her and walked away. Candice stood there, jaw hanging as she watched him leave. "What the fuck? I've got the best ass around! Who the hell has a better body than me?! Dammit! Who?!"
Later that day…
Ichigo and Yoruichi's House
Still on their bed, Yoruichi laid on her back and stared up at the ceiling. She had barely moved since Ichigo left to go to school, her thoughts ping-ponging from one extreme to another.
Yoruichi craved for Ichigo but now she wasn't sure just what Ichigo thought of her. Did he see her as his lover? Or just a cum dump for him to empty his balls in before going off to school and his other responsibilities. She pondered if it was because of their age gap, if the difference in years and experience was truly too much. But more importantly, she wondered why she was acting like a teenage girl in love.
Back when she was head of her clan and a Soul Reaper captain, she usually forwent committed relationships; she'd invite men into her bedchambers for a fling but made it very clear it was only for a brief one-night stand at the most. Her eyes drifted over to the orange dress that was hung up on the wall, a replica of the one that got blasted by her Shunko during the war with the Vandenreich. She remembered the off-handed comment she made that day.
"Why? What are you, my fiancé?"
The thought made her smile and think back to when she first revealed herself to him; her true self at least, back when she was much thinner. Her heart started to ache terribly as she began to miss him more than she already felt. Back then, she always found her pupil physically attractive amongst his other noble qualities like his commitment to his friends and loved ones. She'd never gave much thought of a possibility of them being together…until that fateful day when they started training and she teased him too. That day she fell in love with his body, becoming an addict to his manhood and wanting to continue being his plaything.
But now she was terrified that what happened this morning might spell the end of what had blossomed between them. Although her banishment had been lifted after Aizen's deception had been revealed, Yoruichi could still feel her century-long loneliness coming back to gnaw at her. Her eyes chuckled as she glanced at a pair of Kido-enhanced chairs, making Kisuke spring to mind. She and Kisuke have had their share of flings from time to time when they were much younger, but that time had long since come and gone. They were the best of friends, even after that little incident during the battle against Askin Nak La Varr where he'd forced her transformation. But their intimate relationship fizzled out long ago when it became clear Kisuke was more focused on his greater scientific pursuits. She never looked back since her time together with Ichigo was so phenomenal, not just because he was the best fuck she'd ever had, but because of his sheer commitment and adoration of her luscious body. Yoruichi was no stranger to either but unlike her other pupil, Soi-Fon, Ichigo actually acted upon his lust for her.
Yoruichi laughed bitterly, thinking she might have just thrown away the last person that would walk away from her. Sighing in loneliness, she rubbed her toned belly. Her stomach was nice and smooth…for now. Getting up, the thicc Flash Goddess slipped her orange dress back on, though not bothering to put on any panties. Walking out of the bedroom, she entered the living room and stretched out on the couch, where Ichigo had made her his bitch many times over.
As the minutes ticked by, Yoruichi tried to wait for Ichigo to hopefully return home so they could talk things through but she couldn't bear the wait any longer. And so she parted her legs and started to rub her sopping wet pussy at the memories they shared together. 'Oh man, a good part of me wants him to come home to this sight: me masturbating to let him know how much I've missed his dick!'
But that other side of her, the more emotional side that got the better of her this morning, kept her internally worried and an emotional wreck, unsure of what the future held for them…and what they created together, especially with the Soul Society's perpetually brittle peace and how easily it could be shattered if madmen like Aizen or Tokinada were of any indication. And of course, Yoruichi was terrified Ichigo wouldn't come back at all and she had gone too far kicking him out. She knew there were other women craving him; she wasn't blind to how Orihime and Tatsuki looked at him longingly and at her jealously. It was almost funny for her to be so attached to one man to the length where she was waiting for his return like a lovesick schoolgirl. But she figured she might as well be enthralled by him and his magnificent libido at this point. The memory of how he turned red upon seeing her naked body the first time. How cute and amusing his reaction was. The barely visible disappointment and longing they both felt when she asked him the rhetorical question of whether he was her fiancé when they were in the middle of danger. The start of their raunchy relationship where her name became a mantra on his lips while fucking her from behind. How he caressed her face with affection when they snuggled together before falling asleep as exhaustion hit them and that look of adoration, or rather worship, as he stared at her voluptuous, thicc body; especially her huge ass.
