A/N: I know some people are mad about Kon but I think you're forgetting something. This is a pure smut and half of it was commissioned in the past. Don't take it so seriously and just have a happy wank. Don't give me comments that I've ruined the story when it's all about smut ಠ︵ಠ
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Chizuru Honsho was a very happy camper as she lovingly attended to her princess's bosom. Her lips were pressed against the aereola of Orihime's left tit as she licked and sucked on the nipple, and her hands massaged the rest of the breast.
Next to her, the tomboyish Tatsuki Arisawa was doing likewise, face red as she moaned surprisingly cutely at the forbidden pleasure of servicing her best friend. She was buck naked, and her skin was flushed and covered with sweat.
Standing behind and leaning over the two of them was Rukia Kuchiki, whose lips were locked with Orihime's in a passionate kiss. Their tongues wrestled back and forth, neither one quite seeking to dominate the other, but nor either one wishing to submit. Those two, Orihime and Rukia, were, in the somewhat nebulous hierarchy of those enslaved by Ichigo, indisputably at the top of the ladder, beneath only Ichigo himself.
Orihime moaned as she forcefully ground her ass into the face of Nozomi Kujo, finding herself rather greatly enjoying this. Senna was on all fours licking her pussy and playing with Nozomi's breasts, and Mahana was squeezing and rubbing her Eiken-grade tits against Orihime's back, moaning lewdly.
Rukia, meanwhile, whined softly as she felt Karin and Yuzu licking and fingering her pussy while Ururu shyly kneaded her buttocks and licked her anus. Matsumoto was pressing herself against Rukia's back and playing with her fellow lieutenant's small breasts.
The day was slowly, gradually fading into dusk as these girls writhed in a sweaty, sensual mass of female flesh, but they showed no sign of stopping any time soon. They were aroused beyond control, and with Orihime being able to heal any weariness by "rejecting" their exhaustion, there was nothing short of immediate, life-threatening danger that could make them stop.
And so they kept right on going well into the night.
Meanwhile, as the girls at the Kurosaki house had their fun with each other while their master was away, Ichigo himself was coming inside Mashiro's raw, abused ass for the fifth time in an hour.
Ichigo groaned as he finally pulled out of Mashiro's ass, his seed spilling out of the torn up hole and caking Mashiro's crack and buttocks. The girl moaned senselessly, tongue hanging out from her mouth, her breath coming in pants. Her eyes were glassy and misty, cheeks flushed and stained with tear tracks.
Mashiro's jumpsuit was in tatters, having been torn up partly by Ichigo's hands and partly by rubbing so much, so hard, against the rough surface of the sidewalk. Her ass, underneath all the semen, was basically one big splotchy bruise, her anus stretched out and shredded by Ichigo's massive dick.
Her kneecaps and the palms of her hands were red and raw from when she had been on all fours. Her belly was also red and scraped up, since she had been laid flat into the ground by the sheer power of Ichigo's thrusts around fifteen minutes in, but it was not as bad as her breasts, which had been pressed so hard into the cement by Ichigo's fucking that they had actually worn a groove into it, and were actually bleeding a bit in one or two spots.
Lisa, standing up from where she had been eating out an uncooperative Hiyori, went over to Mashiro and looked her over.
"You were a bit rough," she remarked casually as her hands lit up with the light green glow of healing kido and laid upon either side of Mashiro's hips as she knelt down to examine the girl's bottom. "It'll probably be hours before Mashiro returns to her senses, and I never seen her looking this beat up outside of a serious fight."
Ichigo blinked.
"Is it really that bad?" he asked, a look of mixed surprise and concern on his face.
"Well..." Lisa muttered, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose, "...it's nothing serious, but aside from the scrapes on her skin and the number you did on her rectum, there also appear to be a few hairline cracks in her coccyx and pelvis, minor bruising to the sternum, and she should probably take a morning-after pill when she wakes up."
Ichigo's eyes widened, impressed. "Wow," he said, "You really know your stuff..."
He then paused.
"Wait, what was that about a morning after pill?" he said, getting suddenly worried.
Lisa shrugged dismissively.
"It's just a precaution," she told him. "With all the semen down there, it's possible some might have gotten into her vagina. The chances are astronomically low, but itis possible to get pregnant from even just the tiniest bit of sperm managing to get in."
"Sounds like you're speaking from experience," Ichigo observed.
"When you spend fifty years working under someone like Shunsui Kyoraku, you inevitably wind up learning a thing or two," Lisa said with the slightest smirk. "My old captain wound up with quite a few bastards before he learned that lesson himself. It was before my time, of course, but he often it as a lesson on the importance of safe sex."
"I see..." Ichigo said slowly, slightly amused by that anecdote. "Do you have one for her to take when she wakes up?" he asked, not wanting to take the chance - it was one thing with Rukia, but Mashiro was another story.
"Of course," Lisa said, holding up a first aid kit (Ichigo wondered where she had been keeping it), which she popped open, revealing - among other things - packets of condoms in every size, birth control pills, morning after pills, lube, smelling salts, and antibiotic ointment.
