Bleach TYBW Season 2 Episode 4.5 - Ichigo x Senjumaru (Part 2)

Senjumaru spread her pussy with her fingers, showing her pretty pink cunt. Ichigo wasn't the patient type. He went in and devoured her pussy with his tongue. He wasn't supposed to be skilled but somehow through the miracle of the Soul King he knew exactly what to do. His tongue lashed on her labia, warming her most sensitive points.

The almighty woman of Squad Zero swallowed and stifled a moan. "N-not bad," she said. Her flat tone only served to encourage his tongue. He went deep inside and explored the beginnings of her inside, making sure she began to drip with fluids. She tried to hold back but this time Ichigo was the winner.

"Aah~!"

Her voice was as dazzling as her face. Her moans were like the tiny squirms of a noble lady, controlled but passionate. The oohs and aahs left her lips softly and with grace. When she finally came, there was no grand explosion. Her juices came out of her rapidly and she moaned out loud for the first time.

Ichigo, for an instant, backed away to witness her gorgeous expression.

He smirked and went back in. She tasted fantastic–perfectly sweet, tangy, and sharp. He lapped her secreting fluids like a dog thirsty for a drop of water. He was mostly moving on reflex. He didn't know much in the way of cunningless besides what he saw on the internet. Luckily, he was a quick learner.

He noticed what ticked Senjumaru off and what didn't. Sometimes, when he flicked her clit, she didn't respond as heavily. But when he rolled around it, her body tensed and quivered. She wasn't very sensitive so he had to work hard to get her to react to his whims.

But inevitably, with grit and an explorative dexterity, she reached the bliss she had been vying for again.

Her sap made his lips wet. Her legs enveloped around his head, pushing him deeper and deeper, wanting him there to taste her. Ichigo obliged and continued licking and tonguing her.

The atmosphere softened as she calmed down. Her breath was laboured and her legs dangled out in front of her.

Her brown eyes peered down at him, wanting. Back-to-back orgasms yet she wanted more. Ichigo could see it. Her foot gently set itself down and prodded his cock.

"You look ready, Ichigo Kurosaki."

He groaned as her pale white feet jerked his shaft off. "I-I am…"

Her toes went down, down, down, till they outlined the shape of his balls. "Then you have my blessings." Senjumaru spread her legs wide. She was still very much wet and despite being so small Ichigo had a feeling his cock would fit. It just had to. This woman, from her lustful eyes to her waterfall cunt, wanted him.

When he entered her, he could see the way she stretched and moaned. She had never been with a dick as big as his. He was sure of it. Ichigo eased himself slowly. Inch by inch, her figure shook and groaned.

Four, five, six inches–

"G-good," Senjumaru said, panting. "That's good…."

Fuck, he just wanted to slam right into her. Break her apart with his cock. Show her who was in charge. His primal instincts, whether they were as a male or hollow, screamed at him to fuck her brains out.

Slowly, spreading her pussylips, he ventured her cunt. So tight, so small, he felt like he hit a barrier when he was nine inches in. He prodded the small inconvenience, wondering if he should go deeper–if he should dare to thrust to complete their connection.

Seeing her writhe and moan, Ichigo decided not to. Instead, he smiled down at her and asked the gasping woman, "Just good?"

"G-great…" Senjumaru's lips parted as her lungs filled themselves desperately. "It's phenomenal…!"

He thrusted with the pace of a snail. Her walls latched onto him, the wetness pulling him deeper and deeper. Ichigo held his breath as he stared down at her twisting expression and her itty-bitty breasts. Sheathing himself to the nine inch point again, he went down and sucked on her nipples.

"T-that's right! There! Just like that! In the name of the Soul Ki–fuck! Fuck!"

Her hands went down his back, sharp nails scratching. Ichigo hardly felt it, his tongue confidently flicking her areolas while his cock warmed her cunt. As expected, she tightened. Ichigo continued to play with her breasts and her voice broke into moans.

"Kurosaki–you! You!" Senjumaru's eyes rolled back. Her core felt so fucking tight and full, she didn't know what was happening. In her hundreds of years of life, she had never experienced anything like it. It was deliberate and gentle yet excruciatingly addictive. She didn't want his cock to leave her. She didn't want his tongue to stop.

Her mind went blank. Her arms and legs went numb. The high climax she had pining for ever since he had entered flooded her systems. It was like a reboot. When her eyes opened again, she saw the good-natured smile of Ichigo Kurosaki, cocky but satisfied.

"You look happy, Ms. Senjumaru." His voice turned husky. "Now it's my turn."

His hips rolled back and he slammed into her. Clap! Clap! Clap! Flesh slapped flesh. "Think you can go faster?" Ichigo asked.

Gasping, whimpering, moaning, between these sounds of submission, Senjumaru responded. "I–ah! I–ooh~! I am…mmph! A proud member of–unh! Oh! Ooh! I am a Squad Zero Member! I will not–gah! Lose!"

Not lose? Ha, was she challenging him? Then he wasn't going to hold back.

