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Poll Winner: She'll Never Know (Bleach)
🕑 Added 2019-04-04 22:26:25 +0000 UTCWith Ichigo away at the Soul Society, Kon is left in charge of his body. He uses this chance to fuck Orihime, Ichigo's girlfriend, and take her virginity. Includes: NTR, Smut, Bad End
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Orihime took a deep breath. She stared at herself in the mirror, trying not to let her racing heart consume her. She wanted to try and control her breathing, fearing if it got out of control her chest would soon be bouncing uncontrollably.
She had asked Rangiku for help, and the older woman was only too eager to help the orange-haired woman. The two had gone shopping together, and Rangiku had made sure Orihime got everything she would need to make this night special.
Still, the young woman couldn’t help but blush when she looked at herself in the mirror. Her curvaceous figure was accented by the dark purple dress she wore. It was cut on the side, exposing one of her long, slender legs, and it had another cut on her chest, showing off her cleavage. Her hair was styled and given a slight curl as she glanced at the pink lipstick painted on her face.
All she needed was the confidence Rangiku bestowed upon her to finish the image. Orihime inhaled, before exhaling, slowly.
Tonight would be the night she and Ichigo made love. The night she gave up her virginity to him. The night they consummate their love. Orihime felt her cheeks burn at the thought, not to mention the tingling sensation she felt between her legs. She pressed her naked thighs together, shivering as that familiar sensation sent electricity through her veins.
She had… touched herself in preparation for tonight, but she never went too far. She needed Ichigo to give her that pleasure. She wanted to cum from his touch, from his hands, and lips, and… and…
Orihime shuddered, quivering in place as she grabbed her things, pulling a large coat over her body to keep herself warm, and to hide her body.
She should hurry to Ichigo’s…
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Kou let out a loud yawn as he lounged on the bed, quietly reading his magazine. The beautiful women were as sexy and alluring as ever, but he was honestly tired of them at this point.
Pictures were nothing compared to the real thing, after all.
Ichigo and Rukia left for the Soul Society not too long ago, but Kou was already wondering when they’d get. Maybe he should go to Orihime’s, see how she was doing? A grin formed on his face as he thought of the beautiful woman, a trickle of drool already finding its way down his lip.
That was when the doorbell rang, and Kou was brought back to reality. He raised his brow, before sighing and walking down to the front door. He was the only one home, so it was either that or suffer through the person knocking and ringing the bell for the next few minutes…
Kou opened the door, mouth open to greet the person, only to stop. Orihime was on the other side, and before he could say anything, she stepped into the house and pressed her face against his, almost crushing his lips against hers.
The orange-haired ‘man’ felt his eyes widen and ‘his’ dick quiver from the contact. Any words he had to say were gone as Orihime moaned against him, shivering from the cold wind outside. When the kiss was finally done, she pulled away and pressed her body against his, nuzzling his chest.
“Ichigo… A-are you busy?”
In a matter of milliseconds, Kou’s mind went through a process. He knew Ichigo and Orihime were dating, though the jealous stuffed animal had to admit he didn’t think that idiot deserved a woman as gentle and perfect as Orihime, and it was obvious that Orihime really needed a man to comfort her.
Technically speaking, he was Ichigo right now, wasn’t? Not to mention he was probably better suited to comfort her that the real thing…
“N-not at all, Orihime! How can I help you?” he grinned, grabbing her body and pulling her close. One hand on her ass, the other on her back, both pressing her closer to him. She blushed, but didn’t pull away. She merely looked to the side.
“I-I know we’ve been dating for a while now, and I… I just wanted you to know that I think I’m ready t-to take our relationship to the next level.”
Yep. No way he was going to let this opportunity slide. “R-really?”
She nodded her head, before taking her coat’s buttons in hand and slowly undoing them. Kou watched with his jaw hanging open in a wide, eager grin as he saw those accursed coat open, revealing the gorgeous woman underneath.
His hopes were not only met, they were blown away as he saw Orihime wearing the tight, beautiful dress. It pressed her tits together, making them look even bigger as she kept her arms to her side, refusing to cover up.
“I-I want to go all the way with-mmph?!”
Kou didn’t let her finish. He kissed Orihime right there, pressing his lips against her this time as his hands went to work. He had one on her chest, squeezing and groping her tits, while he had another hand on her ass, squeezing the firm, heart-shaped derriere.
