NOVEL WEB Chapter 27: Chapter 27
Ichigo panted, feeling the incredible heat of Yoruichi's pussy just from proximity to it. He then gasped as Yoruichi forcefully impaled herself upon him, ramming her pelvis against him hard enough to make the reinforced steel frame of his bed audibly groan.
He looked at Yoruichi, who seemed to be in her own little world as she ground her tits against his chest and slammed her cunt up and down his rod. Her tongue was lolling out of her mouth, her cheeks were red, and her eyes were rolling up into the back of her head. He could see the faint steamy mist coming from her mouth as she panted and moaned so damn lewdly.
The expression on Yoruichi's face was borderline obscene as she fucked him. Ichigo's bed was shaking from the force with which the former captain was slapping their hips together, and he was actually a little worried, somewhere in the back of his mind, that it would collapse at this rate.
Not that he could really bring himself to care about something like that, as his world exploded into an orgy of sensations and he came inside Yoruichi, filling her pussy with his seed.
"Haa...haa...haaa..." Yoruichi panted. "Yes... just like that..." she moaned. "Fill me up... Fill me up with your seed!" Her pussy clenched like a vise-grip, forcibly extracting more semen from him, pushing him again past the point of orgasm.
His seed was dripping from Yoruichi's tight brown pussy, and it was liberally mixed with her own juices. She then came with a howl, drenching both of their lower bodies with her nectar.
"More, baby...!" she wailed lustfully, licking Ichigo's cheek. "Give me more... more... more...!"
She screamed, coming again at the same time Ichigo's balls clenched and deposited another load inside her. Their bodies melted together for an instant, their biorhythms in perfect sync as they became a single entity for that single, wonderful, fleeting moment.
Ichigo grinned smugly at the look on Yoruichi's face. She looked like she was completely lost in the heat of the moment, eyes shining with animal lust as she continued to fuck him.
"You look like you're sure having fun," he whispered as he reached a hand around to squeeze her ass as she continued to rock her hips up and down. "I've never seen such a horny woman..."
"Just shut up and fuck me," Yoruichi groaned, moving her head down to lick the sweat off of Ichigo's pectorals.
Ichigo, feeling her cunt tightening around him once again, gladly did as she requested. He bucked his hips with considerable force as he worked to match the rhythm of her thrusts, growling lustfully as their pelvises slapped together with enough concussive force to crack his bedroom window and bend his metal bed frame out of shape.
He was not holding anything back as he thrust into Yoruichi with all of the strength he could muster, having no worries about doing any serious damage to her. The woman was made of considerably tougher stuff than most, and she was probably one of only a very small handful of women in any world who would be able to handle him fucking her all out.
And he was certainly taking advantage of this, stabbing his dick into her pussy at a level of strength and speed that he usually reserved for handling his zanpakuto. And she gladly reciprocated, pounding her cunt down upon him with enough force to completely break his bed frame and drive it into the floor beneath them with a mighty crash.
Ichigo came repeatedly into Yoruichi, filling her with so much seed that most of it poured right back out the second the pulled her hips back up for another thrust. She also came a similar number of times, splattering her womanly juices all over her and Ichigo, glowing like a goddess as she felt all of her built up tension melt away into ecstasy.
They kept going like this for over half an hour, both of them coming more times than either one could count. By the time they finally stopped, the other girls were all awake and watching in various degrees of interest. But they did eventually stop, once Yoruichi ran out of gas.
After a long, hard, vigorous session of fucking, the former head of the Onmitsukido finally tired out, collapsing bonelessly on top of Ichigo, a contented grin on her face.
"Aah," she sighed happily, rubbing her face affectionately against Ichigo's chest. "I haven't had sex that good in ages..."
Ichigo felt his pride perk up at that remark, and he could help smiling in a self-satisfied manner.
"Mmm," Matsumoto moaned, kneeling down next to the side of Ichigo's broken bed, draping her bosom over his arm. "Master really is the best, isn't he?"
"Yup," Yoruichi purred sleepily, "He's right at the very top..."
She then rolled off of Ichigo, and the other girls in the room all stood up straight, eyes locked onto his throbbing member. They all looked ready for another all-out orgy.
The sound of loud knocking came from outside, where the front door was, and the girls paused in staring at Ichigo's member to crowd his cracked window and stare outside to see who could be there.
Ichigo couldn't see past the girls, and he was admiring the view he was getting of all their booties to really want to ask them to move aside, so he reluctantly threw on his clothes, his pants feeling very tight on his boner, which was causing a very obvious bulge in his trousers.
He could not do anything about it right now, however, so he simply got dressed, put the gun in his pocket, and darted down the stairs, calling out for the person knocking to wait a minute.
When he got to the door and opened it, he found himself suddenly grabbed by the front of his shirt and lifted bodily up in the air. His legs flailed as he tried to wriggle free of his assailant's grip, but then he looked down and saw that the culprit was his boss, Ikumi Unagiya, dressed in her usual fashion and projecting an aura of nearly palpable menace as she gave him a deathly, hooded glare.
Ichigo started struggling even harder.
"Oy," Ikumi said lowly, her voice icy and venomous. "Don't think I'm gonna be letting you go so easily, Ichigo."
Ichigo bit back a whimper.
"I-I'm kind of busy today...!" he said weakly, trying to reach his hand toward the gun in his pocket.
"Ehhhh?" Ikumi growled, her eyes seeming to have a demonic light to them as they pierced him from beneath the shade of her hat. "What do you think a job is, huh? If you never come in to work, what's the point of even being hired?"
Her voice sounded like hell itself as she spoke, though it was barely even above a whisper. But Ichigo finally managed to get a hand on the gun in his pocket, and desperately pumped energy into it.
A burst of red reiryoku shot out and struck Ikumi. As soon as it struck her there was a blinding red flash. Ichigo was dropped on his ass unceremoniously, eyes shut against the bright light.
When it faded, he saw his boss, Ikumi on all fours. She was looking at him curiously, her head cocked to one side. Her hat and goggles had fallen off, and Ichigo could see that there were now two cute black cat ears poking out from her head. Additionally, a long black tail was poking up out from the back of her jeans.
"... meow?" Ikumi said in a cutely confused tone, curiously sniffing at the bulge in Ichigo's pants. "Is this... master's smell...?" she whispered uncertainly.
Ichigo felt his penis twinge and grow even harder, straining against the fabric of his pants. The bulge grew larger, softly smacking Ikumi on the cheek.
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