NaClO (By invitation, otherwise CLOSED)

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Amaya's heart leaped when Isamu leaped into existence behind Aizen, that massive hammer swinging in a powerful arc for the treacherous captain's midsection. They wouldn't be able to take him down, of course, but they might be able to delay all three of them - since the other two didn't seem to be doing anything, just waiting on Aizen - long enough for the swelling tidal wave of reiatsu she felt coming this way to arrive.

The hammer connected, and there was the sound of impact, dust blowing up in a cloud, and when it cleared . . . Aizen was standing tall, the head of the hammer against his side as though it were just resting. One of his hands was on the haft of the weapon, and he grabbed it and swung forward and down, flinging Isamu as well as the hammer away and towards Amaya. "I repeat, how could you hinder me, in any way? You can't even pull up enough pressure to do more than that."

Amaya's heart made her strain to see how Isamu had fared from the blow - he had looked so injured already! - but her training kept her eyes on the three men in front of her. "Well, apparently, you can't shut up about how amazing you are, so I'm hindering you that way, at least," she snarked, praying that someone, anyone, would get here fast. "I've never been very good at giving up fights, even when I can't win anyway, Sosuke. So, let's see if your will is stronger than my luck!"

She lifted her guan dao and surged forward, twirling it in a way that she knew would make it both hard to follow and put it into a proper position for a strike that would hit more or less at his neck. She kept moving, even when she heard him say lazily, "Kaname, please."

"Hado no 54, Haien," she heard the blind man say, one hand flinging out toward her. And in the second that a glowing nimbus of purple flame headed for her, her could feel her foot hit something hand and square and slick. She had stepped on one of the broken pieces of Zabimaru, and her foot went out from under her before she could stop it. She fell backward, the spell sailing a foot over her tumbling form. Amaya also felt the piece of sharp metal fly out from under her foot, and heard the clang as Aizen blocked it from hitting his head with his sword.

There was a moment afterward where she lay there, helpless and wondering exactly what had happened. She pushed her upper body up, looking at them. Aizen shook his head. "I'm tired of having to deal with these gnats. It's time to finish what I came here to do." He reached down and grabbed Rukia's robe again, lifting her into the air. "As I said, I do have an alternate method of removing what you have inside you."

His voice turn conversational. "When I found you in the world of the living, the first thing I did was go and slaughter Central 46. In order to make it look like they were still alive, one of the three of us was there the whole time - to make sure you would be arrested, I sent Squad 6. I ordered the return and destruction of your gigai. To ensure the evaporation of your soul . . . well, you know." He gestured to the broken framework of the Soukyoku. "When a foreign object has been inserted into a soul, there are only two ways to remove it. The first is to use a powerful thermal forse to evaporate the soul from around it. The other is to use another method that breaks down the soul's cohesion, and allows the two to separate."

Amaya struggled to her knees, and could see Isamu doing the same, as Aizen used his free hand to reach into his uniform and pull out what looked like a small purple tube. "When you execution failed, I had to find that other method." He clicked the end of it, and the whirling storm of spiritual pressure started around him and Rukia. "That brings us back to Central 46. They had all of Kisuke Urahara's research - and since he was the one who figured out how to implant something into a soul, I figured that there would be the key to extracting it as well." A small, pleased smile passed over his face. "There was."

What looked like arm-thick spears of bamboo burst up from the ground surrounding the two. "Yes," he said in a pleased tone, holding his free arm up, bent at the elbow. "This is that answer." The arm he held up turned the same dark green as the spears around them, the fingers pointing into claws. Even as he let Rukia drop with one hand, the green hand slammed forward with immense force, plunging deep into her chest with a sickening sound.

"No!" Amaya yelled, and could hear matching screams from the rest of the people on the hill. A violent storm of pink lightening spread from one spear of bamboo-looking material to another until they were sheltered by it, then exploded. Aizen's hand, as the air cleared, came out of the slender girl's chest, clutching in two fingers what looked like a small, lavender crystal with a black set in the center. Rukia fell to the ground, the gaping hole in her chest not bleeding, but simply looking like a portal to another dimension.

Aizen stared at the crystal. "How fascinating. I didn't expect the Hogyoku to be so small." The hole in Rukia's chest slowly sealed again, leaving not even a mark to show that her soul had been violated by force. "And no permanent damage to the soul, either. What an astounding technique." He bent down, picking her up by the penitent's collar she still wore. "Too bad, but," Amaya gathered herself, trying to think if she'd have the strength to try and move again - she wasn't sure but she thought she'd sprained an ankle when she fell - "I no longer have a use for you."

He turned to one side, holding her out at arm's length. "Kill her, Gin."

The silver-haired man turned to face the two, his smile still in place. "Well, if I must." He drew his sword, aimed it at the tiny woman dangling in the air. "Shoot to kill, Shinso."

The blade flew forward, its motion too fast to see for most people. Everything seemed to freeze, even as Amaya and Isamu and Ichigo all struggled to move, to do something. The blade sailed directly towards Rukia's neck.

The hilltop was silent save for the sound of blood dripping onto the ground, from where it was sunk deep into the should of Byakuya Kuchiki. He was crouched there, Rukia cradled to his other side gently, Ichimaru's blade deep in his right shoulder and still spattered with blood from his fight with Ichigo.

Rukia looked up at him with wide eyes. "N-nii-sama? Why would you . . . why would you save me?" The blade withdrew, and he slumped to his knees, still holding the raven-haired girl tight to him protectively.

 

[Armphid]

Isamu growled low in his chest. God, his body hurt. His muscles burned and ached and cried out starved for blood; he'd lost so much. His body said stop, begged him to stay down and try to hold onto life. His spirit cried back, "Never." Though it was barely a whisper as it escaped his swollen, split lips he heard Amaya gasp next to him and knew she'd heard.

He wrenched himself to his feet, biting back a scream as fibers caught and tore inside him; pushed to their limit. Aizen was striding casually towards the now helpless Rukia, Byakura still held her in his protective grasp but the man had nothing left. Isamu knew the feeling. He heard Amaya scrambling to her feet as well, whether to join his attack or stop him he wasn't sure.

But before he do more than take a single tortured step, a shadow fell over the battlefield. The eyes of all those present turned upward to see a gigantic figure, even more massive in stature that Komamura plummeting towards Aizen from on high. Jidanbo Ikkanzaka; the gate guard defeated by the ryoka, dismembered by Ichimaru, looked heartier and stronger than ever. Rising on one of his shoulders was a much smaller, normal sized figure. Her red robe was tiny and barely held her in; particularly her huge breasts, larger even than Amaya or Rangiku's, though perhaps as a concession to modesty or for protection, she had donned a cloak that billowed out behind her as she rode the giant down to battle.

"Bones of beasts scattered far and wide," called out a clear and bold feminine voice, "Steepled crimson crystals, scale wheels, wind in action! And the sky at rest! The sound of flying arrows! Hadou 63! Raikohou!" A flash of yellow burst from Kukaku Shiba's hand and a massive pillar of lightning shot down to block Aizen's path.

Several pairs of running feet came to a halt, Orihime and Ishida having emerged from hiding as Chad and Ganju returned to the hill. Ganju gaped, "Ne-nee-san!"

"And Jidanbo-san," Orihime cried.

There was a blur of motion as the leader of the traitors put a hand to his sword hilt and then there were two women against him; tiny Soi Fon hung on his left and her bare sword was pressed to his neck. A dark skinned woman of tremendous beauty with a mane of wild purple hair that Isamu'd never seen before was at his right with a length of spirit enhanced cloth wrapping around Aizen's hand and sword, binding them in place. He seemed nonplussed, "This is another face I haven't seen in a long time. Hisashiburi."

"Don't do it," the woman warned. "Move a muscle-"

"And we'll cut your head right off," Soi Fon finished the sentence.

"Yes, I can see that," his response was a verbal eye roll; dismissive and annoyed.

The giant landed far more lightly than a being of his mass should ever have been able to. "Oi, Yoruichi!" Top heavy Kukaku waved her lone arm, "I had a little free time and felt like taking a walk."

Before the purple haired woman, whom he assumed the cat must be named for, could answer, Isamu interjected, "Nice to see you finally getting off your ass, Kukaku Shiba."

She glared at him, "You! That mouthy shinigami. I'd kick your ass but it looks like somebody beat me to it."

The wind from the attack and Jidanbo touching down and sent more dust and small rocks flying. "My, that was flashy," Ichimaru drawled. "What should I do now, hmm?" He reached up to deflect a rock away and in that instant his arm was grabbed and a sword was put against his neck.

Rangiku Matsumoto's eyes were hard and hurt, "You shouldn't even more," she said. Her voice nor her blade wavered. This was Gin but that was Hitsugaya-taichou she'd left down there and he was part of it! At the same time, spike haired and wickedly tattooed Hisagi was beside Tousen; the dark skinned man not even flinching as his subordinate's blade caressed his flesh just enough for the threat to be plain.

Ichimaru made a "what can you do" gesture with his upheld hand, "Gomen, Aizen-taichou, I got caught." Aizen glanced over at his ally and made a thoughtful sound that was profoundly skeptical.

"It's over," Yoruichi said.

Aizen said nothing for a moment and then moved his eyes to look down at the shorter woman, "Did you say something?" Shadows began to zip over the battlefield as the rush of spiritual pressures Amaya had felt approaching finally reached them.

"Don't you understand? There is no place left for you to hide, no place to escape. They've all seen you now." The lush woman's voice was full of both anger and satisfaction and Isamu wondered again who she was. As well as having the feeling she'd somehow known the truth about Aizen for a lot longer than anyone else. Nice of her to have fucking shared.

The hill side was full of shinigami now; all around the three traitors. White haired Ukitake's face was appalled and resolute and Kyouraku was beside him, his hat pulled down to make his expression unreadable. Nanao Ise stood behind them with contempt on her elegant features. Bulky Omaeda was crouched beside Ukitake; his wounds still apparent but finally having freed himself from Amaya's layers of binding spells.

Yakuza styled Tetsuzaemon Iba knelt beside the fallen but slowly stirring form of Komamura. Behind them was the calm looking Yamamoto, hands perched on his walking stick in a show of deceptive placidity. Sasakibe was by his side, barely up and openly leaning on his sheathed sword to hold himself on his feet. Kira was paler than usual and his face stricken as he looked on his captain held captive and tall, statuesque Isane Koutetsu was by his side and her face was stern. Doll-like Nemu Kurotsuchi stepped softly out of the shadow of Jidanbo, her arrival unnoticed until that point.

"It's over," Yoruichi said again. Aizen just smiled and let out a low chuckle. Her golden eyes narrowed, "What's so funny now? You're caught."

"I'm sorry to do this but the time has come." His smile grew a fraction of an inch.

Yoruichi gasped and cried out, "Everyone, get away from them, now!" Her voice rang with command and even those who had no idea who she was did as she ordered; releasing their captives and leaping back.

At the same moment, the sky overhead was torn open. One, three, seven, a dozen, more empty, hungry, Hollow howls wailed out over the heart of the Seireitei. An oval rip in the sky showed black and grey behind it and out along the edges more than a dozen Gillian Menos Grande heaved themselves partly out of the rip in everything to pollute the sanctity of the realm with their very presence.

"Gillians!" Omaeda gaped, his jaw open, "How many are there?"

"Behind them!" Hisagi's voice was shaken, "There's something else! Something bigger."

There was something behind the massed Gillians; something whose form was so massive and warped that no one regretted that they could not see it more clearly. The only thing that could be seen of it was a large open eye that blazed purple. Three square columns of translucent yellow energy fired down and each engulfed one of the traitor captains. The ground beneath them cracked and broke and they began to rise up into the air inside the beams.

"Oh, that was a disappointment." Ichimaru lowered his hand and shrugged, "I'd have been content to be your prisoner a while longer." He looked back and for once, was not smiling. "So long, Rangiku. Maybe next time."

"You don't just get to run away," Iba had started to rush forward, Isamu trying to do likewise.

"STOP!" Yamamoto's voice was that of God and all halted at his word, no matter what they had been doing. "That light is a tool of the Menos called "Negacion" and it is used to rescue their allies. It is an isolated world inside the beam; those within it and without cannot interact. As soon as that light touched him, Aizen Sousuke was beyond our reach."

"GraaaH!" Stone shattered under a frustrated blow from Komamura. The enormous wolfman had managed to pull up to his knees, the other hand supporting him. "Tousen! Tell me why! You once told me why you became a shinigami, your friend you died, your search for justice! Where is your justice now? I don't see it!"

Tousen's unseeing eyes looked down. "I thought I made it clear. These blind eyes see only one path; that of least bloodshed. That is the path of justice and the sole path that I follow."

Ukitake had stepped up the beam Aizen was in. "Aizen, you've joined with the Menos. Why do such a thing?"

The gentle looking captain looked down through his glasses. "I must keep reaching higher."

The rebuke in the senior captain's eyes and voice was clear. "Have you fallen that low?"

"Such arrogance." Aizen's voice had begun to lose the calm, gentle quality he always used. "From the beginning, no one has ever stood at the top. Not you, not I, not even God. But soon that unattainable vacancy of supremacy will be filled." He swept a hand back through his hair, transforming it from a comfortable and friendly style to backswept wave and the other pulled his glasses from his face and then shattered them between two fingers. "I alone will stand at the top." He turned his back to them all, looking down over his shoulder disdainfully. "Goodbye, shinigami. And goodbye, ryoka boy. For a human, you were interesting."

The three rebels withdrew beyond sight and the Menos howled again in welcome or in triumph and then the hole in the sky slammed shut and the line of it faded, in mere moments, as if it never had been.

The assembled shinigami and ryoka were silent. Only the wind made any noise as it whistled over and around them on the high peak. "Well...shit," Isamu said.

 

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"An apt summary," Ukitake muttered, shaking his head before he headed over to where Rukia and Byakya were sprawled on the ground. The dark-haired captain was bleeding profusely, and he was looking at Rukia with a complicated mix of emotions on his face.

Amaya straightened up, brushing herself off as she turned to where she had left Uryuu and Orihime. "Inoue-san, I think . . . ." the gust of wind as the girl ran past her stirred dust and Amaya's tattered uniform. "Well. Apparently, you already know," she murmured, watching as the busty girl knelt down beside Ichigo and spread whatever that strange light was over him again.

There was a confused rush of bodies and voices on the top of the hill now, people unsure of what to do, and running to and fro. Amaya was tempted to bellow for order, but remembered in time that there were quite a few people here who outranked her. Instead, she sidled over the Isane, who was pulling out an assortment of healing tools as she looked over Komamura's wounds. "Isane-san," she whispered.

"Not now, Amaya-chan. Komamura-taicho's lost a lot of blood," came the distracted response.

Her tone patient, Amaya replied, "Yes, I know. So has Kuchiki-taicho. And Isamu-kun. And Renji-kun." She gestured around the field. "I know that Unohana-taicho is probably busy with Hitsugaya-taicho's wounds, but wouldn't it be better if we got some more of your squad here to help?"

Isane's head came up as the other vice-captain spoke. She looked around, taking in the carnage - her gaze paused for a moment when she saw what Orihime was doing - and she nodded sharply. "You're right - I can't do it all alone in time." Her eyes looked into Amaya's. "Please, Amaya-chan, go tell Iemura-san that we need all hands here, right now."

Amaya grinned at her and darted off, using shunpo to follow the fastest course to Sqaud 4. She stopped halfway, seeing a group of healers - including Iemura-san - making their way to the hill. Landing, she saluted briefly. "Gomen, Iemura-san, but Kotetsu-fukutaicho needs you to hurry. There are two wounded captains, two wounded vice-captains, and a wounded third seat that need immediate healing."

The blond man blinked at her for a moment. "What? But we were . . ." he trailed off. "All right, Kuragari-fukutaicho." He turned to look at the people there. "You, you, and you - keep on the course we're on in case there's anyone left on the streets. Everyone else, follow Kuragari-fukutaicho. I'm on whichever captain Isane-fukutaicho isn't healing."

Giving him a small smile, Amaya flashed ahead, trusting them to follow her. When she landed, the healers dropped down behind her, a few faces blanching at the carnage. Iemura-san headed directly over to where Byakuya was stretched out, muttering to Rukia in a low tone. By the look on the girl's face, whatever he was saying was moving. Two Squad Four members went to Renji, who was staring up at the sky, his face full of pain and loss; two others went to Sasakibe, the older man resisting their ministrations and urging to lie down until Yamamoto turned and muttered a command to him.

Amaya barely noticed that, as she went with two more of the healers to Isamu's side. "Ara! Isamu-kun," she whispered, taking his hand. "What did you do? You and Sasakibe-san both look so battered." It was funny - she could actually feel the healing kido spreading through his body, feel the moment when his muscles stopped spasming from lack of blood as the power calmed the soul.