This kiss was more intense than the first. He pushed his tongue against her lips, dragging it along her sealed, soft pillows, before she parted them and welcomed his tongue into her mouth, moaning in his hands as his palm pressed against her nipple.
Orihime didn’t expect Ichigo to be so passionate, or for his hands to feel this good. It was like he had done this before, but Orihime’s innocent found a romantic answer. It was true love, so of course his touch would feel so amazing.
And his tongue… Orihime had never imagined kissing could feel this good. Like a fire in her chest, burning hotter every time their tongues met. She closed her eyes and melted into his embrace, her quivering legs giving up. She would have hit the ground, had Ichigo not held her against him like the gentleman he was.
“Let’s take this to my room,” Ichigo whispered, after breaking the kiss. He lifted Orihime up, letting the woman gasp as she was swept off of her feet. She wrapped her arms around his neck, nuzzling against his chest with a crimson blush as he carried up the stairs.
Her heart swooned. She had never felt so excited, so happy, in her life! Orihime’s heart was pounding like a jackhammer as her boyfriend carried her into his room and gently dropped her onto his bed.
“That dress really does look good on you, Orihime,” he complimented, making her cheeks even more fluorescent. “But I think it’d look better on the floor.”
Orihime agreed, and she happily kissed back as Ichigo’s hands began to try and unwrap his presents. Of course, it wasn’t Ichigo, but Kou, who felt like a child on Christmas Day. Could his life get any better? He didn’t know, or care, but this would be the highlight of his life forever!
Their tongues continued to smack against each other as Kou’s hands pulled on her clothes. His hands were clumsy and uncoordinated, but thankfully Orihime was happy to help him.
“H-here, let me turn over. There’s a zipper on the back you can pull down,” she explained, before rolling on the bed, pressing her large breasts against her chest. Kou quickly pulled the zipper down, happy to end the foreplay and get to the main course.
He pulled it down, and she did the rest, peeling the dress off of her body. It had clung so tightly to her, but now her glorious, exquisite body was his to see. Kou licked his lips as he stared at Orihime’s naked, firm ass. He couldn’t help but to smack it, earning an adorable cry from the woman as her butt jiggled.
“You have a nice, fat ass, Orihime…”
The compliment made her face glow red, and she shivered as her boyfriend’s hands stroked and kneaded her butt. Orihime couldn’t believe how nice his hands felt, how soft, yet strong they were. She let out a shuddering moan as Kou turned her over, rolling her onto her back so that her naked breasts were free to see.
Kou wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. It was amazing. It was glorious. Orihime’s large, gigantic breasts on display, free for him to touch and lick, untouched by gravity, or even by any other man other than himself. Perky, big, and soft.
He didn’t waste time, latching his mouth onto one of her breasts and sucking on it while his hand squeezed and groped the other. Orihime moaned at his touch, but his other hand slowly slid down her body, stopping between her legs so that he could rub her little clit. Orihime moaned even louder when he did that.
Kou played with her body just like he had always dreamed of, and she loved his touch. The feeling of his hand pinching her nipple and kneading her titflesh, the pleasure of his lips around her other nipple, sucking on it until it became hard in his mouth, and her pussy. Her womanhood, which was wet and warm against his fingers. It was all so amazing.
The orange-haired man stopped rubbing her clut and started to finger fuck her, and that really set the beautiful woman off. She moaned, writhing on the bed as his middle finger penetrated her wet folds. He thrust in and out of her, and the small digit felt huge to the virgin woman. IT didn’t take her long to beg for more as her wet juices spilled onto the bed.
“I-Ichigo! P-please, please fuck me.” Hearing the innocent and naive woman utter those words made the man shudder.
“Louder, slut.” Hearing her boyfriend utter those words gave Orihime the same hot sensation going down her body. “Say it, louder.”
“Please, fuck me, Ichi-”
“Don’t call me that,” Kou ordered, making her stop. She feared he had upset her boyfriend, but he smiled. “Call me Master.”
“Master…?” Her pussy quivered, and she wanted to cum on the spot, stopped only by the sharp stare Ichigo gave her. “Y-yes, Master. Yes. Yes, Master!” Orihime cried out, nodding her head. Every time she uttered that word, it became easier. It was easy to call Ichigo her Master, he certainly acted like it…
“Please, Master, f-fuck me to your heart’s content! I-I’ve dreamed of your p-penis.”