The thoughts made her heart warm in her conflicted state. Rolling onto her side, she reached underneath her dress to squeeze her ass. "Why isn't he here, playing with what he loves most?" she asked the empty house, even as she pumped her fingers in and out of her wet cooch faster. "Fuck! Ichigo! I need you so bad! My pussy's so empty without your cock!" whined the cum dump as she continued to masturbate on the couch.
So occupied with pleasuring herself that she didn't hear the front door slam shut. So worried and determined was Ichigo that he didn't even remember removing his clothes. He stood in the doorway of the living room, completely naked and hard as a rock, watching Yoruichi lounging languidly on the couch. The woman was an emotional wreck as she fingered herself into one orgasm after another, moaning Ichigo's name over and over while her fingers caressed her soft labia.
Ichigo was obviously turned on from the sight but he couldn't help but noticed how hoarse her voice sounded. It was obvious that she'd done some hard crying and screaming into a pillow for a while as he was going to school. He knew something was up; this couldn't just be because he needed to go to class. There had to be something more than that.
He took a few steps forward but even while she was busy fingering herself, Yoruichi was still aware of her surroundings and her head snapped to the side. Upon seeing the naked Ichigo, the Flash Goddess disappeared off the couch and caught the young man off guard as she tackled him to the ground. "There you are!"
The woman pinched Ichigo's cheeks, making him cry out as she tugged at his face. "I was worried sick! I was scared you wouldn't come home!"
"You…ugnnh! Don't seem scared!" whined Ichigo as Yoruichi continued to pull at his cheeks like a mother punishing her insolent child.
Ichigo sat up, sitting the Flash Goddess on his lap. "I'm sorry," he said with an earnest look on his face. "I'm sorry if I made you feel that you didn't matter to me. You do. And not just because the sex is fucking awesome."
However, Yoruichi's expression hardened. "Wait, why do I smell perfume on you?"
"Well…"
For the next few minutes, the werecat sat patiently on Ichigo's lap as he explained about his encounter with Candice Catnipp. Yoruichi's face soured with anger when she learned that the Quincy tried to seduce Ichigo, but felt her heart flutter when Ichigo told her how he rejected her advances.
"I'm…" Sighing, Yoruichi pressed her forehead into her lover's chest while she hugged him tightly. "I'm sorry too. The past few months have been total bliss for me but when we aren't together and I'm alone, I'm constantly reminded that I'm still borderline shunned in the Soul Society. Yes, my exile was lifted but most still feel I betrayed them by fleeing with Kisuke. My naïve brother is in charge of the clan and it's not doing so good while I was gone. And now…I…I…"
"I know," Ichigo said, running his hand through her messy hair.
Taking her head out of his chest, Yoruichi rolled her eyes. "Oh please, like you've barely taken your eyes off my ass to notice that-"
"That you're pregnant?"
Yoruichi was stunned, staring at Ichigo's knowing face with shocked eyes. "But…how-"
"Yoruichi, I'm not the clueless kid you first met anymore. I know how babies are made. And we have been having nonstop sex without any protection or birth control. Last week, when you started to throw up in the morning, I kinda knew you were knocked up with my baby."
"Clueless, eh? True, you don't turn red instantly whenever I flirt with you anymore," noted Yoruichi while Ichigo slid his hand under her dress to feel her stomach. He could feel the small ball of life growing inside her.
"So…um…" Ichigo scratched the back of his head. "Wanna get married?"
Once again, Yoruichi was taken aback. "A little clumsy way of asking, don't you think?"
Chuckling, Ichigo hugged her tightly, his hands going right to her dump truck ass. "I'm not really good at being a romantic."