He smiled weakly up at her. "Old man has a pretty mean bankai, that's all." He winced as one of the healers jerked at the word 'bankai'. "Hey, you've heard the rumors, we all have. They're true - I was pretty sure I wasn't going to make it out." He squeezed her hand. "Glad I did, though."

She gave him a smile that was a little watery. "Baka, you're lucky you did! I'd have killed you if you died."

Isamu gave her a wry grin. "I don't doubt you'd manage it some how." He looked around a little. "Hey, I thought . . . well, everyone's here. Should we be . . . you know?" It cost him to say it, but this would be a bad time for all of their options to close up because of stupid, Japanese ideas about relationships.

"There's too much happening for anyone to care," she retorted. Her hand tightened around his for a moment. "Besides, it might not matter - we're still traitors, we still attacked members of the Gotei 13, and aided ryoka. There's still a 50% chance we get executed or jailed for today."

Having assured himself that Rukia was all right, Ukitake made his way over to the two of them, his eyes concerned. "Amaya-san, good to see you made it out without too much harm," he said, smiling at her. She let go of Isamu's hand and stood up, shifting to take the weight off of her ankle. He looked down at Isamu and shook his head. "You, though, Isamu-san, look terrible. Who did you wind up fighting?"

"Sasakibe-fukutaicho," he said, coughing up a little blood. "Hits harder than he looks like he can."

Ukitake gave him a startled look, then turned to look at the vice-captain of Squad One. "Huh. You managed to go nose to nose with him. Did he . . . show you his bankai? He swore he wouldn't until . . . ."

"Yeah, til he mastered it." Isamu nodded. "Apparently, I pushed him hard enough that he had to." His wounds were bleeding far less, and even the burn marks looked less livid as the healers applied a salve to them. "Only thing that saved me was Isane-san's message - it startled him so much his bankai shattered. Remind me to thank her."

The healer that had been on his right snorted. "You'll have plenty of time to remember, Takeuchi-san. You're going to be in the infirmary for a while." The two healers stood up and gestured with a small piece of cloth in their hands. It extended almost impossibly long and wrapped around him, tightly enough that he wouldn't be jostled. "Now, we're going to take you back to the infirmary, and you'll have a nice tonic and go to sleep, let your body do some of the healing for you."

Amaya looked around, and Ukitake, obligingly sensing what she was planning, shifted to block the two of them from side with his haori for a moment. The pink-haired girl leaned over and kissed Isamu deeply. "Heal, dearest," she whispered, "I'll visit you soon." She straightened up and looked around the hill, a grim little smile spreading on her face. "I'll be visiting a lot of people in the infirmary soon."

~ ~ ~ ~​

In the few days that followed, a general amnesty was declared. In light of all that had happened, there was really nothing else that could be done. The Gotei 13 had lost three captains to treachery, one to violence, and three more were in the hospital. They couldn't afford to lose more personnel. There was no reason to continue punishments against the ryoka, who as it turned out had been doing the right thing all along.

Captain Commander Yamamoto, reluctantly, issued an edict granting pardon to all those who would have otherwise been considered traitors, declaring the criminal status of Aizen, Ichimaru, and Tousen, pardoning the ryoka, and granting Ichigo Kurosaki the position of Substitute Shinigami. Rukia was declared cleared of all charges, and sent to recuperate in the infirmary as well.

~ ~ ~ ~​

Amaya walked into Isamu's room in Squad Four and stopped dead. "Isamu-kun, I don't think that counts as 'gentle' activity."

He looked over at her, his war hammer held in both hands over his head. "What? It's practially weightless to me, you know that." But he sealed his sword again and put it back into the sheath that lay on the windowsill. "I'm glad to see you, beautiful."

She went over and hugged him, the fistful of bouquets in her hand crinkling behind his back. "I'm pretty glad to see you too, handsome." Amaya sat down on the edge of the bed. "I'm even more glad that you're feeling better - maybe they'll let you out soon." The flowers were laid across the small table nearby, and she rested her hands in her lap.

"Maybe." He came over and sat next to her, wrapping his arms around her. "I certainly know one way to test if I'm back to 100% yet," he whispered in her ear.

Laughing lightly, she kissed his cheek. "That absolutely doesn't count as gentle activity. But I like the idea. Maybe we can ask Isane-san if she thinks we should test your recovery that way."

He laughed as well, hugging her more tightly. "She might agree." He looked at the bunch of greenery with one curious glance. "Who are those for? All for me?"

"No," she said, resting her head on his shoulder for a moment. "I brought one for Rukia-chan, and one for Kurosaki-san, and one for Renji-kun, and one for Hitsugaya-taicho." He looked at the stack of flowers, and then back at her. There were six bouquets, and she'd named four people. "And one for you, of course," she said. He looked at her again, steadily, and she blushed.

Isamu's eyes narrowed. "Unless you're bringing flowers to someone you don't know that well, I can guess." He didn't move his arms, but she could feel him shifting to get a better look at her. "Why are you bringing him flowers?"

She looked down at her hands on his. "He . . . threw himself on a blade for her. Maybe I . . . judged too harshly."

He snorted. "I don't think so - but," he said, hugging her tightly to him again, "you're smarter than me. I don't like the man, but if you feel like giving him a second chance, that's your right."

~ ~ ~ ~​

The flowers were set in a nice, if simple, vase, and the silence in the room was deafening. The man on the bed was studying Amaya with a curious expression. She bowed slightly, and looked at him, making steady eye contact. "Things are sometimes said in the heat of a moment that are regretted at leisure," he said finally. "I have . . . said things that I would take back, were it possible. I would be glad to renew our arrangement." There was a pause, and Byakuya Kuchiki raised one hand to the bandages that wrapped most of his body. "At a later date, of course."

A small smile flickered over her face. "Of course. I would hardly expect anyone to be interested in anything other than rest in your condition."

She started to stand up, and he reached out, touching her hand. "Wait." The next word came slowly, almost painfully. "Please."

Amaya stopped, one eyebrow raised. "Hai, Kuchiki-dono?"

"I would value your company for a while, if you do not have any other immediate duties."

She settled back to where she had been. "Of course. I would be able to spare some time now."

 

[Armphid]

She was with that man, he could feel it. Not the usual suspicion and doubt that a man might have about his lady love; he could sense her spiritual pressure in the same room as Byakuya Kuchiki until she left at the end of visiting hours. For longer than she'd visited him today, a small, nasty voice in the back of his mind noticed.

Isamu hated it. And he hated that he hated it. It wasn't anything. She told him that. She loved him. And he knew that.

But she'd gone to see him. And she'd go back to him. He'd want her back as his mistress because what man wouldn't? And she'd go. She liked him, though he'd never understand it. Things had changed too. The powerful, wealthy, high ranked,classically handsome man was now also sensitive and complex. He'd fought to make sure Rukia died out of some obscure Japanese bullshit notion but then he'd come back and taken a mortal blow for her. He was certain that every Japanese woman, which meant every woman he knew, that had been within a square mile of the event had ovulated. His duty forced him to act against his heart but then he acted anyway! Oh, the rapture!

Fuck. How could he ever compare to that? With his barking, his pointless rhetoric, his big talk and his lack of results? His losing.

That wasn't helping his mood. He lost again. He always lost when it mattered. Against Mitsukake...well, that might be considered a draw but he'd still been laid up afterwards. Against Spearfinger. Against Kenpachi Zaraki. Against Sasakibe. That was another thing that made Byakuya Kuchiki superior to him; he won. He'd only lost to Kurosaki. Kurosaki who came out of nowhere and also won, won against impossible odds. He went up against high odds and failed each time.

He was so jealous of Byakuya, feared losing Amaya to him, hated his arrogance and his social Darwinistic bullshit, but...fuck if Byakuya wasn't right. He was better, the better man, in every way. Was he a better lover? Bigger there?

"Fuck, stop thinking, you idiot," he muttered. His mind ignored the order and kept turning the ugly thoughts over and around.

Isamu knew himself well enough to know how temperamental he was. When he felt something, he felt it big, and insecurity, frustration, jealousy, despair, all the dark things bouncing around the inside of his skull were no exception. He knew it wasn't as bad as he was making it out. But...wasn't it? Nothing he was thinking, nothing he was saying to himself was untrue.

The half breed sat up in his hospital bed. It was dark out now and moon was rising. He looked at his reflection in the window for a few moments. "...gaijin mongrel," he growled.

That was it, he had to get out of here. Sitting in the dark, healing more wounds he'd gotten from not being strong enough, it was too much. Isamu rose swiftly and quietly, slipping out of the thin hospital robe and into the clean uniform that had been brought for his eventual discharge. He was careful not to dislodge or loosen any of his bandages or dressings. He slid his sword into his sash and felt another surge of frustration. Renji had beaten him to bankai. That kid Kurosaki had achieved it in just days. He was still who knew how far away. Probably further than ever now. No sword spirit would ever submit to a barking cur of a wolf who always lost.

He slid the window open and was out and gone. He tamped down his spiritual pressure; not wanting anyone to notice or come looking for him. He wanted solitude. Someone would find him gone in the morning and he'd be easily enough found then, scolded, and put back in that room. God, he hated that infirmary room. Until then he needed out, he needed air.

The fastest but stealthiest flash steps he could manage brought him back to Soukyouku Hill. Isamu paused after touching down, breathing heavily. Just from that? No wonder he couldn't harm Aizen. Hadn't even disturbed his haori. His eyes found the spot and he stared at it as he leaned over, hands on his knees, breathing in deep breaths to catch his wind. He'd put all he had left into that blow and...nothing. A perfect display of his impotent rage. Of his whole time here. Noise and drama with no real result or consequence.

Isamu straightened and walked up the hill towards the broken stand. It loomed in the darkness; little of the light from the Seireitei below making it up here. He paused at the base and looked up at it. The Kurosaki kid had broken it with a single blow. Could he have? Could he now?

He was tempted to try. But what would be the point? In his condition, he'd just hurt himself more, maybe have it drain out all the remaining spiritual energy he had left and wouldn't that be a useless way to die? "Or are you just not brave enough and that's your excuse?" There was no one to speak to and no one to answer but there was no need.

The half breed shinigami sat down and leaned back against one of the huge upright spars. Oddly comfortable, really. He felt rather selfish and wretched on top of it all. Rukia was alive. They weren't traitors. A truly evil man was dead and a terrible threat was exposed, which meant they had a chance to do something about it. All of that was good. Why couldn't he be happy with that?

The night air was cool and crisp and felt sharp in his nose and his lungs. That was good. The moon and stars were bright and distant and cold and offered no answers but that was fine too. He wasn't sure he wanted them or that there even were any.

Isamu sat there some time, perhaps a full hour, before he pulled his sword from his sash and laid it across his knees. He laid a hand on the hilt. "I'm sorry. I embarrassed us with my showing. But I'm tired of that. Tired of ending up in the God damn infirmary. I will be strong enough. For once, I'll be strong enough."

He'd resume training tomorrow. And he'd find Yoruichi Shihoiin. Three days to be stronger than Byakuya Kuchiki...Kurosaki had done it. Could he? Would she even give him the chance? Only one way to know.

 

[HookerBoots]

Isamu was almost dozing against the sturdy spar, thinking, trying to decide how best to approach Yoruichi to persuade her to give him the training he wanted - needed. But his eyes opened all the way as he felt a sudden, heavy spiritual pressure coming toward him. He almost started to struggle to his feet, but gave it up - he would barely be able to stand by the time she got here, let alone get away. Another failure, another not-good-enough.

Unohana landed on the hill, facing him, her face illuminated by the moonlight as she looked down at him. "You shouldn't be out here," she said softly, her eyes luminous. Her braid swayed as she knelt down, still looking at him with those mild, calm eyes that seemed to see straight into his heart. "What is chewing at you, Isamu-san?"

He just stared for a moment, surprised. "I . . . it's foolish. I shouldn't burden you with my petty troubles, Unohana-taicho. You have bigger things to worry about." Isamu shifted, his arms tightening around himself in a defensive posture.

She tipped her head to one side as she looked at him. "I believe I can guess what it is, really. But you will feel better if you share it." Her slight smile became a little sassy. "Besides, as the healer in charge of your recuperation, I assure you that this sort of therapy can help."

It was clear she wasn't going to give in. He sighed, leaning his head back against the wood. "Very well." And he told her about his feelings of failure, losing over and over and over again until there was nothing left.

When he finished, and she simply looked at him for a long moment, Isamu sighed again. Should have known he couldn't keep anything from her. And then he told her about the rest of it, the feelings of inferiority, the certainty that someday Amaya would realize what a poor choice he was, that because of all of his many flaws, his damnable weakness and constant failure, she would leave him to be with a man that he despised and envied.

When he had poured his troubles out like water from a pitcher, she nodded. "Very well. If you would be willing to hear my opinions on what you have told me?"

He snorted. "Like I have a choice?" Then he flushed. "Gomen nasai, Unohana-taicho. I would be pleased to hear your thoughts however. Your opinion is one I hold in high regard."

Her lips quirked. "You are hurting, and it makes things seem worse than they are. Kuchiki-taicho has no chance of taking Kuragari-san away from you, even were he so inclined. Her heart belongs to you, and having heard some of the things he has said, Kuchiki-taicho is still holding closely to the memory of his wife." She smiled broadly. "Also, you are in no way his inferior, save that he has had more time to train. Someday, you will equal him, better him." One hand reached out and her fingers pressed against the bandages over his chest. "Because you believe in and fight for things with your whole heart. You always have. He . . . is struggling against what he thinks is right and what his heart knows."

There was a warmth that spread through his chest at her touch and her words that he hadn't expected to feel. Maybe she was right. "But that doesn't . . . I failed, so many times today, and . . . it's everything. That's what my time here has been, failure."

She shook her head. "We all failed, Isamu-san." Her eyes went distant, and she shifted until she was sitting against the wooden spar next to him. "I most of all, really." Unohana pulled her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. "I had the sword in front of me for whole days - analyzing every way I could, everything I could think of. And got nothing. Hinamori-san worked with him daily, and knew nothing. All the captains - every one of us - worked with him regularly, and suspected nothing."

"That's not-"

One hand slashed out through the air, drawing a line. "It is. We failed, we failed in our duty in every way. If I had been more prepared, more sure, I could have kept Hitsugaya-taicho from being hurt, kept Abarai-san and Kurosaki-san from being hurt." Her face was a mask made from marble, carved in sadness. "How many lives were lost, because I did not figure out the answer sooner?" One tear made its way down her cheek, and she looked at him as though nothing were out of the ordinary. "But you, Isamu-san. You knew - you asked me that day why we were studying a sword, and I should have known then."

His face was puzzled. "What? What do you mean?"

"What you saw and what I saw were not the same. I thought I had the dead body of Sosuke Aizen on my table. You walked in and saw his zanpakuto." She wiped the tear from her eye. "You were not taken in by his sword's power, even though the rest of us were. You gave me the key to open the door." She leaned back again, resting her head against the lumber. "Thank you for that, at least. It certainly saved Hinamori-san's life."

~ ~ ~ ~​

Amaya sat down on Isamu's hospital bed, trying not to wake him. He looked so peaceful, so relaxed when he slept. She had brought more flowers again, and wanted to say good morning before she went to visit her other targets today. But Isamu was sound asleep, and all she wanted to do was curl up next to him.

Instead she leaned forward and kissed his forehead lightly before slipping off the bed. "Mmmm," he murmured, and she paused as his eyes fluttered open. "I'd hoped for more than that before you left, gorgeous."

She laughed and sat down again. "Well, you looked so handsome and peaceful, I didn't want to wake you. But you were awake the whole time, eh?"

"Who could sleep with a woman like you in his bed?" He pushed himself up, feeling lighter this morning than he had in weeks. He and Unohana had talked for an hour at least, airing their sorrows and perceived failures, bolstering each other with their words and companionship. He hadn't realized until after she'd brought him back, dosed him with something to help him sleep and avoid catching a chill, and left, that she'd spoken to him as an equal. One arm snaked around Amaya's waist. "More flowers, huh? All for me this time, or do I have to share again?"

She grinned and kissed him deeply. "You have to share. Sasakibe-fukutaicho, Komamura-taicho, Rukia-chan, and the other ryoka." She pointed to the vase by his bed which had doubled its flower payload. "And you, of course."

Isamu nodded, and pulled her closer. "Of course. But you can stay a while before going on your rounds, right?"

Twisting so that they were facing each other lying in the bed, she smiled. "Of course. I have something I want to talk to you about, anyway."

He nestled deeper into the mattress and pillows, sighing contentedly. "Sure, dollface. What is it?"

"Well, you remember Ishida, the ryoka that fought with us?" she didn't add when, assuming he would know - and know why she wasn't mentioning it. He nodded. "Well, I . . . I think that when he did that thing, you know, near the end? I think it sort of burned out his powers."

Isamu's eyes went wide as he considered what she said. "I never thought about it, but . . . yeah, even now, I can sense the others in their rooms, but he . . . it's almost like his room is empty, except it isn't." He whistled as he stretched out a bit more. "That's heavy. I can't imagine giving up that much of my identity. But I suppose it was for his grandfather, that's a pretty big motivator."