“I’ve got a cock, Orihime,” Kou corrected, unbuttoning his pants. He pulled the clothes down, boxers and all, freeing his legs and letting his erection pop free. Orihime stared at his cock like how she gawked at her tits.
Mouth wide, eyes savoring every inch, absolutely in love with what she was seeing. Kou was glad she approved.
“Y-yes.” The word was so much dirtier than penis. It wasn’t right to call her Master’s cock a penis. It was a cock. Big, and girthy, and thick. Orihime couldn’t help but lick her lips as her eyes stared at the rod. “I want your cock…”
The two didn’t waste anymore time. Their lips found each other again as they rolled on the bed, moaning as their tongues wrestled once more. They moaned and enjoyed each other other’s taste as Kou laid on his back and Orihime on top of him. Her breasts rubbed against his chest, nipples poking through the thin fabric of his shirt.
She lifted herself off of him, and sat up. She raised herself up just to rub her pussy against the tip of his cock, and the two stared into each other’s eyes. Kou took her hips in his hands, and he pulled her down, filling her with his cock and taking her first time just like that, stealing the chance from the real Ichigo.
Orihime cried out in pleasure, mewling as she threw her head back. In an instant, she went from untouched virgin to her Master’s plaything, and it was all by choice. She embraced the role of her Master’s slave, and as she sank lower and lower down the cock, feeling the thick inches fill her, she knew it was meant to be.
Her hymen broke long ago from working, so there was nothing to slow down his cock. It even felt like the perfect size for her, not really hurting until his entire shaft was inside of her. Every inch, her walls squeezed down on his shaft, consuming it. Once their bodies were pressed together, and his whole length was in her, Orihime took a long, deep breath.
Kou was quivering, biting his lower lip to keep from screaming. This was a dream come true, and he couldn’t believe it was going to get better. The man lifted his hands up to grab at Orihime’s tits, squeezing the large breasts once more.
“Ah, Orihime! You’re so tight!” Kou moaned, feeling her pussy squeezing his dick.
“Mmm, Master! Y-your cock feels so good! I-I can’t believe how big it is!” Kou just chuckled, keeping his hands on her hips to lift her up, and bring her back down onto his shaft.
“Bounce on it. Ride my dick. Just like how you always imagined you would.” Orihime obeyed, bringing her fantasies to life. She had touched herself to this. She was just a virgin, but she wanted to be so much more.
Ichigo’s slut. Master’s toy. His to do with as he pleased.
“Fuck me!” She screamed, bouncing on his shaft, letting him stretch out her cunt. “Fuck me!” Her breasts bounced, clapping against her chest as her long locks bounced with her. “Fuck me, Master!”
Kou didn’t know where to keep his hands. He squeezed her hips, before moving to slap and spank her fat, bouncy ass. Then he groped and squeezed her large tits, rubbing his nipples with his thumbs, before he slid his hands back down to her hips.
Everything about Orihime was perfect and sexy. Everything about her made him want her more, and that just made him fuck her harder. Their sweaty, hot bodies slammed against each other as Orihime continued to bounce on his shaft, stroking every inch of his cock. The bulbous tip of his cock kissed the entrance of her womb with every thrust...
The bed groaned as they continued like this for minutes, just embracing and enjoying the sweet pleasure they shared. Kou memorized everything about Orihime in that moment. Her jiggling tits, her beautiful, long hair, her shimmering, tearfilled eyes, her look of utter joy and ecstatic pleasure…
Everything about this moment…
Kou ended up cumming inside of Orihime. He gave her no warning, but she didn’t care. She wanted his seed, she loved the idea of carrying his child. She wanted to marry him and live happily ever after with a family of their own…
When his seed filled her womb, she did the only thing she could and came with him. Her hands groped at her own chest, finding his and pressing them against her breasts. They kneaded her tits together, mauling them with their combined hands as she closed her eyes and screamed.
Orihime came on Kou’s cock, not Ichigo’s, but the young woman would never know. It was still the human’s seed filling her, technically, but Kou knew the truth. He always would.
The orange-haired woman let her body go limp. She fell on top of Kou, her tits in his face as she panted. He let out a content moan as he nuzzled her two breasts, feeling them rub against his cheeks.
They ended up falling asleep like that, cuddled up together, arms holding one another. Orihime was none the wiser as Kou quietly hoped that Ichigo would never come back.