"Yeah, you're more suited to being a horny breeding stud." Laughing, Yoruichi slipped her hand into his. "Yes. I'll be your cum dump wife."
"You know, you don't have to call yourself a cum dump."
Yoruichi's grin said otherwise. "Maybe. But I like being your cum dump. Now I'll be your cum dump with a ring on my finger."
The couple laughed before Ichigo grabbed the back of her head and pulled her into a deep, sloppy kiss. "Mmmmh!" Yoruichi ran a hand through his hair, her pussy once again getting wet the moment her lips came into contact with Ichigo's.
Ichigo's eager hands reached up to cup her massive tits through her orange dress. He teased his cocksleeve by tweaking her perky tits. Yoruichi tilted her head back to let out a slutty moan. Her hands grabbed her dress and she gladly ripped it to pieces to expose her voluptuous naked body to her lover. "Aww! I liked that dress," whined Ichigo.
"I can easily get another," said Yoruichi simply before pulling Ichigo into another sloppy kiss. "Mmmmmh!" Now that they were both in their birthday suits, Yoruichi could feel her hot skin press against his, their bodies starting to perspire as they began to get hot and heavy. Ichigo's hands roamed his favorite fucktoy's body, loving just how soft and warm she was to the touch. Yoruichi had the ultimate killer body when they first met and it only got better when she started getting thicc. She eyed his pants that lay on the floor and smirked. "Just so you know, if I ever catch you wearing pants in the house again, I'll tear them to pieces and have you walk around town butt naked," she said with a threatening smirk.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Damn right I would."
Ichigo pushed up one of her heavy breasts and gave it a good suck. Yoruichi bit down on her lower lip as his lips wrapped around her hard, dark nipple and suckled her, his free hand playing with her neglected titty. "Mmmmh! Heheh, I bet you can't wait for my tits to start leaking milk, can't you?"
The boy said nothing at first. He simply pulled at her breast with his teeth before letting it pop out of his mouth and watched it jiggle back into place. "I can't wait to milk my slutty kitty every day."
"Heheh, I'll hold you to it. Speaking of kitties…"
Getting up off of the naked Ichigo's lap, Yoruichi walked over to the island in the middle of their kitchen, shaking her wide hips with every stop to entice the horny teen. A crackle of lightning erupted from her as she entered her Raijin Senkei form. Putting her hands on the island's smooth countertop, the lightning woman decided to put on a show to her master after being confrontational before.
Ichigo sat there, watching with mesmerized eyes as his slut started to shake her ass. Her phat cheeks moved rhythmically up and down. With her Shunko powers activated, the whole house started to shake from her clapping booty cheeks. If it'd been anyone else, they'd most likely have been blown away by her thunderous twerking. Ichigo, on the other hand, took the lewd sonic booms with a grin on his face and stood up. He slowly walked over to her, channeling the power of his Blut into his cock as he stalked towards those glorious cheeks.
Yoruichi purred when she felt his strong hands grope her rump. She stopped clapping her thunderous cheeks and let Ichigo explore her ass. His deft fingers squeezed and played with her plump cheeks. He reached down and let his fingers trace the tribal tattoo on her thigh, leaning forward to kiss her neck and shoulder. He traced the God of Thunder words on her butt cheek, smiling at the memory of seeing it for the first time. His hands went to the faint golden handprint on her opposite cheek. He'd used his special spank so many times on that one spot on Yoruichi's beach ball-sized ass that her skin was now permanently marked with her spirit energy. He decided that it was looking a little too faint and focused his spirit energy into his hand.
SMACK!
Yoruichi almost orgasmed the moment his hand came down on her soft cheek. "Nghhhh! Fuuuuck!" slurred the slut, drooling with a massive grin on her face as Ichigo punished her ass. Ichigo's spankings had turned her into a huge masochist and the stinging pain combined with feeling his spiritual pressure mark her was beyond exquisite.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Ichigo put as much strength into his swings as he could. The echo of Ichigo's rough spanking matched Yoruichi's booty dancing and made the house shake from the reverberations of his spirit energy. Soon the mark on Yoruichi's ass cheek was burning gold. Despite how many times he glued his hands to them or even occasionally used them as his pillow to sleep on, her soft, phat ass cheeks always amazed him.