Amaya nodded. "Yeah, but . . . I dunno. I feel like just letting them leave like that is sort of bad form, you know?" Her fingers toyed with his hair a bit. "I mean, we wouldn't have won that fight without him, and if there was some way to help him restore those powers, I would want to help."

"Yeah, but we don't know anything about their powers, really." He thought for a moment. "Well, you and I don't, goodness knows. But what did that madman say, that he had researched them thoroughly?"

A smile spread across her face. "That was my thought too. Especially since Nemu-san is in charge now. I might be able to persuade her to part with a copy of the dossier on them." The smile turned a bit sly. "Well, I actually already did. She's going to give me a copy of all their files, and apparently a few, non-unique artifacts they . . . harvested." She chose not to think about the way that harvest may have been gleaned.

Isamu grinned at her. "That's amazing, Amaya-chan! Though that's an awful lot of information - what did you offer her in return?" Her blush answered the question, and his grin widened. "Naughty girl! But that's amazingly hot, you'll have to tell me all about it."

She gave him a kiss and pressed her forehead to his. "You know it." There was a pause, and she said thoughtfully, "I was also considering pouncing on one of the ryoka. But I would feel a little bad, doing something like that with you still hurt. I don't want you to think I love you less."

Last night, that might have made him feel worse, but today, he gave her an encouraging grin. "Don't be silly, gorgeous. As long as you tell me all about it, you can go right ahead - who knows when you'll get the chance to see any of them again?" He breathed in her scent and cuddled closer. "So which one? The big guy, with the crazy arm?"

 

[Armphid]

The visit and flowers had been a surprise. Almost no one had been to see Choujirou Sasakibe but he had hardly expected it. He was not popular or well known save by reputation. Despite the stories that he was as strong as a captain, the fact that he rarely saw combat meant that many spoke behind his back about him being a coward or weak

Captain Unohana had been to check on his progress but that did not really count as a visit. She was doing her duty, though of course she would have visited even if not so. Though they were close, they were two of the few left from old days that only a handful of beings still remembered. Eijisai-dono had not visited and would not; it was not proper and there was much to do that needed his attention. All the more reason for him to heal quickly.

Then busy Amaya Kuragari had bounced into his sick room, smiling and friendly. His shock had been apparent on his face while he answered her questions haltingly. It amazed him even now, hours after she had left. He had nearly killed the man she loved; the couple's secret was not much of one. But as long as it was not official and everyone could ignore it, it would not hinder their advancement. Such was the way of things. In any event, he had been going to kill her love and there she was visiting him and earnestly wishing him well.

These young people were impressive. And strange.

He felt the presence at the door before the tap came. Strange, indeed. "Come in."

The door slid aside and Isamu Takeuchi, still bandaged and wearing a hospital robe himself, entered. "Hey, Sasakibe-fukutaichou. I was making some rounds and thought I'd see you. How's the healing going?"

"Slower than I would prefer," he answered urbanely. "I am needed at the sou-taichou's side. It is somewhat galling to have to languish here."

"I'm with you on that." Takeuchi walked across the room, glancing at the chair for visitors and apparently electing to stand. "You'll be out soon enough though. They're really going all out to get us all on our feet."

"We'll be needed. Aizen is not done with us yet. War is coming."

"Yeah." The half breed stared out the windows, "So, when it comes, are you going to fight for real or what?"

Sasakibe blinked, "I don't understand."

Isamu grimaced, "You know what I mean. Your bankai." The older man's face soured at the word. "You could be a captain. There's four vacancies right now and they need filled. Even if you didn't do that, when the fighting does happen, we could use more people at that level. So are you going to fight for real or are you going to handicap us all?"

"It is not that simple, Takeuchi-san."

"The hell it's not!" He turned and threw a hand wide, his golden eyes furious. "You didn't have to be here at all. You could have put me away in a hot minute but I had you dead to rights instead. And here you are. If you'd just used it-"

"I swore to myself and to Eijisai-dono that I would not use it until I had mastered it sufficiently. And that I would be his right hand as long as I lived." Sasakibe shook his head, "That is the end of it."

Isamu stared at him for a few moments. "You could still be his right hand as a captain, just-ah, forget it. There's no talking to you guys sometimes." He turned back to the window. "...no hard feelings, not on my side. Just so you know."

Sasakibe nodded. "Nor mine." After a few seconds, he smiled, "Western Enthusiast's Club wouldn't be the same without you, after all."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~​

"Hey, I beat Byakuya, didn't I? Why are you getting all heavy, anyway?" Ichigo Kurosaki was lounging in his hospital bed, scratching at his bandages. "We won, we should get to relax a little."

Isamu shook his head, leaning against the windows in the kid's room. "I'm not saying you haven't earned that, kid. I'm just saying you need to learn how to fight; not philosophy and mindset but actual technique. You're getting by on raw power and that's great but you could be so much more." He sighed, "And we're going to need it."

Ichigo glanced at him. "That rebel guy who was behind it all."

"Yeah." The American snorted, "He's not done with you yet, don't kid yourself. And you weren't at a hundred percent, sure, but...well, you know."

"Yeah." Ichigo ran a hand along his chest, tracing where Aizen had nearly cut him in two with a single strike. "I'll think about it."

"Fair enough." Isamu looked over at the kid. He liked him, even he was stubborn as hell and for no good reason about a lot of things. Pot and kettle there, though. "Hey, Kurosaki-san. Thanks. For saving Rukia. She didn't know how many of us were on her side, how far we were willing to go, but in the end, it wouldn't have mattered without you."

The two were silent then; their masculine pride unsure of how to move on after something so openly emotive. Isamu then stood off the wall. "Well, see you around. Have a good night. Oh, hey." He stopped as he opened the door, "Your dad...he's Isshin Kurosaki, isn't he?"

Ichigo blinked. "Huh...what...uh, yeah, but..."

"Figures then. When you get back, tell him I said hey, okay?" And with that, Isamu walked out and shut the door.

Ichigo stared at it for several moments, his mouth open. Then he half leaped out of bed, "Hey! What a minute! How the hell do you know my old man? Get back here, Tamagochi!"

"Get my name right first, kid!"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~​

"You're certain of this?" Captain Commander Yamamoto was on the balcony of his office, seated with a cup of hot tea and looking up at his guests.

Giant Komamura, his wolf's head unhidden, nodded. "Yes, Yamamoto-dono. I saw it myself. I didn't realize it then and thought she couldn't follow our movements, but the whole time, she was looking at where he really was."

"And I have related how I discovered the same about the boy," gentle Unohana added. She looked a bit worn but only just. Mute testament to how much of her personal power she was pouring into healing all those who had been injured in the conspiracy.

"Now Aizen played it pretty smart," Kyouraku said with a shrug, "always being the one who showed classes at the Academy the principles of shikai; make sure everyone saw his sword and was under his spell."

"It turns out, however," white haired Ukitake went on, "that those two missed that lesson. Despite their names being on the attendance list."

The ancient leader rumbled, "How did this come to pass?"

Kyouraku laughed, "Well, they were heading there when she suddenly fell through the ground; an old empty well that had been covered up for ages. She grabbed him as she fell and hauled him in. It took them hours to get out and by that time, the class was over."

"But the roll..."

Ukitake coughed, "They were friends with the student keeping it and prevailed upon her to show their attendance so as not to get into trouble." The Hinamori girl...how long had Aizen been working on her? "So not only did they not see his sword...but he thinks they have and are as under his power as the rest of us."

Yamamoto was silent. "So. It is not just one weapon that we have, but three. None of them ones I would have chosen," he grumped.

"They're the ones we got," Kyouraku shrugged again. "Question is...how do we get those weapons sharp enough to cut Aizen-san's head off?"

~~~~~~~~~​

Uryuu Ishida paused at the threshold of the building before him. It felt...strange to be here, even invited as a guest. A guest of the shinigami and hailed as one who helped save Soul Society...he never would have thought it possible.

A small smile was briefly on his fine lips. Sensei would be pleased at that. Wasn't that his dream?

He then sighed. Not that it was enough to make up for his failures as a student and a grandson. He'd thrown away everything...and in the end, he had avenged Sensei. Mayuri Kurotsuchi was dead but it was not wholly his doing. Had he been alone, it would not have been achieved. And he'd lost all his power, all his identity to do it. The Last Quincy...that was all he had ever wanted to be. And now it was gone.

He had little respite from his dark thoughts. The infirmary was packed so he was sharing a room with Sado-kun and that gorilla Ganju Shiba. He liked Sado and they got alone, in no small part because neither felt the need to talk much. Ganju was another matter. The idiot nattered on all the time and was a boor and a goon. Orihime would visit sometimes...but not often. She was assisting the healers and when she wasn't...she was with Kurosaki.

That strange pain in his chest he'd felt on the Soukyouku Hill ached once more. He lowered his head and tried to ignore it. He didn't want to think about it. There was no point. Even if...even though he felt that way, it was never to be. Never even a chance.

He sighed and walked on into the building. The invitation had been a surprise but it did get him out of the medical building and away from his companions and his own tormented thoughts. Well, partly.

He walked to the indicated door and rapped twice. He expected someone to ask him to enter and was surprised when the door slid open. "Ah, Ishida-san! Thank you for coming! Please, come in." Amaya Kuragari beamed at him and his dark mood wavered under the force of that assault but did not break. "I'm glad you accepted my invitation. I wanted to thank you again, in person, for everything that you've done. And, well, we did something pretty impressive together."

He followed the stacked shinigami into her...this wasn't her office. Uryuu froze about ten feet into the suite. There were her quarters. What...why was he...they smelled nice...

Amaya breezed past him and smiled again, her uniform daringly open as always...perhaps a bit more than he'd noticed it before. Not that he'd looked, of course! "Come and sit down. I've made tea and have some snacks. I want to thank you, like I said, and I've got a few things in mind for that that I know you'll love!"

~~~~~~​

Isamu was back in his hospital room, watching the sky darken through the window. Man, he was tired of this place. But he'd be out soon. Just another day or two, they were saying. Especially if they could get him some time with Inoue.

He was lying on the bed, his hospital robe haphazardly secured and a great deal of his body exposed. His talk with Unohana-taichou was still fresh enough to keep his darker feelings at bay, despite them still swirling around a bit. He did have to get stronger. And how hadn't changed. He needed to reach bankai.

Unfortunately, if Yoruichi had come by the hospital, she hadn't come to see him and he hadn't been able to find her. He's asked Kurosaki but the kid didn't know where she was either. Apparently, it was kind of a thing with her.

He was still restless, however. He'd gotten caught handling his sword and materializing his zanpakuto's spirit by Isane today and she'd scolded him pretty seriously. It made him smile a little, thinking about that. About how she really did care about his health. And how good she looked when she was looking stern.

Isamu heard a faint noise in the corridor outside his room. A nurse on her rounds? Then the door slid open with slow, deliberate quietness that told him whoever it was did not want to be seen and likely wasn't supposed to be here. He blinked then, "You?"

 

[HookerBoots]

There was a moment of silence and the slender woman moved into the room. "Yes." Nemu smiled at him, the expression transforming her face from a slightly melancholy mask into a warm, beautiful expression. "Well, I assume that Kuragari-san mentioned the deal we brokered."

Isamu's expression as he nodded was confused. "Yeah, she sort of implied that you and she had worked out an exchange of favors. But what does . . . ?" His eyes widened. "Oh. Ohhhh." That minx! She'd implied that she and Nemu had been together for the exchange, but apparently, that hadn't been the deal.

"She did not tell you." There was worry on the doll-like face now. "I had assumed that she had cleared the arrangement with you before coming to me, or at least would tell you before I arrived." Her fingers fidgeted for a moment at her waist. "I will understand if it is not something you would wish, though I had been under the impression that you . . . ." One hand went to tug lightly on the end of her braid.

He looked at her in surprise. "Hey, hey, no, it's not like that." Isamu moved toward her, one hand reaching out to touch her shoulder. "Nemu-san, I was just surprised - and I think Amaya-chan knew I would enjoy having such a surprise." He looked at her with that familiar wolf's grin. "Besides, how could I resist? You look so cute when you're nervous."

As she looked up, startled, he bent to kiss her, his arms slipping around her slender body and pulling her against him. Her body was stiff at first, as her brain processed what had just happened, but then she melted against him, her body fitting against his with sweet ease.

Isamu felt her arms move around him hesitantly, almost shyly, even as her mouth met his hungrily. His hands moved over her back and sides, caressing her through her uniform and fondling her pert ass. She moaned and arched her back, pressing her breasts more firmly against his chest and pressing her ass more firmly against his hands.

~ ~ ~ ~​

Amaya cradled her cup in both hands. "I hope you don't mind my having taken the initiative, but I thought that we owed you at least something for what you've done for us." She gave him a smile, tinged a little with sympathy. "And for what you've lost."

He cleared his throat, uncomfortable with her sympathy. "I'm sure that sensei would have done the same, so it is . . . ." he couldn't even finish. It was a loss, and he wasn't sure it was worth it. "In any case, it was my absolute pleasure to have helped you with that . . . problem."

Her head tilted to one side. "That, yes, but that wasn't all I meant." Before he could think about what she'd meant, she bent over and picked up a stack of papers tied together with strips of silk and set them on the table, pushing them over to him. "Here is all the data our Research and Development Department had been able to put together on the Quincies. There may be something in there that will help you get your powers back."

Uryuu blinked at her, then down at the papers. His hands closed around them slowly. "This is . . . I cannot adequately thank you for this." He set the papers on the floor at his side, then put his own hands around his cup, trying to hide the tremor in them. She was right, there might be a key there to getting back what he had lost. But more than that, there could be techniques that had been lost, records of Quincies since the war, or even before.

The smile on her face was understanding. "I'm about to shock you a bit more, I'm afraid. Though," she said, standing up and heading to one corner of the room, "I'd appreciate if you kept this more or less quiet. I don't mind you telling your friends, but there are people here who . . . would not be very pleased that I was helping you like this, whatever the reason." Her lips quirked as she picked up a wooden box about a foot long. "Especially with the reason I have. General pardon or not, Isamu and I would probably be executed."

She set the box down in front of him, and he looked up at her. "I . . . suppose I hadn't considered it. You both would be better off I I were dead, wouldn't you? But you are helping me instead." The wonder in his voice made her smile again.

"Yes, I am. And he agrees with my doing it, and my reasons. Besides," she gestured for him to open the box, "you're a Quincy. You wouldn't betray our trust." He paused, the lid of the box in his hands, and looked at her steadily for a moment, feeling the sting of tears behind his eyes. Yes, even though he was powerless, he was still a Quincy. He hadn't expected her to understand, hadn't expected any shinigami to understand. "Anyway," she said, looking away from the emotions he was trying - and failing - to hide, "that's a collection of the non-unique Quincy artifacts that we had collected."

The lid dropped from his hands. "What?"

"They're an assortment of things, not a lot, but everything that could be spared without its loss being noted." She picked the lid up and pointed. "There are several silver tubes that can store reiatsu for use later - you can use them to generate kido-like effects. She pointed at what looked like two short swords. "Those are Seele Schneiders, I was told their use is explained in the green pages of those documents. Some silver wire, and this," her finger tapped a small metal bracelet with a Quincy cross dangling from it, "is what we've called a Quincy bangle - there may be a name your clan has for it, but I don't know it. I was told this may enable you to still form a bow, even before you're able to regain your powers."

His eyes were wide as he looked into the wooden box, one hand reaching out to touch the bangle. "Kuragari-fukutaicho, I . . . there are no words, no way that I can thank you for what you have given me." Uryuu shut the box with shaking hands and looked at her, just looked, in amazement. Why would she do this for him? There was a bit of a debt owed, but he had considered it even, as he knew things would have gone far worse for him in the fight against Kurotsuchi without the other two there. "If I can render any aid to you in return, you have only to name it."

"Is that so?" She'd picked up a stick of carrot and now tapped it thoughtfully against her chin. "Hmmm. What if I asked you to repay me . . . with your body?"

"W-what?!" his face turned beet red, and he almost knocked over his cup.

She giggled. "Sorry, I sounded like a bad hentai manga, didn't I?" She bit into the carrot and swallowed. "I was only partly joking, though."

He'd thought she was messing with his head, and started to feel a bit of irritation that he tried to tamp down on. And then she said she wasn't fully joking and that knocked him off balance. "I don't . . . what do you . . . you can't mean . . . ."

Amaya put both hands on the table and shook her head. "Look, I know you're gone on Inoue-san, and that she's crazy over Kurosaki-san." Not that that was really going to go anywhere - she'd also seen the way that Rukia had looked at the kid, and knew first-hand how determined the tiny brunette could be. She also had a couple decades of experience that Orihime didn't. "But that also doesn't mean that . . . well." A light blush colored her cheeks. "In any case, speaking as a woman, it wouldn't be a bad idea to know a few things to be ready if an opportunity presents itself."