Hiyori, seeing the morning after pills and hearing Ichigo and Lisa's talk, groaned and got up. Walking over, she took one and swallowed. Then she grabbed another, put it in the mouth of the screwed-silly Mashiro, and tilted the verdette's head back.
"Oy...!" Ichigo said, eyes wide, "Don't do that! What if she chokes?!"
Hiyori glared at Ichigo with bloodshot eyes.
"Mashiro's too stupid to die of something like choking," she said.
Ichigo sweat-dropped when he saw that Mashiro's face was turning blue.
"Hiyori," Lisa said, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. "Don't look now, but it looks like that idiot is about to choke to death."
"Ehhhh?" Hiyori said angrily, a vein bulging in her forehead as she turned to look at the purple-faced Mashiro.
She stomped a bare foot down on the other girl's naked back, cracking the sidewalk beneath her and causing the pill to fly out of Mashiro's mouth.
The verdette's eyes fluttered open.
"Oh?" she said, momentarily confused at her situation, but then she noticed the weight on her back. "Oh! Hey, Hiyori-chan!" she said with a smile, looking completely refreshed as she stood back up.
Ichigo stared in shock at Mashiro, seeing that the skin of her hands and knees and belly and breasts now looked to be completely healed. The girl did not seem to be the slightest bit sore, and did not show any sign of her previous injuries.
Ichigo scowled at Lisa.
"Geez, the way you said it, I was worried," he muttered. "But she's already good as new."
Lisa, for her part, frowned.
"Well, like I said, it wasn't anything serious," she told him, before adding, "But, still... I didn't think she would be completely recovered this quickly..."
Hiyori, who had been thrown off of Mashiro's back when the girl had jumped to her feet, was lying face-first on the ground behind Mashiro, her tight pussy and firm ass up in the air. She growled and spit a piece of gravel out of her mouth.
"Some people get all the luck," she griped, hissing as she touched a finger to the cut across her nose. She then took the finger away, and saw a bit of blood smeared on its tip.
She groaned irritably.
Lisa, meanwhile, was eying Mashiro, whose torn and tattered jumpsuit was only just barely clinging to her body, and not even covering much of anything anyways.
"Mashiro..." she said after a moment, a curious look on her face. "...is your reiatsu higher...?"
The verdette blinked, and looked at her hands.
"Huh," she said, after a second. "It does feel higher than usual, now that'cha mention it, Lisa-chin."
Lisa's eyes narrowed in thought behind her glasses, and she looked over at Hiyori. Feeling out the blonde's reiatsu, she realized that she also seemed to have a higher spiritual pressure now. The difference wasn't much, but it was there.
"I wonder..." Lisa muttered, "Could this be another effect of that gun? ...it seems possible, since it appears to work by infusing the target with your hollow reiatsu, Ichigo... and sperm already possesses a relatively high concentration of spiritual energy..."
She smiled.
"I've got it!" she declared, startling Ichigo and Mashiro (Hiyori was still face-first in the sidewalk, her bare bottom wiggling in the air as she tried to right herself). "When you use that gun on someone, Ichigo, it changes their reiatsu using the blast of hollow reiryoku as a catalyst, attuning their spiritual frequency with yours to create an artificial 'soul-bond'! They become linked to you, in a way, basically feeding off of the reiatsu contained in certain bodily substances to grow stronger... of course this works both ways, but your reiatsu is already so high that you wouldn't notice any difference unless you linked up with someone at the level of a captain..." she added under her breath.
"Huh?" Ichigo said intelligently.
"Huh?" Mashiro said, mirroring Ichigo's confusion.
Lisa shook her head.
"Your sperm, Ichigo, your sperm. Anyone placed under the effects of that gun will grow stronger whenever they come in contact with your sperm. And the closer the sperm is to the body's spiritual core, the more efficient the process," she explained.
Ichigo blinked.
"Oh."
Then Hiyori, finally getting back to her feet, promptly used flash step to grab another morning after pill and then and shoved it down Mashiro's throat, along with her fist.
Ichigo sighed as he watched the two tussle, and then he turned his attention back to Lisa, remembering that he hadn't actually hypnotized her yet. He frowned thoughtfully.
"If that's true," he said slowly, "Then... would you want me to use it on you? The gun, that is."
He wouldn't usually bother with asking, but then Lisa was already proving perfectly cooperative with him, so he didn't really see any point in hypnotizing her unless she specifically wanted him to.
Lisa smirked sexily. "No thanks, I'm fine with where I'm at," she said, before kneeling down before Ichigo and taking his semi-flaccid cock into hand. "Besides," she added, starting to stroke his member with smooth, soft hands. "It's not like you need to hypnotize me, to make me do something like this... As long as you keep things interesting, I will be glad to counted one of your love slaves... master."
Ichigo groaned as Lisa then squeezed her fingers around his meaty shaft, kneading it until his dick was once more fully hard and erect.
Lisa smirked at the look on Ichigo's face as she expertly massaged his greater sword, a bit of precum leaking from its tip.
"What a perverted expression, master" she remarked slyly, causing Ichigo to yelp as she licked up his precum, causing a bit of semen spurt onto her tongue.
She then smacked her lips, rolling the semen over her tongue as though she were testing the taste of a wine or caviar.
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