His hungry hands slowly spread her dump truck cheeks until his fingers reached her puckered ring of muscle. Yoruichi cooed when she felt his finger probe her asshole, her greedy hole sucking in his little digit. She trembled as Ichigo's finger wiggled around her tight ass, stretching her out. He quickly slid a second finger into her and scissored them to make her squeal with delight.
"Oooooh…" Yoruichi wiggled her rump as Ichigo fingered her asshole. She reached behind her to grab at her thick cheeks, pulling them apart wider to let him play with her slutty hole. "You always love playing with my ass. It's like you're obsessed," she chuckled as she gave her plump rump a nice smacking, making her cheeks jiggle.
"I can't help it. How can I not be in love with this ass?" Ichigo palmed her other cheek with his free hand while he continued to pump his fingers in and out of her. "Yeah, other girls I know have huge boobs but none of them compared to his ginormous, slutty ass."
"Aww! You always know how to make me feel so special!"
To Yoruichi's dismay, however, Ichigo stopped fingering her asshole and pulled out his digits to admire his handiwork for a moment. Her disappointment quickly faded, however, when she felt something much, much larger push against her backdoor. The object of Yoruichi's worship nuzzled against her asshole, making her moan in anticipation. Ichigo wedged his massive manhood in between her supple cheeks. Yoruichi understood what he was going for and pressed her massive buns together. Ichigo wasted no time in sliding his cock in between her cheeks, his hands groping and smacking her soft ass. He could feel her asshole twitch as his shaft rubbed against it. Both lovers let out sultry moans before Ichigo leaned forward and pressed himself against her sweaty backside. Yoruichi turned her head to meet him in a sloppy kiss. "Mmmmmh!"
Yoruichi pouted when Ichigo's lips left hers, only to moan uncontrollably when he started fucking her asscheeks harder. The sensual friction and feeling his long cock rub against her asshole was too much, forcing Yoruichi to press her head down onto the surface of the island and moan like a whore. "Fuuuuuck…."
The heat was absolute bliss. Ichigo closed his eyes to savor the moment. Turning her head to the side, Yoruichi saw just how absorbed in the moment her horny lover was. Panting hard, she silently took a moment to admire his chiseled abs, his body glistening as beads of sweat dripped down his forehead and how fascinated he was with her giant dump-truck ass. Her hips moved with a mind of their own, even though he hadn't penetrated her yet. Her hips bucking into his caused his thick balls to smack against her clit while the giant cock pulsated as it tirelessly rubbed between her booty cheeks. She felt nothing but pride, even as she was devolving into his personal cum dump.
Reaching underneath her legs, Yoruichi cupped Ichigo's swaying balls and gently fondled them with her soft hand. Pushing herself up with her free hand, Yoruichi turned her head to meet him in a hot, sloppy kiss. Her tongue tangled with his while she squeezed his balls, the heat in her buns making her lower half feel like it was going to melt.
Yoruichi backed her massive ass into Ichigo's grinding cock in perfect sync, moaning endlessly into his lips while feeling him rub against her pussy and asshole. While lost in the delightful heat, Yoruichi made a slight mental note for later to try and dominate Ichigo. She never actually tried to be the one in control but knew that Ichigo did enjoy her challenging him in subtle ways, even if he never said it. If anything, it'd drive him to act with greater ferocity to put his slut in her rightful place and the thought made her moan lewdly into his lips.
Moaning into her lover's lips, Yoruichi rolled her eyes into the back of her head as the pleasure got the better of her. Her slutty pussy gushed all over the floor, unable to hold it in any longer. Pulling his lips away from her, he gave her naughty ass another hard spank. "Goddamn! You came just from me rubbing your ass?! My baby momma is such a slut!" he grunted into her ear, even as he continued to fuck her asscheeks. He ran his hands all over her lusciously thicc body while she continued to push her ass against this thick cock. But as much as Ichigo called her a slut for climaxing so easily, he was in no room to talk. He'd been practically edging all day thinking about her and he couldn't hold back anymore. "Nghhh! Fuck!"