 

[Armphid]

Nemu's arrival had surprised him for many reasons. Helping Amaya was one thing, the two of them had gotten along well...as much as the withdrawn lieutenant got along with anyone. He thought they had a good relationship in as far as it went with the band and all but he didn't particularly feel close to her. But that was more friendly and positive interaction than she ever had with anyone. And he had been a part of the death of a man who may have given her life but savagely abused her for all of it. He'd honestly expected she'd stay away from he and Amaya both until she'd sorted it out.

Maybe she'd just done so quickly. It didn't matter so much right now whatever her reasons.

Her kisses were hungry and full of passion that so at odds with her normal demeanor it made them all the sweeter. Nemu let out soft little gasps when their lips briefly parted; fuck, just the cutest little sounds!

He growled softly as he kissed down her neck, "I never knew you had an interest, Nemu-san."

"Hhaa, I did not wish you to catch, ahh, his eye." She tipped her head back, nibbling on her lower lip, her large green eyes warm and bright. How attentive he was! "Which is why I only, ohh, engaged in such activities with those well outside his reach, such as Unohana-taichou."

That made him pause. Holy God in Heaven, those two...wow. Isamu lifted his head, "We don't need to talk about him. Now or ever again."

She smiled a little. It wasn't that simple. He would always be a part of her. But she wouldn't bring him up again now. It would...kill the mood? Were those the right words? Nemu ducked her head and ran her tongue up his neck, enjoying the way he sucked in his breath and how his body stiffened.

He licked his lips as she pulled away. Her hands went to the sash about her waist, "I hope you will be pleased with my body." She began to unwind it and the short kimono began to loosen on her as it unwound. "Though I have bigger breasts than 92.7% of women in the Gotei 13, I am aware that you prefer those with are abnormally large in most cases. Though evidential data of your encounters with-"

Her eyes went wider as he pressed a finger to her lips and then followed it with a kiss. "Your body is gorgeous. You look great and I think your tits are fucking great. Nice and big, soft but pert and high, you've got nothing to worry about." Isamu grinned and slid his hands inside her robe to push it off her shoulders and groaned as the garment fell away, "Fuck, you..."

"Yes." Nemu didn't blush at all as the sash and robe both fell to the floor to reveal her bare beauty. She wore not a stitch beneath them. Her skin was smooth and silken, her body taut yet rounded and feminine. Her breasts were perched high and rose with each breath; luscious ample handfuls of sweet flesh. Her long legs were supple and shapely and her bare pussy between them was flushd with blood. "I came here to have sex with you, so it seemed pointless to wear more than would allow me to pass to this point with decorum intact."

"God damn." He just let himself drink in the sight of her. "Nemu-san, you...I can't believe you were worried. I said it once already but you're gorgeous."

"Yes," she smiled. Her body was a masterpiece, it was true. "But it is appropriate to act bashful and unsure about one's body and it's reception in situations like this, isn't it?"

Isamu let out a short laugh, "Whatever you think best, Nemu-san." He began to shrug off the brief hospital robe but stopped when her smaller, clever hands took hold of the edges.

She'd moved to be right in front of him. "I would like to do this for you. I...would enjoy undressing you." He blinked and nodded numbly. Her ghost of a smile came again before her face again assumed her usual melancholic expression. Her hands were warm and curious as they slid under the garment and over his body beneath. Isamu drew in heavy breaths as she traced the lines of his muscles and her fingers slid over the few still bandages sections of his body.

She shifted around behind him and slid the robe off of his arms to set it aside. He felt her hands run down his back to the Western style boxers he wore and heard the curious sound she made at encountering them. Then he sucked in another breath as she knelt and nuzzled his ass before sliding his boxers down his legs.

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Uryuu's mouth opened and closed several times as he tried desperately to find some words for this...this wholly inappropriate, enticing, impossible, wonderful, sinful...this...this! His eyes were wide and seemed to slide down over her body despite himself; lingering on the cleavage and flesh exposed by the parted top of her uniform. "I, ah, I, well, yes experience is always best, but..."

She lowered her head a bit, her eyes wide and her lips in a pout. "Aren't I pretty enough for you, Ishida-san?" It wasn't fair and she knew it but she felt no shame. He needed this. She hadn't known the boy long but he was deeply repressed and desperately lonely. Other than his sensei, she wasn't sure he'd ever felt loved before. She didn't love him, of course, but she liked him. And if ever she met anyone who needed a physical expression of affection, it was Uryuu Ishida.

He licked his lips, "Of course you are, you're...beautiful." The word was slow in coming, almost as if he was embarrassed to admit it. The Quincy pulled his eyes away from her breasts with clear effort. "Pretty seems a little word to, ah, accurately describe you. You're lovely and so...healthy. R-regardless-"

She smirked a little. "Healthy, huh? That's a nice way to say it." She arched her back and sat up, emphasizing her chest even more. "My tits are even bigger than hers, by the way." His eyes wavered a moment and then dropped to her jugs and she felt a little surge of triumph. "A good way to get to learn how to treat big tits like hers so when you do get the chance, you rock her whole world. I guarantee she'll be surprised. So few men know how to treat a busty girl right."

"I...I will never get a chance with...so..."

"Don't count yourself out, Ishida-san." Amaya shook her head, "It took me and my guy about twenty years to figure it out and get together but...I think you'll be smarter than us."

He didn't seem to know how to respond to that. She pressed on, "But even if you didn't, it wouldn't matter. This isn't about her. It's about us. I...I like you." His eyes swung up to her face and his expression was of such deep shock and raw vulnerable surprise it made her heart twinge. This poor young man. "I like your spirit and your fire. Your pride. Your sense of chivalry and honor. I like your pretty face and that lean agile body."

Amaya stood up slowly and walked around the table to kneel beside him. "I want to be with you, to show you things I don't think you ever thought you could have. But I won't force you and I won't give what isn't wanted."

Uryuu stared at her in wonder and awe. She couldn't...no one could feel that way about him. "I...am unworthy of any such thing." It was true, he knew it was true. But he wanted what she offered, if he was honest with himself. He felt so lost now that his powers were gone. So much less. But that she could feel this way, could want him...it wasn't love, he knew that and she'd said as much. But even this affection, this attraction...he had never dared do more than imagine it might ever be his. "But...it is not unwanted. I...I don't know what to say or do, but...please."

 

[HookerBoots]

Nemu's hands were cool and sure as she slowly stripped away Isamu's robe. Those light fingers traced over the already-healed wounds, following the lines of the burns that had been. "So much damage, and already so much better," she breathed. She eyes looked over his form, then up at him. "And still so vigorous," she added, a little grin in her voice as one hand slipped down to cup where his cock was making his fundoshi bulge.

"Ahh! Nemu-san," he gasped at the touch, hands clenching slightly. "Your hand feels . . . amazing." The robe slipped to the floor, and her hands went to where the concealing wrap fastened, loosening it and letting it drop.

His cock sprang free, and Nemu dropped her hand to it again, brushing her fingers lightly over the shaft. She smiled at the sound he made before dropping gracefully to her knees in front of him. "I'm certain you'll find most of my abilities so," she said, bringing her other hand to his shaft and sliding them both up and down. "Not that a member such as this one deserves anything less."

He drew in his breath sharply, looking down at the lovely face. She was looking up at him, her eyes wide and warm, as her hands slipped over his cock lovingly. "I'm glad you like it," he breathed, watching as she looked at his shaft and licked her lips. Fuck, she looked hot! He would never have guessed she would be so skilled, or seem so eager. "Your touch is wonderful, feels so incredible, Nemu-san."

One of her hands slipped down to fondle his balls, toying with them and drawing further gasps from him. He was so responsive, and it really was very impressive - perhaps it was his genetic makeup. She was glad that she'd agreed to this even more now. Her fingers were sure and gentle as they explored, teasing and playing with his cock and balls. The technique was well-practiced, but her enthusiasm was true.

With a slow, smooth motion she leaned forward, pressing her lips to the head of his cock. She felt and tasted the first drop of his precum ooze out against her lips, and let her tongue slip out to take in it. "Ahhhh! Fuck!" he whispered, restraining the urge to cry out in pleasure at the feeling of her tongue slipping over his shaft.

Nemu pulled back slightly and smiled at his reaction. It was pleasing to have him so appreciative - and it tasted quite good as well. Her hands were moving in a pattern she knew would be pleasing, her mouth slipping over the head of his cock, tongue sliding around it over and over again, drawing more and more of that salty, musky fluid from it.

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Amaya smiled at him. "Good, I'm glad." She rested a hand lightly on his arm, feeling him tense a bit. "It's all right. You aren't - and won't be - doing anything wrong." Her hand slipped up to his shoulder, moving lightly and subtly. "You won't hurt me, and unless you ask, I won't hurt you." In the moment that he was still processing that and the implications of it, she leaned in and kissed him gently.

The move startled him, his eyes going wide behind his glasses before they fluttered closed. She didn't back up from the kiss, her lips moving against his. When she felt his hands move hesitantly to her waist, her tongue slipped out, sliding against his lips and coaxing them to open. He gasped as the feeling, and gave a soft moan as her tongue slipped into his mouth.

She pulled back after a moment, letting him catch his breath. "That was a good way to begin," Amaya said encouragingly, her fingers caressing his face. He flushed a little, and she ran a hand through his hair. "Now you try it."

"What?" He blinked at her, still a little dazed from the kiss.

Amaya licked her lips. "You seemed a quick study, so I thought I'd give you a chance to show me." She shrugged, brushing her own hair off her face. "But if you're unsure . . . ."

Before she had a chance to finish, he had leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers, one hand against her cheek as he kissed her. She smiled against his mouth, pleased that her little gambit had worked, and shifted a little, moving so that they were closer together. Her breasts brushed lightly against him, and he moaned at the feeling, so subtle and so wonderful, unconsciously deepening the kiss.

Guiding one of his hands to her breast, she could feel the surprise followed by restrained eagerness pouring off him. His hand just rested there for a moment, and she pulled back slightly, looking at him. Uryuu was looking where his hand rested on her breast, fingers shifting hesitantly. "It's all right," she whispered, her hand shifting to lay over his, lightly guiding his fingers in massaging the soft, yielding flesh.

"It feels . . . incredible," he whispered, looking unbelieving at his hand still. His eyes moved to her face, taking in the smile and the fact that she didn't mind him touching her. She leaned in, pressing her lips to his neck, her tongue sliding over the skin there. "Ahhh!" his hand tightened on her breast, flexing again as she kept her mouth there, following a wicked impulse to leave a mark on him.

 

[Armphid]

Given what she'd just said a few minutes ago, Isamu had to wonder where she'd learned to do this. Because God damn if she wasn't giving his cock some of the most skilled attention he'd felt in a long time. Amaya was better because it was Amaya but Nemu was...fuck, she was good.

You know, considering some of the things her "father" had said, he was going to stop wondering about it.

"God damn, Nemu-san," he groaned, "that's fucking good."

A ghost of a smile flitted over her lips as she continued to nurse at the head of his cock, her hands still pumping and lightly wringing it. "Your taste is pleasing to me as well. I am glad this is as mutually enjoyable as I had anticipated." The doll-like girl slid her tongue under the head and first few inches of his cock, wriggling it against him and looking up with those haunted eyes. Then she moved her head forward to let her wet, warm tongue slither along the underside of his dick for a few moments before the head entered her mouth.

"Oh, you sweet thing," he groaned. Her lips sealed around the head and she suckled on him; drinking more pre as it weeped from his tip. One hand still pumped and swirled around his member, the other moving to fondle and stroke his heavy balls. She worked on his sensitive head for perhaps a full minute, eliciting murmurs of pleasure. Then she pressed forward more and his head went back, "AhhhH! Ahh, shit, you beautiful cocksucker!" Nemu didn't slow or hesitate as she took inch after inch of long and thick half breed meat into her welcoming mouth.

When she had half of him in, she pulled back and sucked hard on his rod, making him cry out again. He popped out of her mouth with a wet, loud slurp and she licked her lips. "Your phallus is impressive. Substantially longer and thicker than average for men of the Gotei 13. But I will take all of it down my throat, regardless."

He laughed a little and quirked an eyebrow, "I've gotten compliments before but never like that. Do you have actual figures on that?"

"Yes. If you are curious-"

"No. No, that's all right." What the hell? Didn't matter now but, really, what the hell? He paused then as he heard a sound in the corridor outside. They had made a little noise...and he fully intended to make a lot more. "One moment, Nemu-san."

She nodded and ducked her head to kiss his shaft and down to his balls. Isamu moaned and shook his head, trying to concentrate. He held out a hand and focused his spiritual powers, envisioning the spell and its' effect. "...Kyuumon." There was a pulse of spiritual pressure and a wave rippled out from him as the mirror barrier spell went up and sealed the room. It would stop anyone from entering but also almost all sound from escaping. Which was good considering the loud smacks that came from Nemu's lips as she kissed his sack and then back up his shaft, worshiping his genitals.

"A wise precaution. Thank you. Would word of this to get out, it might impact my request to take the captain's exam." Isamu blinked but before he could ask what she meant, the breath rushed out of him when she took his cock back into her mouth.

Nemu didn't fool around this time; her eyes were determined as she took him deep, deep, deep past her mouth and into her throat. She had to take him fully and take him fully she did. "God! Fuck!" Isamu's limbs trembled as the delicate looking girl swallowed him to the hilt. His balls felt like they were throbbing as they rested against her chin. He could feel the warm breath from her nose on his skin and the strange sucking, stroking feeling as her throat slurped and swallowed around him. He leaned back against the wall, not trusting his legs alone to hold him up. "That's it, you gorgeous girl, take that cock all the way. Fuck, can, nn, count on one hand the number of women who can do that."

She hummed and her throat vibrated around his rod; tensing and trembling and sending sensations through him that made his head swim and his hips slowly buck. Nemu's eyes fluttered and she pulled back until only the head was between her lips before driving back down again to let his balls slap her chin. Again, again, again, and again, she took him all the way. Then she slid slowly back, sucking hard all the while, until he again came free of her with a pop and a wet splurt of pre and saliva.

He panted, smiling down at her, "Nemu-san...you're incredible. Damn, I can't believe it."

She nodded and sat up on her knees to raise herself up a bit, "From my observation and study of you, I believe you would enjoy paizuri." The artificial shinigami hefted her own breasts and then leaned forward to press them around his cock, "Please, fuck my breasts and I will use my mouth to finish you for this first climax."

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Uryuu felt a small pain on neck as she suckled at that spot but it passed and he thought nothing of it. It was hard to think of anything other than the shocking amount of pleasure so simple a thing gave him. And the feeling of her breast under his fingers. So plush and soft and yet firm; so warm and lush.

Amaya pulled back with a smirk, her eyes dancing as she looked at the mark on his neck. Mmm, she liked that. Her mark on him. She might just have to leave a few more. But first, "You like my big tits, Ishida-san?"

The boy trembled and nodded slowly but then seemed to shake himself, "I...I, yes, it feels...it feels good, I can't describe it. But you shouldn't say such things."

"Oh?" Her smile was wicked, "I think...you liked it. I saw the shiver what went through you. I think you like me being a naughty girl and talking about my huge tits." He let out a soft whimper and her smile widened. "See? Don't be afraid to admit it. This is about enjoying and learning. It's important to know what you like."

She pulled back enough for her breast to slip from his hand and pulled her arms into the body of her shihakusho. Then she pushed them out through the gap in the robe to pull it off of her and leave her topless before him, "And I know you like these."

His eyes went wide enough that it looked like they might pop out of his sockets as the boy stared in awe at what were clearly the first tits he'd ever seen. Probably at all; he was so tightly wound she doubted he'd ever even looked at porn before. She bet he would after this though, trying to find a girl who would measure up to her. "Ureshii...Kuragari-fuck, uh, fukutaichou, they, you...magnificent. So big...so round..."

Amaya giggled at his slip and the way he colored after it. "Amaya-san, Ishida-kun. You can call me that when we're together." Which would be more than once if she could help it. This was just too much fun. "Now, touch me." She arched her back to thrust her chest out. "Touch my tits, Ishida-kun."

"H-hai, Kuragari...Amaya-san." He licked his lips and his hands moved slowly and stiffly, almost as if against his full will towards and then lunged forward to take hold of her jugs. She gasped and cooed, the youth blushing. "Oh, both of them together, it's...even better."

"Mmm, it is." She nibbled her lower lip. "Explore with your hands, feel them all over. A light caress is good to start, ah! Yes, like that." He really did pick up quickly. "But as you go, it's all right to start to squeeze and massage. Ahhh, yes, good boy." Her eyes were half lidded, "Even though they're big, they're still sensitive so you don't want to start out too rough. Build up to it. It's all right to get there too; it feels good to have them be mauled a little."