He pulled out, slid his hands behind her back, and flipped her over. Her pale ass cheeks in front, not one bit inferior to Rukia's, he started pounding into her.

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap–!

"N-no! No! Wait! W-wait! It's too good! Way too good! W-what are you!?" Her cunt clenched down him unnaturally hard. He knew that she came. He could feel it in her walls which were getting wetter and sloppier by the minute. "I-I…I…oooh! Oh! Oh! God! Lord! T-this is–! Too much! Too much pleasure! Too deep! Too big! G-god! Just…"

"Stop?"

For an instant, he slowed down. Senjumaru's eyes practically popped out of her and she glared at him over her shoulder.

"No!" she yelled. She started to pant. She was weak and desperate. Moreover, even though he wasn't moving, most of his cock was still lodged inside her. Without the brutal pace from before, she could fully take in just how much he was stretching her out. Her words were mixed in with her laboured breathing. "N-no. Keep going! Unh…just…keep going!"

Ichigo nodded, smiling. "Understood!"

Clap!

"Ooh~!" Her back immediately arched at the first thrust. "God! That's it! That's it!" Clap! Clap! Clap! "My king! My king! You're so deep! You're fucking me so deep!"

"Where'd all your confidence go, lady?" Ichigo asked, grinning. This felt so natural to him. He wasn't someone who obsessed over porn or anything. Everything he was doing here, it was natural.

Going at it at different angles, poking sensitive spots, feeling her react in subtle ways. It all simply made sense to him. It all lined up. Her mega-tight walls weren't helping either. It was like he was sucking inside her every time he thrusted.

"Fuck…" Ichigo hissed, feeling his member throb heavily. He was nearing his timely release. His balls were going taut and his dick was starting to pulsate uncontrollably. He couldn't give up, not here, not now. He had to fuck her properly first. He had to get her to scream his name and his dick.

"Ichigo! Ichigo Kurosaki~! You…you…! Mmmph! Gahh! Oooh~! Ooh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Two, three, four back-to-back orgasms, all caused by his timely kisses to her womb. Ichigo was like an omniscient king when it came to Senjumaru's weak points. It was like he knew where to fuck and when to do it–on top of already having a ridiculously big dick that filled her up.

"G-god! In the name–how are you so deep! So full!" Senjumaru's tongue flopped out. She couldn't believe it herself. She was losing it. She was losing to a human Shinigami. She was losing her composure. She was losing her intelligence to her base instincts. "My cunt! How are you–! You make it so full! It's so good! It's amazing!"

Ichigo's fingers were sinking into her ass, holding onto her as he plowed her.

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap–!

But his own thoughts were rather morbid compared to his actions. He was a virgin, after all. She pull out? Stay inside? He didn't know, so he just kept going. He just kept pounding this woman that clearly needed it.

"I-I-Ichigo! Ichigo! Keep going! Keep fucking me! Yes, yes! Just like that! Just like that! I'm cumming!" Her back arched. Her hips started to meet his pelvis. A proper rhythm started to get going. "I'm cumming again! And again! A-and…mmph! Ooh~!"

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap–!

Faster, faster. Harder, harder. The velvety sensation of her pussy was wonderful. He decided he couldn't pull out. He couldn't leave her oven half-baked. He was going to see things through and creampie her.

"Fuck it," Ichigo muttered. "I'm so close." Clap! Clap! Clap! Senjumaru moaned in response. "I'm going to cum inside you! Is that okay!?"

Consent. He had to secure that before anything–

"Yes!" Senjumaru screamed from the top of her lungs. "Do it, Ichigo Kurosaki! I've never been fucked like this before! Never! Mmmph! Just…do it…or else–!" Was she trying to regain her pride? Her sense of self? Nope. Ichigo fucked her harder. "You're going to make me pass out with pleasure!!!"

"I know." Ichigo smirked.

When he came, he came hard. A nasty amount of his seed invaded her womb and he couldn't help but release every bit of it. There was no mercy. There was no pulling out halfway through. His pelvis was pressed to her rear and his balls let themselves loose.

Clench, clench, clench.

Ichigo groaned. Fuck, how long had it been since he came like this? Ever since he got his powers back, his loads had increased. Did Spiritual Pressure affect sperm count?

"Oooooh~! Yes! Inside! Fill me up! Fill meee upppp!"

Who fucking cared? Senjumaru certainly didn't. She was howling to the moon. Ichigo, panting, finally extracted his cock from his fresh conquest. Parting from her thoroughly fucked cunt was his thick, viscous seed. It was like a nice, slow goo draining from her.

The once proud Senjumaru was gone. Her ass was raised high, her complexion was shining in sweat, and her face was down low and swirling. Her eyes were barely cognizant.

"Haa…haaa…." A moan left her lips. "Kurosaki…the…king…"

He slapped his cock on top of her booty, letting it droop down her back as it relaxed. He wasn't satisfied, far from it, his balls still aching with want, but post-nut clarity was like a soothing drug. He couldn't help but bask in the glory of his achievement.

"I guess the blade really was me."