This was a commission someone asked of me. I was paid money for this. Someone PM'ed me, and requested that I make this while offering a monetary reward.
For anyone who is even slightly interested, it's that easy.
After pounding my fist on the door, I didn't have to wait for a response all that long, one of the servants opening it after just a few seconds.
"Kurosaki-sama!" The servant recognized immediately. "You came at a wonderful time, both Tsunayashiro-sama and his wife are present!"
"Good." I grunted. They stepped aside, letting me in, before closing the door behind me and leading me towards where the clan head was. I was escorted to a study, where the servant knocked for me and informed Don-whatever that I was here. As the servant left, I heard some panicked shuffling inside before the green-haired man slid the door open. He was dressed as fancily as always, his hair neatly done, and all-in-all not looking like I had caught him in the middle of something. Then I peered past him curiously and was able to clearly pick out that some stuff had been thrown to the side in favor of some historical documents that I was able to quickly recognize as old MIA reports. Ah, Aizen stuff, probably.
"Kuro-Ichigo-san!" The man stumbled. "I'm so happy you visited today! I, unfortunately, was recovering a lost artifact the last time you came, so we could not go over matters with outing the years of manipulation by Sosuke Aizen's hands in Soul Society's history."
"You seem really enthusiastic about that." I grunted, not in the mood to put up a front for the noble.
"Well, of course! You mentioned that Aizen had been manipulating things in his favor for over a hundred years! To muddy Soul Society's history so, it's atrocious. Hence why it is my duty to clean it of his influence, to point out and show to the public my efforts! Anyone would be overjoyed to know of such a success, why, they'd be all the more eager to have me do even more, possibly request me to do the same for their families!" That set off like nine different sets of warning bells in my head. Ossan offered a suggestion for how to respond.
"What, like a commission?" The noble's eyes glistened with a certain light I knew all too well.
"Well, if they happened to offer rewards to me for something I am duty-bound to achieve, it would only be rude to refuse them, would it not?" He smiled. I nodded in understanding.
Yeah, now everything made sense. There was a unanimous feeling of unsurprise within me. Donyoku didn't give a damn about correcting the history of the Soul Society, he just wanted to have a claim to fame so that people would pay him to do stuff. Rich Prick wanted to be Richer Prick. Being a noble meant you were loaded, but it didn't necessarily mean you had an income, just that you innately had enough money to never care.
That didn't tell me what the wife's deal was, though. She definitely didn't care about money, since she had been hitting on me before I was hired by the Gotei. The servant had said both of them were in, so I figured now was a good time to talk to her. I mindlessly followed Donyoku into his study, Ossan listening to the noble's words and reacting appropriately. The green-haired man was waving the MIA reports around, which I caught were the Vizard's MIA reports. Idea.
"You know," I interrupted whatever unimportant money-scheme nonsense he had been in the middle of, "I got Yama to sign off on repealing all of their bans. Last I heard, Shinji, Rose, and Kensei were scheduled for captaincy interviews sometime this week to get their positions back. You could probably get on their good sides and have them spread the word about what you're doing." I shamelessly threw them under the bus. The clan head's eyes widened with glee.
"You said sometime this week? You don't have any specifics beyond that?"
"Nah. And, obviously, they have first-hand accounts of what really went down, so you'd be able to get the best possible reports. People would be climbing over each other to request you, knowing you were able to be so thorough with your information gathering." A bag was in his hands immediately.
"I hope you can forgive me, to willfully miss such an opportunity would be the greatest insult to the Tsunayashiro noble family and our duty to preserve Soul Society's history. For the sake of our pride, I must see if I can acquire the assistance of those wronged by Sosuke Aizen's hand." I waved it off like I cared in the first place.
"Totally understand. Hell, I'll do you a solid and stick around for a little bit." He was like a child on Christmas morning.