He nodded, his mouth dry. His hands were skilled and practiced in usage; clever and dextrous. Amaya was moaning in earnest after a few more moments as the boy began to let himself go and use all the talent in those gifted hands to enjoy her breasts. "Mmm, such a quick study! Ah! Maybe you're a genius at more than being a Quincy." She licked her lips, "My nipples, don't forget those. They're the most sensitive to start very gently. But touch them, squeeze them, even pinch and pull-ahn! Ahh, ara, yes, like that!"

Amaya's breathing was heavier and she knew he could feel it, given where his hands were. She reached out to grab his shirt and pull him towards her, "Hands feel good, and you have very clever hands. Oh, the things you'll be able to do to a pussy. But your mouth can feel even better." She pulled his right hand off of her right breast, "Taste me, Ishida-kun. Lick, kiss, and suck on my tit."

He seemed torn. His face was stricken with conflict between desire and propriety for several seconds until he let out a groan and lowered his head to her breast. She gasped as he kissed the slope where it started out from under her collarbone and then slid downward and around, peppering the line and curve of her tit with hungry, warm kisses. His tongue slid out over her aerola and she whimpered. She wondered if she'd have to prompt him but the question was then answered as his lips parted and he took her nipple into his mouth.

"AhN! Oh, oh, Ishida-kun, you sexy, shy boy! So dirty! Going right, hnn, for my nipple!" She reached around to cradle his head to her breast; feeling deeply intimate, almost maternal, in that moment almost as much as she felt aroused. "Suckle, baby, suck on my big tits."

 

[HookerBoots]

Isamu stared at her for a moment, amazed at how incredibly sexy that had sounded. Her casual assumption that she would be able to make him cum from just her breasts and mouth, and that he would be able to cum more than once tonight despite his injuries . . . that did wonders for the libido and the ego. "That sounds like an ideal agreement," he said after a moment, once the feeling of her breasts around his cock percolated through his awareness.

GodDAMN did that feel incredible! Her breasts, though a bit smaller than Amaya's, were soft and warm. As she started to move up and down, sliding them over his shaft. At the bottom of each stroke, her lips enveloped the head of his cock, the tongue slipping over it eagerly. It felt so amazing, slick and so warm that he almost felt like his cock would melt. "Fuck! Nemu-san, feels amazing!" He slipping his hands down so that he was the one squeezing her breasts together around his shaft, fondling them and massaging her big tits as he did.

Freed, Nemu's hands moved around him, one gripping his ass tightly and pulling him closer, nestling his shaft more firmly between her tits, while the other went down and began to fondle his balls. A smile played over her lips at his gasp, feeling his shaft twitch. "Ara! Isamu-san," she cooed, giving him a wicked little grin, "your shaft is so hot, I can hardly believe it! Maybe I should work harder, get you to relieve some of that pressure!"

"Can't wait!" he gasped, licking his lips. "God, I bet you could make a fortune relieving pressure like this!" She had picked up her pace, sliding those amazing breasts over his cock and suckling on it like it was the last thing she would ever taste. He didn't want to cum this soon, didn't want to lose this feeling, but . . . the idea that after this, he'd be able to feel her pussy pushed him to his limit. "Fucking hell, Nemu-san! Gonna cum, give you all that sticky cream!"

When her only response was to suck harder, squeeze his balls with a bit more force, and look up at him with eyes so hot they almost seemed to glow, he felt the tightening in his stomach and groin that turned into the most blissful release, feeling like his brain was shooting out of his cock along with his load of sperm. It splashed over her breasts and chest, spattering her with sticky ropes of semen, some of it hitting her chin and shooting into her mouth, but most of it wound up glazing her breasts.

When his eyes opened up from the power of the orgasm, Isamu looked at her and felt his cock stir from where it had gone to half-mast. "That's amazingly sexy, Nemu-san. You look unbelievable hot covered in my cum."

She straightened up, giving a little smile as she licked the cum from her lips. "I certainly agree that it looks fetching," she said as she moved to the other side of the room and started to wipe off her breasts. "But all further orgasms this evening will occur inside me."

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Amaya's fingers laced in his hair, and she could feel his tongue teasing her nipple, flicking the hard nub of it now that it was in his mouth. She could also feel the moment when he hesitated, trying to decide if he should try something, and then gasped when she could feel his teeth drag lightly across it. "Oh, very good," she breathed, stroking her fingers through his hair. "Just a little, a bit more if you think she'll like it," Amaya cooed, then laughed throatily as he did just that. "Mmmm, yes, that's just right!"

Her hands moved from his hair to stroke down his arms to his chest, feeling the surprising amount of well-developed muscles there. In the position they were in - admittedly a little bit of an awkward one - it wasn't easy, but she managed to get her hands beneath his shirt stroking over his chest and back. She felt more than heard his soft moan, and wondered briefly how many times in his life he'd had someone touch him with kindness, or at all.

His mouth pulled away from her breast with a soft pop, and he looked up at her with those eyes full of want and worry, and Amaya gave him an encouraging smile. "I . . . you . . ." one hand pushed his glasses up his nose as he tried to find the words. "I'm sorry you have to take . . . such time with me. But I cannot tell you how . . . incredibly grateful I am." His other hand was still lightly groping her, almost as though he couldn't stop himself.

Her hand slipped out from under his shirt and cupped his cheek. "Stop. Apologizing." Amaya's eyes looked directly into his, then she reached up and took his glasses off. "I'm certainly enjoying it, and let's see what we can do about making you something other than grateful." The smile on her face may have been a bit predatory, but she shifted and grabbed the hem of his shirt, tugging it over his head and tossing it aside. "Oh, my. That's certainly an excellent sight."

The blush spread over his face and down, but Amaya didn't let him try to cover himself. Her hands were on his chest and moving, teasing, feeling his muscles shift, before she moved, straddling his lap, her breasts brushing lightly against his chest. She kissed him again, deeply, shifting her hips against his and feeling the swelling there growing. One hand slipped between them, opening her uniform properly and loosening the fastening of her hakama as well.

She pulled back and stood smoothly, letting the rest of the uniform drop to the floor and get kicked away, leaving her standing there in only a pair of blue and white striped panties. Uryuu's mouth dropped as she stripped, looking like a normal girl that he might have lusted over in school, not a shinigami at all. ". . . Amaya-san, you're . . . stunning," he breathed. Even with everything that had happened, a little part of him had been certain that she wouldn't actually, couldn't really, intend to go all the way with him. But she was . . . just wearing panties, and . . . god, her fingers were hooking into them and tugging them down, and . . . . His cock was harder than he could ever remember it being, just from seeing her there, gloriously naked, willing and looking at him with hunger in her eyes.

Amaya straddled him again, gently pushing his shoulders to the floor. "You'll be saying more than that soon," she teased, her hands going to his belt and unfastening it. "I've never had any complaints, and . . . well, if this," she wiggled her hips a bit, drawing a gasp, "is any indication, I'll pretty pleased as well."

His blush deepened as she unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, but he moaned and his hips bucked as her hand slipped between his pants and shorts, stroking over the shaft with only the thin layer of fabric between their skin. "Ahhh! That . . . amazing," he managed to gasp out.

Her lips caressed his throat lightly, her fingers still brushing over his hardness through his underwear. "I plan on this being a full education," she whispered, "but first we need to get you out of all this restrictive clothing." She lifted herself up a bit and tugged his pants down and off, then moved to take his shorts off. He put one hand on hers, stopping her, and she looked at him, a bit curious.

"Not that it wouldn't be a fantasy to have a woman as beautiful as you do this, but," he swallowed hard, "I should be brave enough to do it myself." It felt stupid to say it like that, but though she had said - and more than said - that she would make him a man, he had to be man enough now to take the final step that was keeping it from happening. His fate was in his own hands, and this was symbolically important.

But she didn't chide him, or tell him he was being foolish or wasting time. She nodded and moved to kneel next to him, looking like perfection as she waited, her eyes watching with amazing intent as he stood slowly and bared himself to her.

 

[Armphid]

"You won't hear me complaining, sexy." Fuck. Her insistence that he spend the rest of the night cumming inside her, as many times as he could, made his heart race and his manhood start to surge again. Part of him wondered why but largely, he knew it felt good. Amaya loved it when he came in her; part of that was because of the intimacy of it but just as much was the sinful joy of the feeling. He knew it from his few homosexual experiences...it felt...just plain good to gave a cock throb and pump a load into you.

He laughed and slid up behind her, kissing the back of her neck and embracing her from behind. She blinked in surprise but then relaxed, leaning back against him. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you wanted me to knock you up, Nemu-san."

She shook her head slightly, "Not at this juncture. I am still on the standard birth control required of all female shinigami as well as my own extra precautions. Perhaps once the impending hostilities are resolved, I will consider your candidacy for that."

"What?"

Nemu turned in his arms and gave him that ethereal, barely there smile before pushing his chest gently to move him back to the bed. "You require rest still, do you not? Perhaps we should lie down."

He chuckled and slid his arms around her waist before he tumbled back onto the bed, pulling her with him. He'd expected her to laugh or shriek or something but she made no sound other than a soft "Hmm."

Isamu kissed her and wriggled about to end up on his back, oriented properly. "I'll lie down for the moment but I don't feel like resting." He brushed her lips with his, "Nemu-san, I want to taste you."

"That is agreeable. I have never had a male do that before. By reputation, you are accomplished at it." Nemu moved to stand on the bed, straddling him. Given that the hospital beds were built with the fact that they might have to hold an Omaeda or a Komamura, it was easily large and strong enough to support them both as she walked up to his shoulders and then knelt down over his face.

He breathed in the smell of her pussy as it came down to his face. "Smells good." It was musky but with an oddly herbal smell. Her sex was hairless though he wondered if it was from shaving or by design. The half breed leaned in and ran his tongue up her labia; from base to apex. Nemu shivered and let out a soft gasp. "Mmm, tastes better. Can't wait to get your cum on my lips, beautiful."

She gasped again as he licked, once more long and slow. But it was also the words and his conviction in them. She knew her body was aesthetically pleasing, of course, but she had only rarely been complimented like this. It felt good, though not as good as that hungry tongue. "You, ahh, may, if you are skilled enough."

"Oh, a challenge, Nemu-san?"

"Hai."

He mashed his lips to her cunt and speared his tongue into her passage. The normally placid Nemu let out a brief shriek that became a moan as he swept his clever muscle over her inner walls. He curled it up and back and she quivered atop him as the tip rasped over her sensitive spot from the other side. Then he pulled out and licked his lips, "Challenge accepted."

She nodded and cooed as he began to lick again; faster, more steady laps of his tongue. "Ohh, hai, please me. Mmm, make me feel alive with your mouth." Her hands reached down to tangle in his hair and she leaned away from him, head back, eyes closed as he feasted on her sweet sex.

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He paused for a few moments just to look at her kneeling there; gloriously nude and sexual and not ashamed or shy. Confident and sensual and eager...eager to see him. He almost laughed; this was impossible. But here he was.

Uryuu hooked his thumbs into the hem of his boxers and Amaya took an artful little breath that made her tits seem to puff up larger and she sat up more on her knees; eyes bright with anticipation. It sent a thrill through him, as she intended certainly, and he felt his cock throb. The young man, barely more than a boy, pushed his underwear down and then let them slide down his legs.

"Oh. Oh, my, Ishida-kun." Amaya's emerald eyes were honestly appreciative and she nibbled her lower lip as she stared without dissembling at his genitals. He'd felt good sized and he certainly was. He was a lucky boy. But more than length and girth; his cock was much like him. Beautiful. It helped that it was nice and long and pleasantly thicker than average. He had pubic hair on a pair of nice sized balls that hung heavy in his sack but it too was fine and thin. "You have a beautiful dick. Very nice on length, thick enough to really feel but not enough to hurt, oh, and it looks fantastic." She looked up at him with a grin, "You know, if she's got any sexual side at all, all you'd have to do is show her this great cock and she'd be on you in a flash."

Hmm...maybe she could arrange something...figure it out later.

He was blushing brightly but his eyes were pleased, if surprised. "I...thank you. I'm glad you like it."

"I do, oh, I do." She licked her lips and then leaned in, hearing and feeling him gasp as she did so. "But I bet after tonight, I'll love it." Amaya kissed the head of his cock and he let out a groan from deep in his chest. Her lips turned up in a pleased smirk for a moment before she began to move down his shaft, peppering it with kisses. At the base she ducked her head to do the same to his balls, giving them a firm press of her lips that parted with a faint smacking sound.

"Ahh! Amaya-san! That's, guh, so...much feeling!" His eyes were slightly glazed and his chest was rising and falling noticeably.

She looked up at him. "It gets so much better, pretty boy." The buxom woman batted her eyelashes at him. "Now, reach down and touch me. Stroke my hair, hold my head, don't force it or push, just make that connection. It makes it so much sexier for us both."

He nodded and slowly reached a hand down to run over her head. Uryuu's long, clever fingers slid through her pink tresses, stroking and petting. She cooed and leaned in again. Her lips returned to kissing his prick and his balls but now she licked as well, wet slurping and soft smacking pops blending with his moans as she worshiped the youth's proud cock.

 

[HookerBoots]

The feelings moving through Nemu's body were not-quite-unfamiliar. Other people had done this for her previously, yes, like Unohana-taicho. But never often, and the one time she'd suggested it to Mayuri-sama, his reaction had been sufficient for her to never ask again. But his ability with his mouth was . . . pleasing. Her body was moving, grinding her hips down to meet his mouth and tongue, almost without her conscious thought. For a moment, she allowed herself to envy Amaya Kuragari - she knew from observation that experiences like these tended to be more somehow - but then her let herself get lost in the feelings, the sensations.

His tongue was flickering over her clit, making her gasp, and she leaned forward to brace herself against the wall at the head of the bed. She could feel his fingers slipping over her slick flesh, occasionally probing her entrance. "Ahh, ahh, Takeuchi-san," she whimpered as his tongue slithered over her pearl. "Feels so good, talented at this!"

He smiled a bit as he lapped eagerly at her cunt. She thought he was talented? She had no idea yet. One of his fingers slipped into her pussy, and he could feel her body tense around him, clenching the invading digit even as more of her wetness dripped out. Then, Isamu wrapped his lips around her clit and started to flick the tip of his tongue over it. His tongue paused for a moment, and he started humming, keeping the vibrations going as he started to finger her.

Nemu's eyes squeezed closed at the jolts of pleasure that were racing over her nerves, one of her hands going to tangle in his hair again as she gyrated. His mouth was amazing, so hot, wet, capable. She had expected to enjoy this, but the orgasm she felt building was going to huge. "Keep going," she gasped, "fuck, keep going, you'll get to taste exactly . . . mmmm, exactly what you want!"

She could feel his laughter brushing over her pussy just before she started to cream, her body trembling and tensing powerfully before the release that left her breathing heavy and almost drooping. But, and this jolted her to the core, he wasn't stopping! His mouth and hands kept moving, flooding her with sensation all over, building and multiplying the pleasurable glow from the previous orgasm. It just kept coming, and when he slipped another finger into her body, she lost her composure again, almost screaming at the crashing wave of sexual delight that rolled over her.

~ ~ ~ ~​

He hadn't actually expected touching her hair, something so simple, could heighten the experience this much. But the human - well, sort of - connection made it more real, made it feel so much better. It almost felt like a dream, the whole night, except that even in his most shameful dreams, it never felt like this. Her mouth was warm and gentle and moving at a pace that made it hard for him to anticipate where she would go next.

Amaya was worshiping his cock, her tongue and lips caressing the shaft and balls, grazing over the head. Every gasp and moan bolstered her ego, and if she hadn't wanted to taste him, hadn't wanted to give him the rest of her talents, she might have kept going longer. But instead, she pulled back slightly and gave him a small smile. "Are you ready?"

His hands were trembling a little, Uryuu was sure she could feel it, but he nodded. He wasn't at all sure he was, but her face, those eyes warm with anticipation and desire . . . that was nothing that he had ever thought he would see, and nothing he was prepared to resist. "Hai. I . . . please."

The smile broadened, and she leaned in to give the head of his cock one more kiss before opening her mouth wide and dropping forward halfway down his shaft. She could feel his shaft twitch between her lips, and heard him gasp, "Oh, god!" Her lips sealed around his cock, sucking powerfully for a moment before she started to move, sliding her lips and tongue around and up and down his cock.

One of her hands went to his balls, fondling them gently while she worked up and down his shaft with her mouth. The hand in her hair clenched, and she was certain that he was fighting mightily not to explode. She considered pausing for a moment, but decided that even if she didn't he would be able to master himself. And, well, even if he couldn't she didn't mind. So Amaya kept moving, her mouth dipping lower and lower and taking more and more of his shaft into her mouth.

There was a moment when he thought he really would just cum in her mouth. The feel of her lips closing over his cock, the wanton way she sucked on it, it was almost too much. He could feel it, ready to flood her mouth, and god, he wanted to. But even though she would forgive him, he would never forgive himself - he was a Quincy, he could endure even this intense, amazing pleasure. "Amaya-san, you feel so g-good, can't believe . . . can't believe this!"

