NOTAKING
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Chapter 134
🕑 Added 2025-07-31 06:16:04 +0000 UTCIchigo lifted her skirt, his hand placed on her pink cave, his hands steady as he slowly parted her folds, revealing the soft, glistening pink beneath. The sight alone made his mouth go dry—then water. She was soaked, her arousal catching the light, sticky and inviting.
A quiet moan escaped Rukia as she felt herself being opened up like that slow, deliberate, vulnerable. The cool air kissed her heat, making her shiver while the warmth between her legs only intensified.
Ichigo inhaled deeply, trying to keep himself grounded, but her scent, her heat, her need were threatening to drive him wild. He could feel the restraint tightening in his chest.
Rukia clung to the sheets, eyes half-lidded, trying not to lose herself in the overwhelming sensation that came with being touched like this not just physically, but like he saw her, like he devoured her with his eyes alone.
His hand cradled her, palm pressed gently against her folds, feeling the impossible heat radiating from her core. He spread her open again, slower this time, and watched as his fingers glistened with the wetness that coated her.
Ichigo flicked his eyes up to her just a glance.
But it was enough.
Rukia breath hitched. Her cheeks flushed a deep red as their eyes met, the hunger in his stare making her thighs quiver around his wrist.
“Ichigo …” she breathed, barely above a whisper.
He smirked softly, his fingers pausing in place—but not pulling away. “You're beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low, roughened by desire. “And you’re so fucking wet for me.”
'Okay… let’s see how this pussy tastes, kinda missed it' Ichigo thought, the hunger in his gaze turning primal.
He lowered himself between her thighs, the heat radiating off her core pulling him in like a magnet. As he drew closer, he took a slow, deep breath—her scent filled his lungs, rich and intoxicating, a mix of sweetness and skin and something uniquely her. It only made him harder.
Looking up, he caught Rukia watching him—blushing, biting her lip, eyes wide with anticipation. He tilted his head slightly, amused. “What?” he murmured, teasing. “You’re shy now?”
She didn’t answer—just looked away briefly, her chest rising and falling as she fought to stay composed.
Without another word, Ichigo leaned in and pressed his mouth to her pussy.
The warmth of his lips made her flinch slightly, a sharp breath escaping her lips.
“Ah—” Her body jolted from the sudden contact, her thighs instinctively tightening around his head before relaxing again.
He opened his mouth, tongue sliding out slowly, tasting her.
To his surprise, it didn’t taste strange or overwhelming—just the raw, honest flavor of skin and sweat, a trace of soap, and a faint salty edge that told him she’d freshly shaved. It was intimate. Real. Addicting.
He parted her folds with his fingers and slid his tongue along the center, tracing the line of her slit with slow, intentional strokes.
Slurp.
A soft wet sound followed each motion, mixing with Rukia’s breathy whimpers above. She gripped the edge of the bed hard, knuckles turning white.
' Ahh f-fuck,' she thought, her mind barely hanging on.' Why does his tongue feel this good? He hasn’t even started for real, and I’m already close…'
Ichigo explored every inch of her with his tongue—curious, thorough. He learned the shape of her with every flick, every swirl. Then he found her clit.
He latched onto it without hesitation.
“Ohhh—Ichigo ” she cried out in a soft tone, her voice shaky, pleasure crashing over her in waves.
His mouth sealed around her sensitive bud, sucking gently at first, then with firmer, rhythmic pulls. He flicked it side to side, then up and down, switching between soft licks and deep swirls, never letting up.
The wet sounds of his tongue working her echoed in the room, mixed with her gasps and the occasional shaky moan that slipped through clenched teeth.
Schlkk… schllp… mmm…
Her pussy responded with more slick arousal, practically dripping now. Travis could feel it coating his chin, and he didn’t care—he welcomed it, even let out a low, satisfied groan against her flesh that vibrated through her core.
Then, slowly, he shifted downward.
He looked at the soaked entrance of her pussy—glistening, fluttering, aching for more. He stared at the hole he was dying to bury himself in soon… but first, his tongue made its way down.
He pressed it inside her.
A deeper moan tore from Rukia's throat, her body arching slightly as she felt him slide in, hot and wet, swirling inside her with maddening slowness.
“Ahhn… Mmm... don’t stop… keep… doing that… ahhh—oh God,” Rukia moaned softly, her voice barely above a whisper. She bit her lip hard, trying to keep the sound contained, trying not to alert Isshin just a room away.
Ichigo’s tongue worked inside her with slow, purposeful strokes—not too deep, but enough. Just enough to reach her sweet spot. He tilted his head slightly and flicked the tip of his tongue upward, brushing that slightly rough patch along her inner wall. Her G-spot.
A breath hitched in her throat as his tongue moved in slow, circular patterns, massaging the sensitive spot like he was painting her pleasure with every swirl.
Her body began to shake, hips trembling against the counter as her orgasm built fast and hard, like a wave about to break.
Then, just as the tension reached its peak, he slid his tongue out—and replaced it with his fingers.
Schlick.
Two fingers curled deep inside her, seeking out that same spot again while his mouth found her breast. One hand groped her softly, thumb brushing over the perked tip, while the other pressed firm inside her heat, fingers curling up to tap and stroke the swollen spot with perfect rhythm.
Her breathing turned ragged. “I… I’m gonna cum,” Rukia whispered, her voice breaking with need.
But just as the flood was about to burst—
He stopped.
Fingers pulled out, glistening with her arousal. His hand left her breast. And her orgasm—mere seconds away—was snatched from her grasp. Her body twitched from the sudden halt, her pussy still clenching, pulsing with unmet release.
She stared at Travis in disbelief, cheeks flushed, chest heaving.
“W-why did you stop?” she whispered, her voice breathy and wounded, hips still twitching from the pause.
" Can’t have you having fun without me" He said as he pulled down his pants revealing his thick bulging cock.
Her eyes widened, but a smile grew on her face' I can't wait '
TO BE CONTINUED