"Your efforts to assist me are greatly appreciated, Ichigo-san!" He called as he damn near ran out the door. I tracked his reiatsu until it was out the building, then I left the room. With notably more control this time, I sent out a pulse of Pesquisa, pinging the wife's location. She was by herself, and figuring there was very little I could do wrong with how aggressively she had been hitting on me, I wasted no time in sauntering to where she was. It was a mildly annoying reminder how obnoxiously huge the homes of the Four Great Noble Clans were, that it took a few minutes to reach the room she was in, which I realized was a bedroom. I knocked and shoved my hands in my pockets.
"Yes?" There was the slightest hint of suppressed annoyance in her voice.
"It's Ichigo." I called.
"Oh, just a moment!" I heard some faint noises, so I focused my hollow hearing, and distinctly caught the shifting of clothes. My reiatsu sense tracked her moving to the side of the room quickly, and I heard some running water. Once all the preparations were done, she came up to the door and pulled it wide open.
"I apologize for my state of dress, I was just getting ready for a bath." She projected a sheepish aura, with a nervous smile I knew she didn't actually feel. Her hair was undone, thrown over her left shoulder. Kyoei-I-forgot-the-rest-of-her-name was clad in only a silken robe, that was loosely done and exposing a lot more skin than was 'proper for a noble'. The right shoulder had fallen to her bicep, leaving it and a very generous amount of her right breast exposed. It was, of course, purely on accident that I was able to see the faintest edge of dark pink with the way her robe fell. The left side was also hanging open quite a bit, exposing a lot of cleavage and stomach. Below the belt that was intentionally a light breeze away from being undone, she stood in such a way that I saw a dangerous amount of inner thigh, to the point that I wasn't entirely certain I wasn't seeing glimpses of something else. Even if I had Yoruichi and Unohana, as a straight man, I had to admit the noble did know how to dress enticingly. "What do I owe the pleasure?" She could probably turn it down a few notches, though.
"I had been doing some business with Donyoku, but he found out that some of the captains from a hundred years ago were coming back to return to their old positions and he, uh," I could feel the bile rising in the back of my throat at the words I was about to say, "left me a bit unsatisfied." A predatory gleam appeared in the noble's eyes.
"Yes, he has a bit of a habit of that, you would find." That better not be the reason she was coming onto me so much. "He's so much more focused on ancient relics," the woman shifted on her feet, her robe swaying and flashing her left nipple, "when he should be focused on polished and high-quality."
"Not that I disagree with that mindset," I absolutely fucking did, I've yet to find anything that tops Shakespeare's writing, "but I can't help but notice that you two don't seem to be a match for each other." She very clearly took that as though I was suggesting she and I would be a better match, by her salacious smile. Shiro and I wanted to shove our foot into her stomach at full force, Ossan was ensuring we did not act on that desire.
"I'll admit, when he and I first met, he seemed to be everything I was looking for." I pointedly noticed that she didn't elaborate on what she had been looking for. "But after we got married, I realized I may have…misinterpreted what our relationship would be." Green orbs sensually trailed over me. The right side of her robe finally 'failed' in its task, slipping down and fully exposing her right breast, as the entire right side sagged down in every way where it would be impossible to not notice it had fallen. She acted as though she was not aware of the change to her state of dress. Instead, a gleam appeared in her eyes at noticing I caught the change. "Since then, however, new opportunities have presented themselves. Ones that are much more appealing." She slid her right foot forward, each of her hands holding the frame of the doorway, presenting her body and getting her slowly-getting-looser robe to flaunt even more. The belt to her robe was doing an atrocious job of keeping the cloth shut, the coat open entirely and exposing absolutely everything. It took a moment to meet her eyes again.
"And what makes them so appealing?"
'King,' Shiro seemed halfway between disgusted and dumbfounded, 'Is this bitch fucking getting to ya?'
'No.' I denied immediately. 'Shut up.' My minor distraction in the form of my zanpakuto meant that the noble was able to reach forward and brush the fingers of her right hand over the skin of my chest.
