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Ble@ch: Chapter 86
🕑 Added 2025-06-11 20:29:16 +0000 UTCAfter that, Ichigo returned back home finding Kon who was acting suspicious, he knew that he saw his dad defeated Grand Fisher so it was no surprise. He didn't ask anything and just laid back on his bed as he read a manga.
' I don't feel like meeting the Visoreds since they're kinda boring, I'll just sit back and wait. I think Ulquiorra is arriving tomorrow. I can't wait ' he thought.
Time passed and he fell asleep.
[ Next Day ]
Travis was woken up by a knock on his window. He looked and saw Yoruichi in her cat form.
He opened the window, letting her inside.
" I'm starting go think you're in love with me" he said with a smirk.
" What if I was? " She asked as she laid on his lap.
"I'd be happy I guess. By the way, what brings you here?"
" I heard you met one of those Visoreds yesterday. What did they tell you?" She asked.
" Well I've know for a while that i wasn't just a Soul Reaper, so at least I have a name for what I really am. " He said.
" Oh, are you confused?"
" Not really. I should get ready for school. " He said as he moved her to the side and got up. Accidentally stepping on Kon, who shouted in pain.
He didn't bother apologizing as he went to the bathroom, Yoruichi of course followed him in her cat form. She slipped through the door as he closed it. Travis locked it and began taking a piss. She turned away, not wanting to see that.
' This horny cat' he thought as he finished, and took off his clothes.
Travis opened the shower door, but as he was about to get in, smoke erupted as Yoruichi changed her form. She stood there her hand on her waist.
" I'm not done with you Kurosaki Ichigo " She said with a seductive smirk.
Ichigo sighed, turning on the water, rinsing his body. Yoruichi pouted , seeing him ignore her. She quickly made the room sound proof before walking into the shower with Ichigo.
She stood with her back turned to him, leaning forward ever so slightly. Ichigo’s hardened length pressed against the small of her back, hot and throbbing with anticipation.
' I need to put her in her place, ' he thought, his arousal surging to full strength. With a firm hand on her back, he pushed her down gently, guiding her into a bent position before him—completely vulnerable.
“Oh? So you were just acting all cool and disinterested?” she teased, glancing at him over her shoulder, her golden eyes gleaming with mischief.
His hand slid down between her thighs, fingers brushing over her entrance—and pausing.
“…You’re soaking wet,” he muttered. “Are you in heat or something?”
Yoruichi gave a short, breathy laugh, but there was a bite of frustration in her voice. “This is how I feel every time I see you, Ichigo. But you keep ignoring me. That’s what drives me crazy…”
He reached down and grabbed her rear—firm, smooth, warm—his fingers sinking into the softness of her cheeks as he spread them apart. Her glistening core was fully revealed to him, pink, needy, and dripping.
“And be gentle,” she added, quieter now, her teasing edge softening. “I’m not used to anything that big…”
Ichigo leaned forward, his chest pressing against her bare back, their faces nearly side by side. His breath was warm on her ear.
“I know you’re a virgin,” he whispered.
Yoruichi’s breath hitched, and a blush bloomed on her cheeks before she could reply.
Without another word, Ichigo eased forward—and suddenly, his thick cock pushed into her in one slow, deep stroke.
“Ah—!” she gasped, eyes widening as her body instinctively tiptoed from the shock of penetration. Her nails dug into the sheets beneath her.
He filled her almost completely in one go—her tight, wet walls clenching around him with an almost overwhelming grip.
Her breathing turned ragged as she struggled to adjust. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears from the sudden stretch, and she bit down on her lower lip, trying desperately not to cry out.
' So full… ' she thought. ' So much bigger than anything I’ve used… I need to adjust, or else—!'
But before she could finish the thought, Ichigo began to pull out, slowly, his cock dragging against her clenching walls.
“Nnngh…” he groaned under his breath, his hands steady on her hips. Her heat, her tightness—it was almost too much.
Her core fluttered around him, her body reacting on instinct.
“D-Don’t move so fast,” she whispered shakily. “I still need to… hnn… get used to it…”
“Why would I do that?” he muttered with a smirk, pulling back until only the swollen tip of his cock remained inside her. The heat of her body tried to pull him back in.
Then, with one steady hand on her waist, he rolled his hips forward—slow, deep, and deliberate.