 

[Armphid]

The hand in his hair was pulling painfully but he didn't care. This was worth it. Two of his fingers plunged in and out of her pussy while he tongued her clit madly. Isamu felt her body shuddering again and again as he refused to relent and sent her running into another orgasm almost on top of the first. Then another on top of that. Her cunt gushed and quivered against his face and he could feel her hot fluids running over his lower face.

Nemu's eyes had rolled up towards the back of her head and her mouth lolled open. "AHh, ahhh! TaaakeeuchiIII!" She couldn't believe, never imagined, she could feel so much all at once. She was glad for the barrier he'd cast; otherwise her shrieks would have brought attendants running. She'd had her body set aflame before literally but she now understood the figurative expression. She was burning in and with pleasure; blazing through her from her soaked snatch. "Ohh, ohh, H-hai, hhaaiiii! Lick me, suck me, make me scream!"

He caught her clit between his teeth and squeezed and she howled. Her back arched and she rose up off of him, beads of sweat flying off of her tits as they bounced, her sex flooding him once more. Nemu's back bent as she lifted up, almost a half moon as she hung above him for a few moments, now fully up on her knees. Her eyes closed and she tumbled back down to lay atop him; her limbs limp.

Isamu licked his lips, his nose and mouth already full of her strangely but pleasantly herbal taste. Had he overdone it? "Nemu-san? I'm sorry...I may have gotten a little carried away. But you tasted so good and I wanted...to really impress you, really please you." She was silent for several long seconds, just lying there with her chest heaving and her eyes closed. "Are you all right?"

She rolled off of him to the left on the bed weakly. Nemu lay there panting and then lifted her head. Her green eyes were hazy and seemed to glow in the aftermath of her rapid climaxes and her lips were smiling; not the flitting, fleeting smile he'd seen before. It was small but steady and sweetly heartfelt. "You win the challenge."

He laughed and scooted back on the bed enough to sit up with her back against the frame at the head of it. "I think we both won, Nemu-san."

"Perhaps. You won the challenge but I feel the victor." She moved again to slowly sit back up to a kneeling position beside his legs, turning to face him. "I have felt pleasure from a lover's mouth before, quite good and enjoyable, but never so...raw. So fierce. Overwhelming."

"Fierce is what I do, Nemu-san. Sometimes."

"And sometimes you are gentle. And sometimes you were both, as you just were." She nodded, "It is a curious combination but not without merit." Nemu reached out and took hold of his cock; standing half erect. Her mouth was again neutral but her eyes smiled as he gasped and she felt him start to swell to full potency in her hand. "You have recovered." She started to pump him, her soft hand making his cock grow and throb. "This is good; I....I wanted it but I feel I need it now. So empty...and only this unruly, big gaijin cock can fill me."

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It was pure bliss and pure torture all at once. Uryuu's body was stiff and his cock pulsed in her mouth and seemed to almost be pouring out pre-cum. He was holding on but it was hard, so hard! It felt good, good, no, good wasn't enough of a word. Great wasn't enough. He didn't know if there was a word enough for the sinful joy of her skilled, eager mouth sucking on his dick with happy abandon.

Amaya cooed and hummed as she gobbled his pride over and over. She was impressed with this handsome, noble, bold, deeply vulnerable and repressed boy. She was sure he'd shoot almost at first and then a few more times since she'd stared but he was holding firm. Such will! And so misguided! She'd love to feel that pretty cock spasm and spew in her mouth and fill it with her seed; open her mouth to show him her load before she gulped it down. She was also proud of her skill; she could make any man cum with a blowjob!

She picked up her pace; her lips tight around his thick shaft as she bobbed her head up and down. His spit slicked length glistened as it slid in and back over and over again. Her hand pumped his balls as if to milk the cum right out of them. Amaya looked up at him through her lashes; fixing his eyes with her own, knowing this would help drive him over the edge.

Uryuu let out a fresh groan as her sweet eyes seemed to beg him to orgasm, pleading for his release. His breathing grew ragged and rougher, his body started to tremble. He bit his lower lip, his eyes starting to screw shut, and then he let out a rough cry and threw himself away from her. "Ahh! N-not yet!"

Amaya let out a startled gagging squeal as his length abruptly slithered out of her and left her lips parted, a long strand of spit connecting them to his dick. She blinked. Had he just...what the hell? "Ishida-kun...I don't understand. It felt good, I know it felt good! I wanted you to cum!" She glared at him cutely. "Damn it, I want your jizz right now!"

Uryuu shuddered and stumbled back against the wall, sagging against it. The force of her desire and her fury over his interruption was stunning and the most flattering thing he'd ever been exposed to. "G-gomen, Amaya-san, I...I didn't mean to...to deny you. I felt...I was about to...but..."

"But what?" She shook her head, "Ishida-kun, it's okay! I like it. I really like it. I won't feel bad or debased or anything...except in a good way, of course!"

"I...don't understand that." He took in a few deeper breaths and then blushed. "Amaya-san, I would love to...to cu-climax i-in your mouth." It was so hard to say these things! She made it seem so easy. "But...it's silly but the first time I...I do that with a woman, I want to be...inside."

 

[HookerBoots]

Isamu growled and tugged her over to straddle him. "I'll give it to you, then!" He kept his hands on her hips, feeling the wetness of her pussy pressing against his stomach. "So fucking hot to hear you talk like that," he murmured, stroking his hands over her curves, fondling her amazing breasts. "So reserved, but then telling me how much you need my thick gaijin dick filling you! Such a dirty slut, Nemu-san!"

She laughed, a sound that was rarely heard. "I am, I suppose," she said with a smile. Her hand was behind her, still stroking his cock. "But it is all true, and," her lower lip caught between her teeth, "I do not think I can wait for it any longer." Nemu shifted her body back, letting his cock go for a moment until she was kneeling over his shaft. Her long fingers gripped it again, holding the thick, hard shaft steady, just barely pressing against her hot, dripping cunt. "Mmmm, that feels incredible," she moaned, just before she dropped herself down onto it.

As she impaled herself on his cock, Isamu gasped. God, she was tight and hot and so wet! Her pussy was still sopping wet from his oral ministrations, and wrapped tightly enough around him that he wondered if she could take all of him. But her eyes were closed in ecstasy, those glorious tits thrust out towards him, and one hand rested on his chest, feeling his heartbeat.

Her hips went up a bit, then dropped down again, sliding her pussy farther down his shaft and drawing a hungry whimper from her. "Feels so big . . . spreading me open, god, filling me up!" Nemu's hands covered his and drew them up, guiding his hands to her tits. "Touch me, please," she whispered, shifting her hips again and drawing a gasping moan from both of them. She started to move, fucking herself up and down on his shaft slowly until she had him fully inside of her.

~ ~ ~ ~​

There was a heartbeat where Amaya processed what he was saying, and then she blinked. "Oh! Oh. Well, I suppose I can't be mad about that." She smiled and stood up, holding out a hand to him. "In that case, why don't we do what we both want?"

He swallowed hard and took her hand, feeling a strange sort of wonder at the ease of the contact. She made it seem so easy, so simple to do this, to touch and be touched. Uryuu followed her to the other part of the room where her futon was. He felt nerves, his lack of experience making him doubt if this was a good idea. She was so . . . and he wasn't . . . . A part of his mind told those doubts to shut up; she knew he was inexperienced, that was the whole point! And what kind of fool would he be to stop now?

Amaya laid back on her futon, breasts high and plush, her legs spread wide. He looked so delicious, hesitant and admiring, and still hard as a steel rod. Licking her lips, Amaya beckoned to him. "Please, Ishida-kun," she said, her eyes hot and hungry. "Please, let me feel you."

"What man could refuse such a request?" he asked, almost reflexively. He knelt between her legs, sliding his hands up their length. Her skin was so smooth, the muscles firm and sleek. And she was there, real and warm and willing! But still he hesitated. This was . . . big, such an important thing, and he'd always thought, hoped that . . . well. It wasn't going to be that way, he knew that. But did that mean he should . . . however much he wanted this, wasn't it still just using her?

The struggle showed on his face, and Amaya raised an eyebrow. So serious, and always wanting to believe his own doubts. He needed a push, and she thought she had a good idea of where to push. "You know," she said, one hand massaging her breasts, "I'm pretty sure that Kurosaki hasn't been with someone yet." Her other hand slipped between her legs, spreading the petals of her sex open. "So please, give that cock to me. Put it in my pussy and fuck me!"

 

[Armphid]

Isamu's eyes closed for a few moments as he just let himself feel the swarm of wonderful sensations that came from being inside of a woman. He and Amaya were both too busy and too worried for anything of the sort since before Rukia had been returned and this whole mess started, which was a considerable dry spell for the two of them. And considering how close he'd been to death, there was a serious question as to whether he'd have ever felt this again. There was a fleeting regret that it wasn't Amaya but they'd be together soon. And fuck, did it feel incredible. Alive.

He opened his wolf's eyes and gave the large breasts in his hands a squeeze, "Nemu-san, you feel fucking fantastic." Her own green orbs where half lidded and she was making soft, breathy noises as she sat and shifted on his member. Isamu pushed his hips up and her eyes fluttered open, the lieutenant gasping and then a feathery sigh coming from her as he rotated his hips and stirred her sex with his cock.

"Hnn! Isamu-san, this..ah, is already, nearly meeting my projections." She knew he was well above average in physical dimensions but the tactile experience was even headier than anticipated. "You, mmm, are stretching me considerably...and I am enjoying it thoroughly."

He chuckled and groaned as her cunt squeezed his rod; the usually melancholy woman flexing her inner muscles. "Ah! Glad you're pleased but that's not enough. I don't "meet projections," I wreck them."

Before she could speak again, his hands gave her breasts a harder squeeze and he drove his hips upward with a fierce thrust. Whatever she'd been going to say became a squeal as he pulled back and then rocked up again. Nemu moaned and Isamu growled as he pistoned up into her; his upstrike filling her and lifting her up on his dick, only for her to drop deliciously back down. "Fuck, yes! Damn, Nemu-san, feels so fucking good! And you look so hot, so fucking perfect on top of me; my dick spreading your hot little pink nice and wide."

"Hya, ha, hai," she gasped. Nemu felt surprised delight at his taking control, his bouncing her up and down on his thickness with his raw strength. It was delicious and delightful, oh, she liked this! "Fuck me good, Isamu-san, loving being, ahhN! Bounced on this big dick!"

A throaty chuckle escaped him and he slid his hands down her body, one taking hold on her hip as he began to move faster and harder yet. Her tits jiggled and bounced as their bodies met with a fleshy slapping sound, sending her up higher on his prick before she slid down with gloriously wet friction. The other hand rested just above her sex and shifted to angle his thumb down, "I want to feel you cum on me, Nemu-san. That hot, sweet little cunt of yours clenching down on me and gushing." His thumb started to tap and press on her clit, matching each upward thrust. "Then you'll need to take over, Nemu baby. Before, ohh fuck, before I cum again I want you to cream riding my dick."

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Uryuu felt a twitch go through him when she mentioned Ichigo. It was true. He could, would, beat Kurosaki to becoming a man. Not that he would speak of it or brag, he would never so such a thing about this matter...though if the lout brought it up, he may not be able to help himself. But he would know. And that was something in and of itself.

It was also rank manipulation and even he knew it. But it was expertly done and followed by by action and offer so sexual and blatant that the shock to his sense of propriety made it even sexier, even better. "Hai, Amaya-san. Gomen for keeping you waiting."

He was proud there was barely any tremor in his voice. One of his hands moved to take hold of his manhood; it was rock hard and throbbed in his grip, having none of the doubts his heart did. The hand on her perfect thigh trembled ever so slightly, betraying the weight of the moment and his nerves. His breath caught as he moved forward more and the head of his cock came into contact with her wet pinkness. "Ohhh, it's...it's so hot, feels so welcoming."

"Ahh," she cooed, "it feels big and hard, I can't wait. Enter me, Ishida-kun, wait until you feel that; even hotter, even better, my whole body aching and welcoming your beautiful manly cock."

He couldn't answer that; not in words. Instead his eyes found her face and then he pushed his hips forward. His normally cool blue eyes widened in shock as raw and primal sensation like he'd never known rocked through him. He drew in a rough breath and shuddered even as he sank his young dick into her. So-so much! So hot! So tight! So wet! So slick but holding so snug! And it all, all, gave him so much feeling, such pleasure! He was barely aware of the awed moan that escaped him as he stared down into her lovely face, his body moving of its own accord to open her as fully as he could, his first thrust long and hard and driving every inch of him into her. "I...I...I'm in. In, and it feels, feels too good for words, nothing I can say...oh, oh, Amaya-san," he half-moaned, half-chanted.

 

[HookerBoots]

Nemu's breathing was ragged as she moved her hips a bit, getting the feel the rhythm he'd started. "H-hai, Isamu-san," she breathed, her fingers flexing a little. This was beyond her projected results, these feelings, this amazing sensation! As Nemu started to bounce up and down, filling her body over and over with his cock, she felt herself giving in to the feelings that stirred in her.

It was easy and pleasurable to match his rhythm, to use her body to please them both. Her legs worked smoothly, sliding her body up and down on his cock, and stopping every few bounces to twist her hips, stirring his cock in her pussy. "Mmm, fuck, yes," she gasped, her eyelids fluttering at the feel of it. "Such a big dick, thick hard gaijin meat stirring up my pussy! Amazing, incredible fucker!"

Isamu would have laughed at the way she was talking, the words sounding so foreign in her cool voice. But she felt too fantastic on his cock, those long, smooth legs sliding her up and down and around, sending every curve on her into beautiful motion. And it was flattering to think that he'd been able to make her talk that way, the cool, reserved lieutenant. "Nemu-san, fuck! That's so good, baby, take what you want from me, take your pleasure!"

His thumb was flickering over her clit, pressing and sliding over the sensitive pearl and making her gasp. "Ahh! Ah! Yes, keep - keep going," she stuttered, her hands bracing on the wall over his head and she started to grind down on him, feeling her own orgasm approaching. It had been a long time since she had experienced more than one in an evening, and this . . . this was going to be a big one.

Isamu lifted his head a bit, capturing one of her nipples, dangling overhead like the most tempting fruit, in his mouth and starting to suckle on it. His thumb pressed firmly on her clit, and he could feel her pussy tense. Her back arched again, driving his cock further into her and she cried out, her eyes squeezing shut as she came. "AhhhhHHHHH! Shit, fucking hell!" Her cunt gushed around him, flooding his cock with her juices and throbbing around his shaft as though her body were trying to draw his cum out. He didn't stop playing with her clit, or moving his hips to keep her going a little longer.

~ ~ ~ ~​

Amaya gasped as he thrust into her, feeling the hard shaft slide into her wet pussy with ease. God, he felt amazing! Just the right size to fill without stretching too much, long enough that it didn't feel like a tease, but not so long that it was uncomfortable. "Ahh, that's . . . fuck, that's wonderful," she breathed as he moaned her name. "Ishida-kun, you feel so good inside me, such a fantastic feeling!"

One of her hands stroked his chest, gently encouraging, as one of her legs wrapped around his waist, both of them letting out a moan as the motion pulled them more tightly together. Amaya looked up at him, delighted at the unadulterated look of shocked pleasure on his face. "You . . . magnificent boy," she purred. "But I suppose I shouldn't say that - you're no boy now." She could feel him tremble, and licked her lips as she looked at him. "Give it to me," Amaya not-quite ordered, "thrust into me, let me feel your passion."

He looked down at her, a little stunned by her desire for him, and by the revelation. He wasn't a boy any longer, he was a man. And he wanted to give her what she wanted, to fill her body over and over with his cock, with his seed. "Yessssss," he hissed, one hand gripping her hip and pulling back slightly before slamming his hips forward again. "F-f-fuck, Amaya-san, never imagined . . . it would feel like this!" He leaned forward and braced a hand on the futon near her head, leaning over her.

Her arms went around him, wrapping under his arms and around to his back, feeling the muscles there move as he started to thrust into her. She met his movements, lifting her hips to meet his with every thrust to get him even further into her. "Ooooh, yes, just like that," she cooed, grinding her hips against his for a moment before letting him pull back. As much as she wanted him to cum, wanted to feel that, she was also curious about how long he would be able to hold back. He'd been close earlier, and while her cocksucking skills were excellent, she knew her pussy was better. And with a cock like the one buried in her cunt, she could feel herself getting wetter by the second. "Fuck, stirring up my pussy so good," she whimpered, pushing her hips up to his again and again, taking the length of him over and over. "Knew you were a quick study, just didn't know you'd be such an amazing fuck!"

 

[Armphid]

"That's it, Nemu-san, let if all out. Just feel it and express it, for fucking once in your life," he said. Isamu continued to thrust up into her and his thumb was rubbing on her clit now, fast and hard.