Yoruichi smiled warmly as he blew his load all over her backside, covering her dark skin with strands of sticky white spunk. Reaching behind her, Yoruichi scooped up a little cum off her ass and tasted it before rubbing some more against her pussy's wet slit and her loosened asshole.
Ichigo was harder than ever. One climax was not enough to get his raging hard-on to go down. Entranced by her sluttiness, he reached around and wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting the werecat slut up off the kitchen island. He carried the thicc Flash Goddess back into the living room and dumped her across the arm of the couch, leaving her ass in the perfect position to be pounded from behind.
The young man's hands ran across her smooth skin, smearing his cum into her backside like he was applying sunscreen to make her dark skin glisten. Smacking her bouncy cheeks again, Ichigo aimed his manhood and slammed it all the way into her cunt. After begging for it so much this morning and pining over him all day, Yoruichi was in absolute heaven as she finally got what she wanted. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Oh god!" she howled. Her womanhood was filled to the brim, her body already recognizing its owner as Ichigo began to slam in and out her.
Ichigo's hips crashed into her dump truck ass as he slammed into her cunt at full force, Yoruichi backing her ass into him to match his brutal thrusts. Both moaned like horny animals. As every time since the first, Ichigo was absolutely enthralled by her luscious body while letting her hot walls grip his cock. "Fuck! Yoruichi! I've wanted this all day!" he grunted. Yoruichi turned her head and swallowed his mouth and smiled into his kiss. Their tongues engaged in a battle of dominance once more, with Ichigo eventually winning out. Ichigo's dick throbbed madly as it was snug in her cunt. He broke the kiss and let Yoruichi lick her tongue across his lips while smirking.
With one hand holding her massive cheeks, Ichigo's free hand went to her unoccupied hole. His finger rubbed against her sensitive asshole, smirking back at her when her cunt instinctively grew tighter around his shaft. He could barely take his eyes off her ass, watching her massive dark cheeks bounce every time their bodies connected or how the smooth surface of her cheeks glistened with sweat or the asshole he never grew tired of toying with.
"Heheh…are you in love with me? Or my ass?"
"Yes," chuckled Ichigo which brought her immense pride and joy. It wasn't like she wasn't similar, worshipping Ichigo's cock like it was her god and how it compliment her giant ass. The fact that their complexions contrasted beautifully added to the love spice. She had started to think that they really were a perfect match by what every cosmic force ruled the universe. Leaning back, she reached back with her arms and hooked them around Ichigo's neck. Her massive breasts bounced with every thrust. Turning her head, she grinned wickedly at him. "My turn to have some fun."
Lightning crackled across her body, shocking Ichigo as she entered her Shunryū Kokubyō Senki form. Lightning sparked from her asshole as she shook her booty in front of him. Unlike when she first achieved the form, Yoruichi could now use it while maintaining her human mentality. Having her mind being cracked open by Ichigo's insatiable fucking ironically had the effect of helping her keep her rational together.
"Oh but the fun is all mine."
Like with Yoruichi, Ichigo learned how to transform at will. Yoruichi could feel the change when his cock shuddered inside of her. Ichigo pulsed with power as he transformed into his hybrid state, his horn appearing on the side of his head. His skin turned bone white, with a long black mark along the side of his face. "You really think I was going to let you take the pace after you made such a scene this morning?" he taunted as he pulled her tail.
The lightning kitty merely grinned back at her lover. "Oh, I'll top you yet, Ichigo!"
The house once again started to shake violently. In the middle of the living room the overpowered couple wrestled for dominance. Grabbing her clawed hands, Ichigo pushed against her, pressing her against the wall and putting a hole through it. Anything that came into contact with them was destroyed, whether it was walls or furniture. Yet despite Yoruichi's best efforts, Ichigo had her on her hands and knees, Ichigo slamming his Hollowfied cock back into her and going back to dominate her. "Heheh, you may have won, Ichigo. But admit it, this ass almost got the better of you!" she proudly said while smacking her ass again.