"Well, for one, don't let him fool you, that man puts on more make-up than I do to look as young as he does, and he has the body to match." She purred, her left foot swinging forward intentionally so that she was a little bit closer. "He also spends all of his time either in his study or searching for artefacts, neglecting everything else." I focused on her words, noting that it sounded suspiciously normal for a marriage that wasn't going to work in the first place. "He's practically a noble in name only, rejecting invitations to dinners and dances, not bothering to use his power to barter with merchants or his money to buy things befitting the status of the Head of one of the Four Great Noble Clans. But I can tell you aren't as foolish as he is, nor as meek. You're someone who can really take charge," she breathed the last two words as her hand came around to my bicep, "who gets what he wants, who can announce his presence without saying a word." Her other hand came up, fingers sliding under my shihakusho and tugging it slightly open.
'King, we are you.' My hollow deadpanned. 'You can't lie to us. You're not even making it difficult.'
'Shut up.'
"You're someone who's strong, who has a presence, whose name carries weight." She leaned in to inhale my scent, shuddering as though she could smell the kind of person I was.
…That shouldn't have worked.
'…I'm just gonna be over in this corner, closing my eyes, covering my ears, and screaming 'La, La, La'.'
I grabbed her by her sides then lifted her up. Her lips curled into something wide and excited, multiple types of thrill entering her system right before I threw her into the room. She soared mostly gracefully through the air until she landed on her bed, her robe such a barely-hanging-on mess that she didn't need to do anything but grab one side and pull in order to remove it. I removed Zangetsu from my sash, first leaning it against the wall, then deciding to tuck it behind a wall-scroll like I was doing it to protect my zanpakuto's eyes. Kicking the door shut, I pulled off my armor and waistcoat, putting them down on the floor as the noble-I'm just gonna start calling her Kyo now-began to crawl closer to me while still on the bed. Stepping forward to meet her at the edge of her mattress, I flung off my shihakusho, but left my hakama be. Kyo accepted the wordless order with a particularly excited look in her eyes, sitting on her haunches to untie my sash and slip everything left I was wearing down in one go.
A sultry moan came from her throat as her eyes trailed over my cock, and my eyes rolled at how obvious she was making it that her husband did not stack up. I wasn't here for comparisons, especially not idiotic ones. My right hand moved to grab her by the back of the head and bring her forward. Her eyes widened and her hands grabbed onto my thighs, but she offered no resistance as the tip of my cock pressed against her lips. If anything, when she realized how wide my dick was, she did everything in her power to open her mouth wider as I forced myself inside.
Ah, right. She wanted to be dommed. Should have connected those dots a lot sooner, in all honesty. My left hand joined my right, so I had a firm hold on her head, before I pulled my hips back slightly, just enough that only my tip remained inside her mouth. Green orbs flicked up to me in confusion and slight disappointment, as her tongue almost desperately flicked and swirled around the end of my cock. A second later, I snapped my hips forward, angling her head to drive deeper. Even then, I wasn't quite able to get all the way down in one go, a visible amount still poking past her lips. A loud, surprised gag gurgled from the back of her throat, as her nails dug into my legs. But, she still made no attempt to pull me away, just making sure to grip on tighter. Her eyes were watering slightly, and I could feel some of her saliva already drooling out from the corner of her mouth. However, past the teary sheen, her green pools were only more enthused, like some animal that had been starved of its favorite treat and was finally getting it. Her tongue wiggled around as much as it could while flattened underneath my shaft. Every so often, I could feel the cautionary suck as she tried to gauge her own ability to swallow my cock.
So, I kept going, pulling back and thrusting into her mouth at a-to me-slow pace. The sounds of her throat being forced wider to accommodate mixed with the growing slurps as she tried to show that she was able to be more than just a fuck-sleeve. Didn't make much of a difference, honestly, she clearly had no practice with dicks the heft of mine, if she had any viable amount of experience at all. Encouraging, begging moans eeked out from her every now and again, as she began to pull herself along with my thrusts. Maintaining my hold on her skull, I put forth more power, jamming more of my shaft into her throat and being rewarded with the sounds of her unique combination of craving more while not even being able to deal with what she had. And I still didn't manage to fit all of myself inside.