She continued to buck on top of him; smaller bursts following after the fireball of sensation that had brought her to wildly scream and swear like a sex drenched slut. Which she was at the moment, true, but for her to feel enough of anything to act like it was an accomplishment. She smiled down at him, one hand tangling in his hair as he continued to suckle at her breast, "When I am captain, I think, hhnn, I think I will request you be transferrrrred to Squad 12. Ohhh, I'll find such uses for you!"

Fuck. That idea was disturbing and disturbingly hot all at once. Isamu groaned out as she began to bounce herself on him faster now, with shallow, strokes. She went on, "Have, ahhhn, you start every day, hh, giving me your hot, ahhn, fresh protein! Keep you, huhhn, on call to fuck me at any time of day! L-lieutenant in name, ahh, sex slave in duty!" It was meant to be erotic talk but part of her did like the idea. She'd have to limit her experiments on him though; she was genuinely fond of him, as much as she was of anyone.

He groaned into her tit. Why was that turning him on so much? Fuck, the thought of bending her over a desk and ramming her from behind! Of being under her research station feasting on her pussy while she worked! Feeding her his cum every morning and night, shooting it right into her mouth!

He pulled his head off her breast and cried out, "God! Nemu! San!" His hips jerked and his balls tightened. Moments later his cock throbbed and pulsed within her as packets of sperm surged up his length to fire into her waiting belly. Her sex seemed to squeeze and pull around him, milking him for more, and drawing every drop deep, deep into her very womb.

Nemu cooed out, her eyes closing as she started to slow her ride, drawing out his orgasm and easing them both into and down from the golden glow of release. "Oh, oh, yes, just what I wanted. Your cum in me, right in my womb, Isamu-san, I'll take it all in, every drop, and I will not, ohhhh, will not let a single cell go."

Not until she was back at the lab and could place her sample in the appropriate storage container. Though she wasn't done collecting tonight.

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Her words made him blush but he did not feel that almost paralyzing awkwardness that normally came when a woman praised him, let alone with such language and in such an...intimate setting. Was it that he was a man now? Had he changed so much so suddenly?

He could hardly believe he was good as she said. But she had no cause to lie. And oh, oh, she felt like heaven. This was better, far better than his occasional shameful fantasies and dirty dreams.

He was panting as he thrust himself into her over and over, her leg keeping him in even when he pulled out as far as it would allow and then helping to drive him into her. Her pussy, fuck he'd just thought of it that way, her pussy seemed to somehow be a hand and a glorious tunnel all at once. Somehow he was sure she was stroking him with it.

He couldn't last long. Already, Uryuu felt his balls starting to tense and his body straining. He didn't want to stop. He wanted this to keep going. He didn't want to disappoint her; become the stereotypical joke male who came within moments.

But she felt so good. He'd never felt this good in his life.

"Amaya-san, g-gomen, I-I-" He wasn't sure what he would have said because in that next thrust, his discipline broke. "UHhahahhH!" He drove deep into her and pressed himself against her body, cradling her to him. His hips bucked and each movement came with a jet of his young cream into her body. Again, again, again, again, again he spurted bolts of thick, sticky jizz into her. Years of aching repression emptied over the course of a minute, so much it seemed almost impossible, painting her walls and filling her insides.

He felt so weak then. So light and yet so heavy. He felt wonderful...but also guilty. He should have lasted longer. Uryuu shuddered against her and felt a gnawing fear and shame in his stomach even in the midst of his primal joy. He hadn't been good enough. As if he ever could be.

As if he could ever not stain something. Or be fully happy.

 

[HookerBoots]

Nemu smiled down at him beatifically, her expression one of pure contentment mixed with a look of mischievousness that was surprising. She shifted her hips a bit, and he could feel the muscles there twitching and shifting a bit. Then, she leaned forward and kissed him, quite firmly, her breasts pillowing against his chest.

Her storage complete, she sighed happily and lifted herself off his shaft. "That was . . . well, I'm sure you can guess, quite excellent." Nemu knelt beside him, looking as prim as a naked woman who had just had a load of cum poured into her could. One hand traced over his chest, fingers sliding over the shiny scar tissue. "I am content to wait for a bit until you are ready to fill me again."

Isamu smiled up at her, one hand sliding up and down her side. "I don't think you'll have to wait too long, Nemu-san." He was still half-hard, actually, and every time he thought about her 'offer', he could feel his cock twitch. The spirit was willing, but the . . . well, that wasn't apt, was it, as they were all spirit here. He still would need some time, no matter; even with the heady enticement of her bare body there, he was still not at full health. Close, but not quite. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her down onto the bed next to him.

She went easily, a slightly startled look on her face as she nestled into his side. Her head rested on his shoulder, and she smiled a bit. "This is unexpected, but quite pleasant." Nemu threw one of her legs over his, one arm laying across his chest. "You are quite pleasing to be next to in this fashion."

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Amaya felt herself crest when he started to shoot his load into her. Fuck! So damn sexy, so hot to think about the fact that this was the first time he'd ever cum with someone, the first load of cream he'd ever given a woman. She couldn't help herself, her body throbbing around his shaft as it flooded her with his seed. Her back arched as she creamed, breasts pressing firmly against him as she met his cry with her own.

They both came down, and she was almost aglow with the feeling of it. But he seemed to be conflicted. Thank god she had experience with this sort of thing. Her arms wrapped around him, and her cradled him to her. "That was . . . magnificent," she breathed, one hand stroking over his back. "Ishida-kun, you were wonderful."

He looked at her, eyes wide with worry and wonder. "I - I was? But I . . . it wasn't . . . it couldn't have been. The stereotype of men who . . . you didn't . . . did you?" He seemed worried, but couldn't really get up to steam with it; it was hard to get a very good cycle of worry going when you've just had the most amazing experience of your life.

She smiled at him, rolling them over to be facing him. One hand went to his cheek, brushing a strand of hair from his sweat-slicked skin. "I did. Truly. And it was, frankly, excellent for someone who had experience." Leaning in Amaya, pressed her lips to his in a warm, caring kiss. "And if you want a chance to do better . . ." she gave him a wicked grin, "well, let's say I did clear your visit with your healers for the entire night."

The amazement doubled. She had planned to do this, to . . . be with him multiple times. The healers knew?! There was a lot of process, but his mind caught on to one thing. "You did? You . . . c-came?"

Amaya nodded, pressing her forehead to his. "I did. And since I expect that since you just let loose 18 years of repressed impulses, you may need a bit of time to get hard again, I have a few suggestions for how we can, ah, broaden your education in other ways." She guided one of his hands to her hip and around to grip her ass.

~ ~ ~ ~​

A sleek head popped up over the bottom of the window and peered in. Yoruichi had been meaning to check up on both Kuragari and Takeuchi - she knew where he was, of course, but this was the first night she'd sensed the girl in her room and awake at this hour. Her eyes traveled over the room - tea set out for two, and snacks. A wooden box, a sheaf of papers, and . . . a pile of clothes.

Her eyes slid to the futon, and she blinked. "Huh," she breathed, studying the two figures there. Ishida? She wouldn't have expected him to be the pink-haired bombshell's type, but it was good. Maybe he'd lighten up now that he'd gotten some release. The hand that was on Amaya's rear squeezed gently, and she grinned. Definitely going to lighten up.

Turning her head, she said in a stage whisper, "Soi Fon! Come here, you've got to see this!"

 

[Armphid]

Isamu smiled and gave her a squeeze, "Never had any complaints from those who stayed for it." Not all of his lovers had; Rukia and Isane standing out in particular. Isane's reasons...well, he wasn't sure they were what they once were. Rukia had just never wanted to let him, anyone maybe, be that close to her. As much as she longed for closeness, she was also afraid of it. Maybe the Kurosaki kid could finally get her over it...

He then gasped as Nemu reached out pinched one of his nipples hard, "Ow! What the hell, Nemu-san?"

She was looking at him with that blankly neutral expression she often wore. "You are thinking about things other than fucking me. This is unacceptable." The lushly curved shinigami moved her hand from his chest down and took hold of his cock, causing him to draw in a hissing breath. "I require more from you tonight."

"Fuck," he growled, "You saying it like that shouldn't be a turn on."

"Yet it is and it is so. I require more from you and I will not be denied." Her green eyes looked at him and he thought he saw a flicker of amusement in their depths. "Unless this is all you are capable of."

"Not by a long shot." Damn it, she was playing him. He knew it. And she knew he knew it. But he couldn't help but respond to that. Her stroking his dick was helping too, to be fair. "By the time you leave, Nemu-san, I'll have that belly swollen with my seed."

"That is what I desire." She kissed and nuzzled at his neck as she felt his manhood throb and pulse in her hand. It was swelling again; stiffening and firming under her hand. Not much more now. Nemu slowly sat up and nodded towards the head of the bed. "Move back more and sit up. Close your eyes."

Isamu gave her a questioning look but in answer she just gave him a ghost of a smile and swirled her palm over the head of his rod. He shuddered and drew in a breath, "All right, Nemu-san." He scooted back, shifting upright as he did so, until his back was against the bars that made up the utilitarian headboard of the hospital bed. He closed his eyes.

For a few moments, there was nothing. Then he heard her move before he felt her lips on his cock. Isamu moaned as she peppered it with kisses and then licked up along the sensitive underside, "Don't look." Another long lick and a third, then he heard more movement and her mouth was gone. The bed creaked softly, the mattress flexing, sheets rustling and then it was still. "Now you may look."

He opened his eyes and they went wide. "Oh...damn, Nemu-san. That's a hell of a sight."

"I am pleased at your reaction." She was facing away from him on the bed, straddling his legs, on all fours, her legs spread wide apart and her hips shifted to push her ass up high into the air. He had a perfect view of her wet snatch; lips slightly parted and her sweet hole still a bit agape from the sultry, savage use of barely ten minutes ago. "Please, I want you again. I need you again. Take me from behind, like a wanton thing, a beast. Fuck me like an animal."

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Uryuu felt a thrill at the feel of her ass under his fingers. It felt so like and yet unlike the plush wealth of her breasts. He squeezed and massaged with his long, clever fingers. "Wh-what were you thinking of, Amaya-san?"

She smiled and leaned in to just feather her lips over his and then back. "First...I'll need to clean up and give you a little show. You stay right here, you pretty young thing."

He blushed as she stood and stepped away but there was a shy smile on his face. Did she really think such things about him? Of course, he wasn't sure he should like being called pretty...but he did when she said it. He watched her as the staggeringly buxom woman walked to a wall closet, his eyes moving over her body as it swayed in a fashion that was wholly lewd and yet somehow was elegant. She did have an incredible figure. This...this wasn't unlike what Orihime would look like, the thought struck him suddenly and he stiffened in more ways than one.

"Ara, looks like you need less time than I thought." Amaya smiled as she came back and lay down a large fully towel next to the futon. Large was short selling it a bit; it was almost big enough to be a blanket for an adult but it was clearly fuzzy, thick toweling. "Or maybe you just noticed."

He blinked, "Uh, noticed?" She grinned and pointed at her pussy. He looked and tilted his head, unsure of what she was indicating. Then his breath hissed into him as he saw it. A steady stream of white, streaky, greasy fluid sliding down her right leg. That was...was.."It's...my..."

"It is. And it feels so nasty and sooo good doing that!" She beamed and then sat down on the towel before leaning back on her elbows to look at him; legs apart and knees bent to let him see her sex. "Now, I'm going to teach you something that will make any woman you're with yours, even if just for that night. And most will want to come back to you for more, again and again, if you get good at it." He was nodding and she could tell he was listening, even if his eyes were fixed on her slit as his load oozed from it. "Even better, a lot of guys won't even consider doing it, so it'll be a rare skill and you'll seem super generous for even wanting to do it. But first..." She'd love it but trying to make him eat her inseminated snatch was a bit much for his first time.

She grunted and flexed her kegel muscles, cooing as her pussy worked and then sighed as she felt that slippery release. More of him came gushing out of her in a semi-frothy torrent of their mingled cum. She pumped her hips a bit with the flexing and more and more of him worked out. Amaya could hear his breathing picking up and she couldn't help but smirk. After a few minutes, she took one of the ends of the towel and went at her sex to finish cleaning it. "There."

Amaya smiled, "Normally, I'd love to have your cum in me all night. But I need to be clean for this lesson. Don't worry, you'll give me more tonight, I just know it."

He gulped, "I...I want to, very much. But...this lesson is first?"

"Uh huh." She grinned, "You almost blew when I was sucking your cock, didn't you, Ishida-kun? It took aaaall your will not to feed me a tasty treat." He was blushing again but he nodded. "Well, for girls, it can feel even better to have a mouth down there. If a guy knows what he's doing."

"My mouth? Down...on your...ah. I...I see."

She felt a moment's hesitation. "If you don't want to, I won't make you. But I meant when I said. You'll turn women into goo, have them eating out of the palm of your hand...even her, if you get the chance."

He licked his lips. "N-no, please don't mistake my...my lack of familiarity with all this for disgust or reluctance. I...I have, ah, heard about this, and I have wondered, I mean..." Uryuu took a breath, "What I mean is that...I would like to. Teach me, onegai."

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"Yoroichi-sama." Soi Fon's voice was a hiss of scandalized interest. "Should we really be watching them?" It was not displeasing. Far from it and perhaps that was what disturbed her the most. She was enjoying watching them and enjoying it more for doing it with her goddess. "It's...it's unseemly, what they're doing."

Yoruichi grinned, "Yeah, that's what makes it so fun." She looked her former, and seemingly current, subordinate over. She was tense but not in the usual way. Her grin grew. That girl! If she'd just let herself live a little! "I thought you were enjoying it."

"I-!" She sat up quickly, so much so that both of them then crouched down below the window sill out of concern that her swift, sudden movement would drawn the eyes of those inside. "I...whether I do or not, it's not what I, what we should be doing. Your station, Yoruichi-sama, you must consider it."

"Oh, please." The dark skinned beauty looked up again and shifted her hips as she watched the pink haired vixen start to instruct the slender boy in the art of cunnilingus. Mmm. She glanced at Soi Fon again. "Maybe you're right though. I can think of something better to do." She rose, "Come on, Soi Fon. We're going."

The tiny captain rose and followed without a second thought. "Where?"

"Somewhere private. I developed a very interesting and powerful technique while I was away. I want to demonstrate it. I'll teach it to you even, afterward, if you like."

 

[HookerBoots]

As he looked at her, Isamu could feel his cock swell even more. Such nasty words from such a lovely, serene woman . . . how could any man resist? "As you command, fukutaicho," he said, shifting to his knees. His hands moved over her hips and ass, caressing her skin and sliding over the smooth curves. "God, you feel amazing. You know," he said, slipping a finger over her exposed pussy, "I always used to wonder what was under your uniform."

She gasped at the touch, even though she had mostly been expecting it. "Mmmm, you seem to be pleased with the discovery," Nemu breathed, her head turning to look at him over her shoulder. "I had wondered a similar thing myself, though of course I knew what the general arrangement would be." She had also been more than pleased to discover that her suspicions had been right - he was one of the finest specimens in the Gotei 13, and tonight he was hers. She wiggled her ass at him. "I may be becoming impatient."

He laughed lightly, sliding his finger over her slit a little faster. "I can tell. Already so wet and hot." He took his hand away, gripping his cock with it now and positioning the head of his shaft at her entrance. "I'll give you want you want, Nemu-san," he said in a low, rough voice. She wanted him to fuck her like an animal, really wanted that? He'd give her exactly what she wanted. One hand went to her hips again to steady her body, and he pushed forward, filling her fully with his first thrust.

They both cried out, feeling the incomparable sensation of that thick shaft spreading those tight, sweet lips. Nemu's fingers were tangled in the sheets, clenching tightly as she moaned. "Yesss," she gasped, biting her lower lip. "Just like that, fuck me, fill me, breed me!"

~ ~ ~ ~​

Amaya took a brief moment too look around while he laid down. She'd felt like there was someone there, watching, for a moment. But there was no one there, and frankly, if it was someone capable of keeping her from sensing them, she probably wouldn't be able to do shit about it. The punishment force was capable, certainly, but the fact that neither of them had been arrested meant . . . well, either she'd been wrong, or they had other things to do tonight. So she beamed down at her eager student. "So. I certainly don't know if your dream girl shaves, or what have you. I do, because I like the way it looks and feels."

He murmured, "I don't see how you can think you wouldn't be any man's dream girl, Amaya-san," then blushed. She was luscious, and had a face that was innocent and sweet as a counterpoint to stir all kinds of emotions. And he was here, between her legs, able to see . . . everything.

To his surprise, she blushed as well. "That's . . . thank you." One of her hands stroked his hair with affection. "You really could be neck-deep in girls if you wanted, you know." She shook her hand. "Anyway. The point being, don't be surprised if some day you head down there and there's some hair. You're smart, you know that." Amaya put her hand between her legs, spreading her labia. "You can touch any part of it."

