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Ble@ch: Chapter 78
🕑 Added 2025-05-30 12:26:55 +0000 UTCAccepting her invitation, Ichigo held his breath as he kept his eyes laser-focused onto her crotch, watching as her perfectly pink pussy spread apart from the force of his head stretching her cunt open, nudging his hips forward in an attempt to break her virgin walls.
"Nnnghh!..." cried Rukia, fingers gripping tightly onto the blankets as Ichigo carefully inserted and penetrated her maiden sex.
He was significantly larger than the average man, and if the process wasn't difficult enough, Ichigo was a lot harder to handle. She'd be lying if she claimed that it didn't hurt, leaving her whimpering in slight agony the more inches of the girthy meat that stretched her delicate insides apart.
If it were anyone else, she'd probably have hit them on the head. But with Ichigo, Rukia accepted everything if it meant the two of them would be happy together. Her back arched when the entirety of his length was forcibly shoved inside, breaking her hymen and completing the task of officially claiming the Kuchiki’s descendant's virginity, perhaps something that was further valuable considering their hierarchy in society.
"Unnngghhh!~... Ichigo!..." she gasped, as she curiously watched intently at the slab of meat that began to slowly piston in and out of her body.
Ichigo groaned, teeth clenched as he felt her walls clench tightly around him, velvet heat wrapping his cock like a vice. He paused, letting her adjust, his hands sliding up her thighs, thumbs brushing the sensitive skin near her hips.
"You okay?" he asked, voice rough with restraint.
Rukia nodded shakily, eyes fluttering open to meet his. There was a spark in them—pain, yes, but also something deeper. Desire. Trust.
“Just… don’t stop,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need.
Ichigo leaned down, capturing her lips in a messy kiss, full of hunger and heat. He moved again, slower this time, dragging himself out until just the tip remained inside, then pushing back in with a slow, deliberate thrust that made her cry out into his mouth.
The friction was maddening. Each stroke ground against her most sensitive spots, forcing out broken moans from her lips. Rukia’s nails raked down his back, leaving faint red trails that only seemed to drive him harder. He angled his hips just slightly, and she gasped, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he hit that tender, aching spot deep inside her.
"Right there—Ichigo!" she cried, her body trembling beneath him.
Her breasts bounced with each movement, skin flushed and glistening with a sheen of sweat. Ichigo's mouth found one, sucking greedily on a peaked nipple as he picked up the pace, each thrust sharper, wetter, and more desperate than the last. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, lewd and unrelenting.
She was unraveling beneath him, her voice rising into desperate, high-pitched whimpers. Her legs squeezed tighter, heels digging into his back to pull him deeper, take him harder.
"You're so tight," Ichigo growled into her neck. "Fuck, Rukia… you feel incredible."
Rukia could barely reply, her mind spinning in a haze of overstimulation. Her body felt like it was going to break—then melt, then burst into flames. Her climax was building fast, a heat coiling low in her belly, ready to snap.
“Ichigo—! I’m—!”
"Come for me," he murmured, kissing her jaw, his voice thick with lust. “Let me feel you lose it.”
With one final thrust, he buried himself as deep as he could go, and that was all it took.
Rukia’s back arched violently off the bed, a scream tearing from her throat as her orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave. Her inner walls spasmed around him, milking his cock with such intensity that Ichigo groaned and followed her over the edge, grinding against her as he spilled deep inside, filling her full with every pulsing shot of heat.
They stayed tangled together, panting, slick with sweat, hearts thudding in sync.
Rukia’s fingers found his cheek, gently brushing it. “You better not think that was a one-time thing, I want it rough now" she whispered with a teasing smile.
Ichigo smirked, still buried inside her. “Oh, I wasn’t planning to stop anytime soon.”
[A/N: man I hate writing slow sex scenes. Let's up the speed]
Ichigo gritted his teeth, a growl rumbling in his throat as Rukia’s pussy gripped him like a vice. He didn’t wait this time—no soft kisses, no gentle pauses. Just the primal need to claim her completely.
With a sharp snap of his hips, he slammed back into her.
“Ah—fuck!” she cried out, the bed jolting beneath her with the force of his thrust.
“Say my name,” Ichigo hissed, his hands locking around her thighs, forcing them wider as he began to pound into her, deep and fast. “Let them hear who’s fucking you like this.”
Her head fell back, mouth open in a silent scream as her body jolted with every punishing thrust.
“Ichigo—Ichigo!” she sobbed, each syllable torn from her as he drove into her harder, deeper, not letting her catch her breath.
The sound of skin slapping echoed through the room, her slick heat squelching obscenely with every brutal thrust. He gripped her hips tighter, bruising her soft skin as he used her, dragging her down the bed with every motion.
“Damn it, you’re taking me so well,” he growled. “This tight little cunt was made for me.”
Rukia whimpered, half-lost in the haze of pain and pleasure. Her nails clawed at the sheets, at his arms, anything to ground herself as he ravaged her body like a man possessed. His cock rammed against her deepest spots, pulling ragged moans from her throat, her legs shaking uncontrollably.
Ichigo leaned over, one hand wrapping around her throat—not to choke, but to control. He looked into her eyes, dominance radiating off him in waves.
“You wanted it rough, didn’t you?” he rasped, slamming into her again. “You wanted me to ruin you.”
“Yes—yes, Ichigo! Please—don’t stop!” she gasped, her back arching violently.
His other hand found her breast, squeezing, twisting her nipple until she was crying out again, hips twitching from overstimulation. His pace never slowed, just got harsher, his cock pistoning into her mercilessly.
Rukia was falling apart—eyes glazed, mouth open, drool trailing from the corner of her lips as she took every inch like it was the only thing keeping her alive.
“I’m gonna come inside you,” Ichigo growled, voice deep, almost feral. “Gonna fill you up, make sure you remember this every time you walk.”
She could only nod, sobbing with pleasure, her climax already burning through her, her pussy clenching down on him in spasms. That tight squeeze drove him over the edge.
With a final savage thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, growling as he emptied himself inside her. Her womb fluttered with each pulse, her insides filled to the brim as she came with him, screaming his name into the sweat-drenched sheets.
They collapsed together, panting hard, her legs still trembling around his waist. He didn’t pull out—just stayed inside her, twitching with the aftershocks, breath hot against her ear.
“…Round two?” he muttered, voice husky.
Rukia gave a weak laugh, her voice hoarse. “You’re insane.”
Ichigo smirked against her skin. “You love it.”
TO BE CONTINUED
[A/N: YEYYYYY. First successful sex scene. Life is good] 