A frustrated huff left my own throat, as I couldn't possibly cum from just this. An idea came to me, though. She clearly had no regard for her own ability to take, she just got off on someone having the ability and desire to manhandle her. So I brought my right foot onto the bed next to her, forcefully adjusted her body so that I was at a better angle, and just started skull-fucking her.
The volume of her throat being rearranged grew even louder, supported by the slaps of my balls upon her chin, a particularly wet sound since the woman was half-soaked in her own spit. Kyo all but went limp in my hold, and I gave a quick glance to see her eyes had rolled back. She definitely was realizing that she couldn't keep up now, but she oddly didn't seem to have a problem with it, taking me pounding into her throat without a single motion to get me to calm down.
With a pure focus of fucking a hole for the express purpose of reaching orgasm, it was little different than masturbating, just a lot noisier. In that same way, it was bound to reach its end as quickly as I would when jacking off. Not even bothering with a warning, when I tipped over the edge into climax, I just growled and bottomed out into her mouth. Her entire body seemed to throb with each burst of cum, as her nails gripped tight enough that anyone without natural defense would have been bleeding. She didn't so much as swallow any of my release as her throat was helpless but to accept it. When I did finish completely, I pulled out, a thick mess of saliva drooling off my shaft as well as a dozen threads of the stuff connecting it to Kyo's heavily panting mouth. The noble collapsed onto her side, eyes dark and hazy as she looked like she had been no more than a second or two away from passing out from lack of oxygen. Somehow, her lips were still faintly curled up like she had enjoyed every second of it. I let her have a moment as I grabbed the sheets of the bed, wiping my dick clean with a mildly disgusted wince. Breathing in through my nose, I caught a scent in the air, and I couldn't help but look over in bafflement at the woman who had orgasmed by being skull-fucked. Shaking my head, I just let it be and took a step towards my clothes.
"Wait." The brutally hoarse nightmare that Kyo's voice had become reached my ears, and I spared a glance to see she was holding herself up with one arm. "Are…you really satisfied by that alone?" She took a moment to breathe in deeply, and I waited for her to finish. "A simple…blowjob?" We both knew that was the furthest thing from 'a simple blowjob', but I figured this woman thought I was a virgin, so I allowed it. "You…don't want to go…all the way?"
…Could she handle all the way?
"If how you are now is any indication, all the way will leave you bedridden for a few days." I verbalized. Her eyes had a near-maddening anticipation in them.
"I…do not…see the problem with that." My look of disbelief was sent her way, but she seemed to not care. Deciding that she had been sufficiently warned, I shrugged and stepped forward once again.
To her unabashed glee, I just grabbed her throat and tossed her onto her back to get her in position. Grabbing her thighs, I tugged her up to me, since I just didn't want to get on the bed, and let my still-hard member lay atop her. She took great pleasure in seeing how it compared to her body, running a finger along the side to measure how deep it would go inside of her. The noble wasn't able to marvel at it for long, since I dragged my hips back to line myself up with her positively soaked lower lips.
Figuring she'd like it the same way she had received the throat-pounding, I speared straight into her, successfully going balls-deep from the get-go. It was amazing what an astronomical amount of arousal and an orgasm can accomplish. With how rough her voice had become due to the 'blowjob', me going all in from the first thrust couldn't draw out more than a long, delirious wheeze from the noble. While still fully sheathed inside of her, I adjusted my hands so that I was gripping around her hips in an inescapable hold. If she hadn't made a single attempt to stop me when my cock was choking her out, there was no doubt in my mind she'd just as happily take what was about to come to her.