Uryuu stretched out a shaking hand and stroked his fingers lightly over the slick folds of her sex. He hated that tremor in his hand, that sign of nerves that he knew were foolish - he'd just done the unthinkable with her, and he was nervous about touching her? Stupid. But the feel of the smoothness there, the hot wetness that slicked the pink skin, her pleased coo of encouragement drove the shame of it away. "It feels . . . amazing."

Amaya nodded, licking her lips. He was good with his hands, no question, and she was happy to feel his hesitancy disappear as he went. "Mmm, yes. There are two parts that are important." One finger pointed to her clit. "You've heard about the clit. That's what this is." His finger slid over it, experimentally, and she gasped sharply, letting the breath out in a pleased sigh. "Very sensitive, very capable of reducing a girl to a quivering mass of jelly." Her finger moved down to point to her entrance. "This is where, well, things go in."

He saw the opening, though it was small. His cock had been there, had fit, had spread her body open for him . . . he groaned a bit as blood flowed to his cock at the memory. "Yes," he breathed, and shivered from the scent of her arousal washing over him now. "That's . . . god."

She grinned. "It's a little stretched now, because, well, we just had sex. But it's another good place to play when you're paying attention to a girl's body." She took her finger away. "Touching is good. You can touch me anywhere at all, even put your fingers inside if you want." His face reddened, and she wondered if he'd be brave enough to. Time would tell. "But when you're ready, you can do what you've been doing with your fingers with your tongue."

 

[Armphid]

God damn. For someone who was so demure and seemed emotionally dead, she knew hot to talk dirty. And how to push buttons. Hearing her asking to be filled was one thing, but to be bred. It touched something deep and primal in him. He knew the odds were astronomical as all female shinigami took birth control medication that put the human world's to shame and that was assuming that Nemu even had reproductive capability given her...unique origin. But the idea was sexy as hell.

He growled low in his throat as he pulled back, Nemu letting out a soft whine as he did so. He drilled in hard; once more smashing all of his length into her at once. She rocked forward from the force of it, her braid whipping forward, her tits swaying. "Damn right," he answered. Isamu began to ream her hard but slow; almost fully removing his dick before slamming back into her core. "Fuck you like a bitch in heat, breed you like a prize purebred." Wasn't she in a way? That was a weird fucking thought.

"Hahhh, hai," she moaned, "Fuck me, fuck me hard, harder, faster, onegai!" She let out a triumphant cry as he started to drill into her faster, his strokes a bit shorter, "Ahh! Like that! Hai! And more, more, however you want! Then cum in me, put your seed in me, oh spoil my purity with your mongrel jizz!"

Fuck, that was so wrong! He should feel bad even hearing it but damn if it didn't make his cock throb! Isau leaned over her, hands coming down on either side of hers, her chest against her back, his hips pumping with feral grace and power to pound in again, again, again, again, and again. "That's how it is, huh? Nemu-san wants to be captain, have me as her lieutenant, just fucking her over and over until she's swollen with my child. I'll run the squad while you spend all your time knocked up and tending our bastards, fucking make you the mother of a new breed of shinigami!"

...Where the hell had that come from? Did he need counseling?

Nemu shrieked and writhed under him and he felt her cunt clench down and flutter on his shaft as she creamed, "AHhHH! HAI! OhnnnHHN!" She trembled and shook and her hot leavings rushed over his gentials and down her thighs. Such a thought! The power of it! Such a fantasy, a dream! "Yes, an honroed, cahh, captain, always with a belly full of either your cum or your offspring, reporting in disgrace, everyone knowing but no one speaking of my shame!" She whimpered again, "I'd, hnn, help you with others, your cock and cum taking, claiming, impregnating one officer after another!" She could see it in her mind's eye-so dirty and so wanton! "Kuragari, Unohana, Matsumoooto, Soi Fon, all of them! And more!"

Isamu shook his head over her; this was going a bit far and a bit crazy for him. But it was all just dirty talk, all just sexy fantasies, right? "Fuck, you're one kinky girl, Nemu-san! Creaming from that!" He slammed into her again and then ground his hips, "Well, and from being fucked raw."

"Nn! Yes!" She tilted her had to look up at him, "More, onegai, fuck me harder, faster, more, until you cum! Oh, I want your cum so much! Do it, start making, ahhn, the fantasy real!"

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Uryuu didn't quite trust himself to speak just then, so he nodded. The female sex. The vagina. The pussy. The cunt. All words for it yet none that really captured it. Hers looked so different, somehow, that what he'd seen in his health textbook. It was strange, almost alien, but also beautiful. All the more for her offering it to him; showing him its' secrets. It was traditional to be ashamed; she should be telling him not to look. But the fact that she was urging him to, requesting him to touch her, to taste her, was a marvel. He should judge her as a fallen woman for this...but she was beyond that and far more than could be judged by the narrow views of traditional Japanese sexuality.

He took a step forward, not physically, but mentally and psychologically then. The true implications would not be felt for some time but that moment as well as what had come before and after this night would mark a deep change in Uryuu Ishida.

His clever fingers probed and explored the pink purity of her flesh. He stroked over her lisp and under them as well, fingertips slipping around and over her entrance but not dipping in. Not yet. He let them slide lightly over her clitoris and the way she hitched her breath made him feel a surge of manful pride.

Her smell was filling his nose. It was pungent and musky; he could see how some fools would describe it as fishy or unpleasant in their ignorance and lack of taste. But to his senses it was a pure if primal perfume of welcoming passion. He wondered for a moment; did she smell the same?

Uryuu licked his lips and lowered his face further. His breath rushed over the wet pinkness and he heard her coo softly. Then he experimentally reached out with his tongue and flipped the tip over her entrance. Amaya gasped and her hips rocked slightly. His eyes were wide...such power...and he thought he liked the taste.

Best to be certain.

His tongue ran up and down her labia before pushing past them and exploring the flesh beneath. He ran it up, down, around, tasting and feeling her sex to the fullest. Uryuu ran the tip over the ring of her vagina, the heat from it alluring and even a bit daunting. Then he slid his tongue into her and moaned as he felt her inner walls embrace him and tasted a barrage of flavors, felt a texture unlike any he'd known before. He started to move from side to side, feeling her tunnel. This...this was where his cock had been only minutes ago. Should that disturb him? That he now had his tongue there? Perhaps...it didn't. Was that good?

Uryuu pulled his tongue out and into his mouth, letting himself taste her juices more fully. "Amaya-san, it's...not like I had heard or thought. I...like it. How should I...?"

 

[HookerBoots]

As Nemu moaned and writhed beneath him, Isamu slammed his cock into her over and over, seeing the scenarios she'd outlined flash through his mind. Her bent over a workstation, taking his cock. Her, swollen with child, riding him until they both came. Amaya on her knees, in a line with Unohana and Rangiku, all of them covered in cum, with Nemu behind Amaya, fucking her pussy mercilessly.

He knew it was wrong, it wasn't typical, or even something he would normally consider, but the mental image was hotter than hell, and she was responding like crazy to the idea. He felt her working her interior muscles, milking him, and groaned. "Fuck! So close, Nemu-san, gonna give you another load of cream to fill this nasty cunt up!"

"Do it!" she cried, her hips thrusting back to meet his with wild abandon. "Fill me, flood my pussy, give me that cum!"

Isamu bellowed as he came, pulling her hips to his as he sent gouts of jizz into her waiting, hungry pussy. "Nemu-san! Fucking hell!" As the last shots of cream splashed inside her, he managed to keep himself up by sheer force of will. He felt immensely wonderful, and drained. He moved, tugging her back with him and to one side, keeping his cock in her without worrying that either of them would lose their balance and fall.

He nuzzled her hair, feeling the tickle of the strands that had worked loose from her braid with the exertions. "That was . . . a very hot fantasy," he said, trying to make it clear that he knew that's all it was - or perhaps making it clear to her that was all it had been. She . . . no one knew much about her, but she could be hard to read sometimes.

She nodded and looked over her shoulder at him. "It was. It is almost too bad I feel very kindly towards most of those women," she said with a small smile. Nemu moved, and they both sighed as they felt his cock slip out of her. She turned to face him, triggering the storage mechanism as she did so. "I am certain that now you will need some time to recover before filling me again. So I am content to be here with you, like this." She kissed him gently. "You are quite unusual, Isamu Takeuchi."

~ ~ ~ ~​

Amaya smiled down at him, her face lightly flushed from the job he'd been doing. "You were doing excellently," she said, giving his cheek a light caress. "Some people would tell you to act like you were eating an ice cream cone, or some other silly thing. Here's the key that I've found. Every woman is different, and every woman likes something different." His expression fell a bit, and she shook her head. "There's a way to tell. If she's gasping, or moaning, or whimpering, you're doing good."

He nodded. "That makes sense. I had thought it was like learning a formula, or an equation. It's more like writing an essay - you know the basics, but until you know the topic, you can't get going." His finger was still slipping over her pussy, occasionally brushing her clit, and when he realized that, he blushed.

"Exactly!" Her smile was like the sun coming up, and she nodded. "Now, I could tell you what I like, or you can figure it out." Her eyes twinkled, and Amaya shifted a bit so that her legs were a little wider. "You don't seem like the kind of person who likes an easy A, so . . . why don't you find out what gets me going, hm?"

It was sort of strange how this woman, who he never would have considered anything other than a bimbo upon first sight had such keen insight into him. And that she was willing, eager, to do these things with him . . . . Astonishing, nothing less. His gaze went back to her pussy, and he smiled a bit. He would have been glad to do exactly what she told him to, but it was better this way - he'd know he'd made her feel good on his own, had pleased a woman with his own skill.

His mouth went to her slick pinkness again, changing what he did from gentle, probing licks to firm, long strokes of his tongue - she was bold and not afraid, so would probably like him being more confident with his motions. The sound she made as the light rasp passed over her clit made his internal monitor nod - that was a good start.

 

[Armphid]

Isamu shrugged, "Story of my life is being unusual, Nemu-san. It's rarely been a good thing." She looked at him silently for what became a few minutes. He shifted uncomfortably, "Nemu-san?"

"Yes, I heard you. I was considering your statement." As well as trying to determine just how much of what he had said about their proposal was truly a fantasy to him and how far along that path he may be willing to go. She'd have to observe him more and grow closer to him to ascertain that. "I do not think it is accurate."

He smiled then, "You're such a sweet talker." Isamu kissed her forehead and she blinked at him in surprise and confusion. He felt a bit sad at that; that a gesture of simple affection was so baffling to her.

"Again, I do not think you are accurate."

He looked at her for a few moments and then just chuckled softly, his arms drawing her close and holding her tightly. "We can't all be perfect."

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More than once, he had thought he was perhaps using too much force with his tongue. It almost felt like he was mashing it against her wet center and lashing it over the swollen nub of her clit. But she had spoken no words or correction or change. The words she had used set his face aflame and made his rock hard manhood twitch.

"Uhh, oh, fuck," Amaya groaned. She had one hand stroking his head, urging him on. The kid was a natural! Fuck, if he eve got confident enough to approach her and get her to this point, he'd have the Inoue girl forgetting about Kurosaki in a heartbeat! Well, okay, maybe not. First love was strong and often stupid, as she knew very well. But he'd put some doubt in her, that was for sure! "Ohh, such, nn, a good, ahn! Good student!"

Uryuu flushed but his lips quirked with a proud smile. This...it felt good to do so, to please her this way. Her pleasure and her reactions made him feel...strong, proud, like a man. Like he'd felt as a Quincy. To devote himself to the pleasure of the woman he was with, was that much different that protecting the woman he was with as he had with Orihime?

Following her cues, he started to focus on her clit. He swung his tongue over and over, back and forth, slapping and slashing it with his wet, rasping muscle. Her cries grew more intense and she began to tense and wriggle. A foolish thought flitted through his mind; it was time to show her why he was the top of Class 1-A. He kept up his delicious torture of her pearl but he moved left hand to her sex as well. A long finger traced the ring of her opening before sinking into her.

"FUCK! Oh, oh, fuck, yes!" The pink haired woman's hips almost came up off the floor as she bucked and then let out a long sigh that was almost a wail. Shit! He really was a quick study! "Almost, ohhh, almost, please, don't stop, just, ahhh, a bit...muh-more!"

Uryuu started to pump his finger in and out of her snatch, trying to match the same frenetic pace he was using on her clit. Her breath hitched and then she rocked back and forth, "OhhhHHH! Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck, yessss!" On an impulse, he pulled his finger out and then thrust two back in hard. "FUCK! SHIT! YES!"

He was almost thrown back from her as her back arched, lifting her torso up off the ground and slamming her cunt into his pretty face. Her eyes were screwed shut and she trembled and shook as orgasm burst and swirled through her in a torrent of pleasure. Her juices flooded his mouth and he drank well of her. Amaya quivered and thrust her hips up again and again and again and then her body fell back to the towel and she lay still, panting.

Uyruu lifted his head, his face smeared with her cream. "Amaya-san...are you all right? I didn't do too much, did I?"

She shook her head, a dreamy smile on her face. "No. No, no, noooo. Oh, I want to keep you. You amazing kid. I can't believe you made me cum like that your first time eating pussy."

He flushed and his right hand moved to push his glasses up his nose, though of course they weren't there. "I...am fortunate to have an excellent teacher. And materials of surpassing quality."

She laughed, "I've never heard it described that way before. I like it." Amaya sat up slowly, still feeling the fading glow of sensation. "Ishida-kun...Uryuu-kun." She hoped she wasn't pushing it but she didn't think he'd be upset. "You can do that more later if you want. But right now, I really, really need your cock in me. Fuck, I need it so much."

He sat back blinking in surprise, "I...you...need it? Me?"

"Oh, fuck, I do. My pussy feels so hot and empty, it aches." She had moved to a kneeling position, her legs still spread wide apart. "Mmm, so, let's see...we did missionary last time. Do you want to do me doggie style? Maybe have me ride you cowgirl?" Maybe she'd just pick.

 

[HookerBoots]

After a few moments cuddling peacefully, Nemu slipped out of his arms and stood up. "Nemu-san? What's wrong?" Isamu pushed himself up onto one elbow, looking a bit concerned.

She looked over at him with that same ghost of a smile as she walked to where her clothes were. "I do enjoy the closeness, but my goal this night was to have you as many times as I could. If we are to fall asleep, I would prefer it happen after we have been together once more." She rifled through her uniform for a moment, then stood up.

He nodded. "I get that, but I really don't know that I'm going to be," it hurt to admit, but he'd only be disappointing both of them if he wasn't honest, "ready soon."

Nemu waved the vial gently. "This should take care of it. It is . . . something of my own development. It should give you more energy, feel revitalized." Inside the vial was a viscous green fluid, the color of new leaves in the spring.

That made him feel a little trepidation, but he took the offered vial and uncorked it. It smelled of flowers and basil and green things growing. "Not that I don't trust you, Nemu-san, but . . . how did you come up with this? Is it a modification of an existing healing drug?"

She shook her head. "It is a product completely of my own making." Nemu hesitated, then sighed. "I can trust you to be discreet, and I have referenced it enough. My . . . zanpakuto generates several pharmogenic compounds, with varying effects. This one replenishes energy and can heal some wounds." She gestured, encouraging him to drink up. "I have tested them all, and this one causes no harm whatsoever. It will not be enough to repair your injuries, but it should give you your energy back."

He blinked. She had a sword? She never carried it, but that might have been something that was in the past now. Isamu nodded, then lifted the vial to his lips. Nemu had said that she was planning to take the captain's exam, so . . . he should have known she had a sword. The liquid didn't taste bad at all, more like a shot of vegetable juice than a drug. And it certainly was working - almost before he finished, he felt the vitality returning to his body.

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He was gobsmacked, unsure of what to say. There were so many things he'd wanted to try, to feel. And she was offering him whatever he wanted. "I - I . . . I want you to do whatever you think, I mean . . . ." He flushed. Sounding like such a fool! "I'm not certain what would be best."

Amaya nodded. Maybe it was more than he could handle - he didn't have a lot of background in it. So, something different. She took his hand and tugged him gently over to the futon. "Lay down. I'll ride you," she said with a smile that sent his heart racing, "give you something to look at that'll give you dreams for years."

As he stretched out on the futon, Uryuu smiled. "You say that like you haven't already." The sight of her, the anticipation of what was about to happen. As she settled her knees on either side of his hips, he stroked a hand up one of her legs. "Amaya-san, you are amazing, so lush and . . ." he wanted to praise her, to let her know that he truly appreciated her and what she had done, but all the words were insufficient.

She leaned forward, pressing a finger to his lips. "It's okay. You don't have to be able to say it, not yet." Her eyes were warm and affectionate. "You can show me instead." One hand went between them, gripping his shaft before she slid slowly on to it. Amaya moaned softly as she felt his cock slowly spread her open, a controlled slide down until he was fully buried inside of her.