Ichigo pressed himself against her sweaty back, reaching around to cup her huge, swaying thunder tits. "Close but no cigar," he growled into her ear. "This ass is mine!"
"Ahhh!" Yoruichi's eyes rolled into the back of her head as Ichigo began to move with increased vigor. The lightning kitty slut gushed hard around his cock as she came, using her tail to tease his balls while she bucked her ass into his hips as hard as she could. "Fuuuuck!" With Ichigo using both his Hollowfication and his Blut, Yoruichi understood this was a battle of dominance she couldn't win, but the fact they were fucking at their most powerful only heightened the pleasure, climaxing another time when Ichigo's hard tip punched through her cervix. Yoruichi orgasmed on the spot, lightning crackling as her womb was raided.
Fap! Fap! Fap! Fap! Fap! Fap! Fap! Fap! Fap! Fap! Fap! Fap! Fap! Fap!
Grinning while her tight walls clenched his cock, Ichigo squeezed her tits. "All that talk and yet you're a moaning mess every time."
Yoruichi started to meow like a cat, her mind slipping for a brief moment there. "Y-yeah, but who's the only whore who can make you a real man, eh?"
Thunder clapped every time Yoruichi's thicc booty smacked Ichigo's Hierro-enhanced hips but Ichigo made it ring louder when he smacked it again. Leaning back, Ichigo dug his fingers into her massive cheeks and began to knead them, his hips moving with a mind of their own. Ichigo wanted to keep fucking her forever. "Fuck, you're the best cum dump!" he grunted in between thrusts.
'No, I'm the best bride…who just happens to be the best cum dump,' But in between moans, Yoruichi simply said, "You...sure you can…keep going?" Even as she asked, she was climaxing, her body in perpetual ecstasy.
Thinking that she was thinking he was getting tired, the horned Ichigo decided to remind the slut who her master was. Gripping her hips, Ichigo started to thrust at his maximum speed, applying his Flashstep into his movements to slam in and out of her at sonic speeds. Yoruichi howled in pleasure despite the pain in her hips before he buried his thumb in her ass, just like he knew she secretly liked it.
Still, Yoruichi continued to challenge her lover by sparking with more lightning at his pelvis in an attempt to throw him off his game, turning her head every now and again to wink at him despite the slutty smile on her face.
Ichigo was swallowed by his lust and leaned down to press himself against her bare back again to devour her lips. One hand cupped and fondled her ample breast while the other kept thumbing her asshole. Her ass clapped against his hips harder and harder, her cheeks the best cushion for him to slam his lower half against. 'Fuuuuuck! My mind is slipping! I feel like I'm going to black out any second!' thought the werecat as she climaxed yet again, her arms shaking as she struggled to maintain her transformation. Yet what kept her sane and conscious was her pride: her pride in knowing that only her huge ass could please Ichigo.
The hands toying with Yoruichi's luscious body changed positions. One hand grabbed her ass while the other tenderly held her stomach. Despite being pregnant and having a protective Kido inside her to protect the fetus inside her, Yoruichi's heart warmed from the loving gesture as he rubbed her belly, knowing that he was still the sweet young man she first met him as. Her ass continued to buck into his herculean thrusts, the shockwaves threatening to destroy the house (again).
Fap! Fap! Fap! Fap! Fap! FAP! FAP! FAP! FAP! FAP! FAP! FAP! FAP!
Ichigo couldn't take it any longer. Every time he was balls deep inside of her and feeling her buck that phat ass into him, he was utterly ensnared as if he was her prey.
"Yoruichi!"
"Ichigo!"
"Yoruichi!"
"Ichigo!"
"YORUICHI!"
"ICHIGO!"