Gripping tight, I shifted into a relentless pace. Loud, wet slaps instantly filled the room, only barely interrupted by Kyo's scratchy chorus of overwhelmingly pleased noises. While it may have been for a different reason, the woman was rendered just as limp and physically helpless as when I had been broadening the inside of her throat. Her entire body shook and jiggled, the sheer force and quickness of my thrusts making it so that even her mostly small form trembled with every smack. Her breasts shifted around the most, a modest size that pleased the baser parts of my brain, but something I personally deemed underwhelming for obvious reason. It was damn near every other thrust that I felt her inner walls tighten around me, an easy to spot sign of her continuous orgasms.
Out of curiosity of how far I could push, and since it was going to be a while anyway until I came a second time, I leaned forward and wrapped the fingers of my left hand around her throat. Squeezing until I reached a point where I worried any more would cut off her breathing completely, I continued fucking her cunt like I hated her. Actually…I added an extra layer of force into my thrusts, minor grunts coming from me at the effort, as I poured in my own frustrations at nobility and Central 46. I withheld from entering a realm of strength that would have damaged her bones, but her skin was of no concern.
The woman practically became a fountain. Drool spilling out the right side of her mouth, face curled into a near-perfect ahegao, body happily helpless to the complete overload, her pussy throbbed and squeezed until it reached the point where arousal and orgasmic fluid were indistinguishable. I would not be surprised if she reached a state of orgasmic bliss that she stopped properly perceiving the world around her.
It turned out, to my surprise, that hate-fucking someone is pretty damning for the libido, as I felt my orgasm coming far faster than it usually did. Unlike when I was abusing her throat, finishing inside was not an option, I was still thinking clearly enough to be aware of that. Hell, I wasn't certain she wasn't the type to try trapping me with the idea of her bearing my child. Thankfully, even if she had any reservations about it, Kyo was nowhere near a state where she could attempt stopping me from pulling out.
Her displeased mewl sounded immediately, but I disregarded it as I pumped my hand along my cock a couple more times until I reached climax. Each pulsating burst shot over her body, the first even managing to reach her right cheek. Nine, ten, eleven powerful throbs later, and the green-haired noble's body was covered in sweat, drool, and my cum. Over her breasts, her stomach, underneath her chin. In a display I decided I was gonna try removing from my head as quickly as possible, the woman moaned and sighed in euphoria as she rubbed my semen into her skin. Dipping her fingers into the substance and sucking it off her fingers like a drug, she was like a cat on catnip. I watched it out the corner of my eye, out of genuine concern that she might take some of it and shove it into her pussy, but she didn't go that far.
"That…was so wonderful." She breathed. "So much of that…was a blur…but a good one. Like an orgasm-filled dream. I really ought to steal you away from that bloodthirsty criminal and that traitorous ex-noble." My eyes narrowed, and I snorted derisively.
"Good luck with that, as long as you keep calling the loves of my life those names." She flinched as she realized her mistake.
"Speaking of them, they're bound to be mad if they were to find out about this, wouldn't they?" I paused in my way to my hakama, before glaring over my shoulder at the noble. A Cheshire grin spread across her face at my reaction. "I'm willing to keep this a secret from them, under one condition." I fought the instinct to let my reiatsu flare up, not wanting to sabotage any chance I had of getting this swept under the rug.
"Being?" I instead demanded.
"This becomes a regular thing." I got the impression she wanted to come closer to be able to look me dead in the eyes, but her body was refusing to cooperate. Thinking quickly, I couldn't come up with a way to get out of this that didn't either involve telling Unohana and Yoruichi or killing Kyo. And while I didn't personally care about Kyo, there would be a lot of political issues that would arise that would detract too much from Yhwach. "And in order to facilitate this, you would have to come over here, let's say…once a week."
"Fine." I spat, as I swiped my hakama off the floor and tugged it on.
Dammit, I knew the Tsunayashiro's were going to be a problem.
First: This is not canon to the story of To Undo it All. This might seem obvious, but I trust in the stupidity of the internet.
Second: The name of this is in reference to the Original Sin.