NaClO (By invitation, otherwise CLOSED)

[HookerBoots]

It had taken the rest of the time Amaya had to get ready. She did her hair three different times before settling on having it curled, half of it pulled up with two combs made of dark wood inlaid with mother-of-pearl birds that Rukia had loaned to her. Her makeup was the result of careful application, trying to make her eyes more almond-shaped and deeper colored, her lips fuller and more tempting. Finally, agonized over whether it was sufficiently attractive, she had to leave.

Walking to the bridge, her stomach was tied in knots. It was so strange that she was so nervous - they'd had dinner hundreds of times, and never . . . she'd never felt so tense and worried. Amaya could feel him waiting for her, and she took a steadying breath. It wouldn't be a big deal. They were . . . she wanted this to work, for them to be compatible as more than friends.

When she saw him, her heart lept. It was almost miraculous to her that he'd shown up. His gasp and reaction to her was . . . gratifying. It was good to know that she'd at least managed to look appealing. "Arigato, Isamu-kun," she said, almost shyly. "You look quite dashing - I don't recall the last time I saw you with your hair back like that. It's very handsome." Amaya blushed, her eyes traveling over his face and body. "You look very handsome all over."

Her hand took his, and she smiled. That felt right. "Let's. I thought . . . I thought I'd be too nervous to eat, but I feel like I could have something now."

~ ~ ~ ~​

They'd gotten a table that was good - private enough that they could hold hands without feeling like everyone was watching, but not so isolated that they'd be forgotten about. A pot of tea on the table, a steaming cup in front of each of them, and joined hands on the table. "I'm glad to be with you, Isamu-kun," she said softly, taking in the calloused feel of his fingers against her own.

The finger of her free hand traced a design on the table. "You and I . . . we've spent a lot of time being afraid of what would happen." A thought occurred, and she blinked. "I know this is kind of out of nowhere, but . . . do you think training with our zanpaktos will be easier? You know, now that we're not blocked that way."

 

[Armphid]

He smiled, his golden eyes bright in the light of the lamps hung around the restaurant. "I'm glad too, Amaya-chan." He closed his eyes a moment, "It's funny, but even the little things are great. Just being able to say your first name." He gave her hand a squeeze. It was fantastic to hold her hand. And it was adorably cute that she so refused to relinquish it. Her smaller fingers kept touching but moved, as if trying to feel out every inch of skin of his larger hand.

He took a sip of his tea. The nerves he'd felt earlier had faded a great deal. Not entirely, of course, but being with her was so soothing to his spirit that her presence worked to ease the stress caused by the chance of this all going wrong.

It wouldn't. It couldn't, he was almost sure. Almost.

"That's a very good question," he replied when she spoke. He thought for a few moments, stroking the back of her hand with his thumb. "It was a block, wasn't it? All that worry and fear..."

She nodded, "And the frustration and the wondering."

"And all the rest," he agreed. "But without that...with our," he blushed at the thought of even saying something so schmaltzy, "our hearts free, it only makes sense that it'd be easier."

"Yeah," she beamed. "It's just like any other block in the soul, they all interfere." She looked over the table at him through her lashes, "That's one more thing I'm grateful to you for, Isamu-kun. I hope I can pay you back."

"Pay me back?" He grinned, "Beautiful, I think I'm pretty deep in debt to you already."

The servers arrived with their food, as well as a bottle not of sake, but of plum wine. Isamu looked up, "Uh, I don't think we-"

"The wine has been provided, okyakusan, by one of our other patrons. The bottle is yours to enjoy, with their compliments." He pointed to one of the screened rooms. Two shapes could be seen within, but no more than that.

Amaya inclined her head as one of the serving women poured her a cup of the wine. "Please send them our thanks." She looked over at her date, "Isn't that nice, Isamu-kun?"

"It is. And I'm glad, something so fine and sweet should be here, Amaya-chan, since I'm with you. It suits how, well, how I feel about you and...and all this," he finished lamely. He wished he could have done better with that but Amaya's eyes were shining. Perhaps he hadn't done so bad.

~~~~~~~~~​

"That was a kind gesture," the gentle eyed woman said with a smile. She was so happy for them. And so proud that they'd had the courage to finally face this. It would do so much for them.

Her companion chuckled, his voice kind and sure. "She hadn't been with us very long, but she's become very dear to the Squad, and to me. Besides...I knew you'd like it."

Her eyes twinkled, "Charmer. And I do."

The dim light made his white hair seem all the brighter. "Shall we drink to them?"

"Yes. Let's."

~~~~~~~~~​

It was well into night when they left the restaurant. The sweetness of the plum wine lingered on their lips and tinged the cool air as they walked through the streets of the 2nd District.

Isamu found it hard to focus on his surroundings. He chided himself for dropping his guard that way but it was just so hard to look away from Amaya. She did look amazing. Her hair up and high, exposing the graceful curve of her neck. Her eyes were brilliant and alluring, her lips even more lush and tempting than usual, and her ripe, lush curves moved under the green silk in a tantalizing way. Her kimono was loose near the top, her generous breasts artfully displayed and partially exposed for maximum effect and enticement.