The lovers exchanged another sloppy, tongue-filled kiss, lightning arcing across their tongues from Yoruichi's Shunko power. Just before Yoruichi was about to black out from the pleasure, her pussy suddenly emptied. Yoruichi whined from feeling the loss of her love inside of her but she wasn't empty for long. Ichigo pressed the tip against her asshole and plunged all the way inside her. "FUUUUUCK!" shrieked Yoruichi as her ass was stretched to its limit. Every window in the house shattered from her scream of lustful pain. She looked back at him with dazed eyes full of adoration and smugness, reaching underneath them to fondle his swaying balls. The young man captured her lips in another kiss again and pounded her ass harder, his ears filling with the deafening ripple of her ass smacking her hips before they both erupted in orgasm, the ground shaking as their spiritual pressures reached their peaks.
Yoruichi lost consciousness for a brief second as her ass was flooded with cum. She couldn't feel her lower half but was in absolute bliss.
Ichigo pulled out of her and slumped backwards, sitting on his knees while Yoruichi lay there, her face against the destroyed ground of their house while her ass stuck up in the air. Taking a deep breath, Ichigo scooped up his lightning kitty and held her in his arms. Nuzzling his neck, the werecat purred, "So do you know how many children I'm carrying?"
"Wait, children?" Ichigo went rigid as if struck by lightning. "We're having more than one."
"Heheh, have you forgotten that we've had constant sex while I'm in this form? It was when I was in my Shunryū Kokubyō Senki form. Since I'm part cat, that means I don't just have one child, but a litter." Completely stunned, Ichigo sat there while Yoruichi chuckled at his expression until she felt his cock getting hard again. "Oh? Was the thought of fucking me while my belly is full of children that much of a turn-on?"
Sitting up, Yoruichi turned her back to Ichigo and once again wedged her massive ass cheeks between his thick girth to give him an assjob. Her gaping asshole twitched as it rubbed against his hard shaft.
Leaning forward, Ichigo buried his face in her messy purple hair. Both hands went to her belly for a moment, as if expecting her stomach to grow to full preggo size any second. "I can't wait," he said with a smile.
"I know."
Ichigo saw his discarded pants and reached for them. He pulled out the collar that Yoruichi had torn off that morning and slipped it back around her neck, once again proudly marking the powerful woman as his cum dump. Once again collared to her master, she smiled lovingly and turned her head to kiss them.
Outside of the wrecked house, what the two didn't know was that they were being watched. Candice watched them from behind a tree. She was in utter awe of the sexual carnage between the two, getting turned on from the sight. When she first spotted them, she'd tried to dismiss the hybrid breeding with that "fat-assed slut of a Soul Reaper," but the more she watched, the more she felt jealous and a little sad that he'd rejected her for Yoruichi. She knew she shouldn't get so attached to Ichigo; any and all relations they could have had was mostly for self-preservation/survival of her race, or so she kept telling herself. Unable to watch anymore and risk getting caught, Candice disappeared into the shadows, unaware that Yoruichi knew full well she was there and smirked upon feeling her disappear.
Meanwhile…
Urahara Shop
Kisuke sat behind his counter while Tessai stocked the shelves. Upon hearing thunder in the distance, the shopkeeper took off his hat and slumped onto the counter. "Tessai, I am a failure."
"What are you talking about, boss?"
"I try and I try and I try and I try. But every time I remake their house and think that it'll hold, those two just ratchet things up a notch and my handiwork is reduced to rubble. My pride as a scientist, as a creator, is utterly shattered." Reaching underneath the counter, Kisuke produced a metal container. Opening it, he pulled out a revolver and loaded a bullet into the chamber. "Don't weep for me, Tessai. I'm already dead."
Just as Kisuke put the gun to his temple and cocked the hammer back, Tessai put up a hand. "Boss, you know that Yoruichi is pregnant right? That means Ichigo will probably propose once he knows. In all likelihood, they'll probably move to the Soul Society."
Kisuke blinked. "Really? Huh, I never thought of that. Well never mind then." He slowly pulled the gun away from his head and unloaded the round. "That's fine with me. Let Mayuri go nuts trying to make a bed that won't break."
The End