“Ahh—!” Yoruichi gasped, her voice soft and breathy, the sensation too intense to hide.
“You like that, huh?” he said smugly, watching her reactions with a gleam in his eye. His pace remained slow, deliberate, each stroke designed to make her feel every inch.
* pa pa pa *
The sound of skin meeting skin echoed quietly in the room. Each time he bottomed out, her ass jiggled ever so slightly from the impact. It wasn’t huge, but round and firm—absolutely perfect in his eyes.
Yoruichi bit her lip, but the moans kept escaping. “Nnhh… f-fuck… Ichigo…”
He looked down, watching the way her hole clenched around him, sucking him in each time he withdrew. His gaze drifted lower.
Her other entrance flexed unconsciously.
' Hmph… I’ll need to train that hole too, ' he thought, a devious grin tugging at his lips.
Then he gave a sharp, sudden thrust—deeper than before, hitting the back of her tight little cave.
“Aaahhh—fuck!!” she cried out, her voice breaking with raw pleasure. Her body trembled, legs weak beneath her. Tears welled in her eyes and trailed down her flushed cheeks, but her lips were curled in a blissful, trembling smile.
The overwhelming pleasure stirred something deep inside her. Emotions she didn’t even know she was holding in all rose to the surface—frustration, longing, desire… and release.
Ichigo leaned over her, not stopping his slow rhythm. His breath was warm against her ear.
“What happened to that confidence, huh?” he teased, his voice low and hungry.
She tried to respond, but another thrust sent a whimper out of her throat instead. Her body arched, clenching around him like she didn’t want to let go.
Ichigo clicked his tongue, amused by her helpless moans.
“Tch… You were all bark a minute ago. Now look at you.”
Without warning, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back, making her arch as his cock slammed into her harder than before.
PAK!
“Ahhh—f-fuck!!” she screamed, her body jerking forward from the impact, only to be dragged back by his relentless grip. Her legs trembled, and her arms buckled slightly under her.
Her slick walls clenched and fluttered around him as his hips began to move with brutal rhythm—raw, animalistic, deep.
PAK! PAK! PAK!
Each thrust sent her forward, only for him to yank her hips back into him, slamming against her ass with a wet slap. The room was filled with the sounds of skin, moans, and the growing squelch of her dripping heat.
“You feel that?” he growled in her ear, breath ragged. “That’s what happens when you tease me.”
Yoruichi was a mess beneath him. Her mouth hung open, moans pouring out with every slam.
“Nghh—ahh! Nnngh! D-don’t stop… fuck, Ichigo!” she begged, her pride long gone. Her body betrayed her, clenching tighter the rougher he got.
“That’s right. Take it,” he growled, slamming all the way in, forcing a guttural cry from her throat.
PAK!
PAK!
PAK!
schlk schlk schlk
She could barely think. Her vision blurred. Her ass stung from the repeated impacts, but the pleasure swallowed the pain whole. Tears streamed freely now, her moans rising higher as her orgasm built uncontrollably.
“Ichigooo—!” she cried, her entire body tightening up.
Then he shifted angles—slightly upward—and hit something deep inside her.
Her back arched violently. “A-AHH! There—!! There—!! I-Ichigo I’m gonna—!”
Her body convulsed as her orgasm slammed into her like lightning. Her pussy clenched down on him like a vice, pulsing wildly.
“Fuuuck,” Ichigo groaned, slamming deep and staying there as he felt her tighten. “Shit—you’re milking me…”
He wasn’t far behind. Her body, her heat, the way she broke down beneath him—it pushed him to the edge.
“Fuck it,” he growled. “I’m gonna cum inside.”
Her eyes widened—“W-wait—!”
Too late.
He slammed into her one final time, burying his cock to the base as hot ropes of his seed flooded her womb.
“Ahhh—fuck…!” Ichigo groaned, gripping her hips as his release emptied deep inside her.
Yoruichi gasped, body trembling. She could feel every throb, every pulse, as he filled her up completely.
The room fell quiet except for their panting breaths.
“…Dumbass,” she muttered with a flushed smile, barely able to speak.
Ichigo chuckled, pulling her close and letting her fall back against his chest.
“You didn’t seem to hate it.”
She turned her head weakly, pressing her cheek against his. “Shut up. But… yeah. I didn’t.”
TO BE CONTINUED