They walked together in a moonlit garden; one of several ornamental parks in the richer, safer parts of Rukongai. After a time they paused, standing beneath a tall and straight tree; the trunk and branches hung with sacred prayer strips. Isamu slipped an arm around Amaya's slim waist. "Amaya-chan, I need to ask you...to forgive me."

"Forgive you? For what?"

He turned to face her, "For two things. For waiting so long for this. And for mussing your make up." She stepped into him as the kidou spells in the lamps that hung from the trees branches came alight, and their lips met as they were bathed in light.

 

[HookerBoots]

Oh, the kiss. Amaya's eyes closed, her mouth opening to let Isamu's tongue slip inside. Her arms went around his neck again, feeling as though this was the only place she was supposed to be. Feeling his arms around her, the warmth of him against her with the smell of the flowers from the garden around them . . . it was like a dream.

When their lips finally parted, Amaya took a deep breath. "It's all right, Isamu-kun," she breathed. "I sort of put it on so that you'd want to do that." Her fingers stroked the back of his neck, and she smiled up at him. "And it was worth the wait, really." Licking her lips, she lifted herself up on her toes, pressing her lips to his again.

It was just as good this time, just as sweet and calming and exciting at the same time. Their tongues wrestled together even as their bodies pressed more tightly together. It was like her heart was throbbing with the feelings she'd tried to repress for so long, her whole being suffused with adoration.

"Isamu-kun," she whispered as they parted again, "I've never felt like this . . . ever." His eyes seemed to glow in the light from the lamps, but she blushed a little when she realized it wasn't all from the lamps. He had that look because of her. Amaya looked up at him, her green eyes bright and luminous. "I . . . you are amazing."

 

[Armphid]

“Amazing?” Him? But he knew she mean He raised his brow, “I don't know about that. But maybe there's something to it. Since you're with me and you're so incredible.” He shivered as he felt one of her hands stroking the back of his neck, a low sound almost like a throaty purr rumbling in his chest. She giggled and he grinned at the beauty in his arms.

“Do you like that, Isamu-kun?” She batted her eyes innocently but her smile told another story. She petted the back of his neck again and her smile grew as his eyes fluttered to half-closed and he let out a slow breath. “Hee!”

He tried to look annoyed but couldn't manage it at all. He just hugged her tighter, laughing, “You are too cute, Amaya-chan,” he chuckled. He kissed her again, reveling in the feel and taste of her lips and the sensations of holding her in his arms. How many times had he day dreamed of this? Her arms tightened about his neck, and his did the same around her waist, trying to somehow get closer, as if they would meld themselves together if they could. The kiss calmed and enflamed his heart at the same time, and he found his lips growing more insistent and hers answered. He wasn't sure which of them opened first, but then their tongues met and meshed, embracing rather than struggling.

They broke to breathe and she looked up at him, her emerald eyes warm and happier than he'd ever seen them. Amazing. In some part, that was because of him. She rested her head against his chest and sighed happily, “Just cute, Isamu-kun?”

He smiled and lifted a hand from her waist to caress the gentle line of her neck. “Far more. Wise, kind, fierce, sweet, loyal, adorable, bright, beautiful,” he shook his head, “I could go on for quite a while. There's a lot more.”

“Mm,” she murmured. “You can tell me some other time.” He really thought she was all those wonderful things. And more! It was like a dream that he'd feel that way. But it was real. It was real and she felt like she was made out of singing.

They spoke no more for quite a while; just standing and holding one another. The stars overhead grew brighter and the moon rose as the two lovers silently took and shared their joy in one another in the light drenched garden, surrounded by blossoms and flowers, seeming all the more fragrant and lovely in the presence of such love.

Isamu became vaguely aware that other people were in the garden as well; many of them gawking at the couple. Some were shocked and muttering to one another with expressions of insulted sensibility; others seemed curious, perhaps wondering if they were some new live addition to the park. He grinned, “We're being watched,” he whispered.

She opened her eyes and looked around, blushing faintly. “Oh. What do you think we should do?”

His grin became wolfish, “Want to give them a show?”

“Hai!”

“Hold on, Amaya-chan.” He shifted his grip on her, one hand moving slightly up her back and pressing flat to it, the other slipping a bit further around her waist to get a firm grip. Then he spun and swung her around, drawing a silvery peal of laugher from the pink haired bombshell. He dipped her back, leaning over her and they kissed once more. She pressed herself against him and her kiss was as warm and loving as before but it now was full of silent laughter. Around them, they could hear gasps and “oooh's” from the spectators.

They straightened up, both laughing as soon as their lips parted and hugging. Some of those watching now looked thoroughly offended and hustled away, muttering even more fervently. A few women looked starry-eyed and leaned onto the arms of their escorts. One couple, who looked about the same age as Isamu and Amaya, actually applauded.

Isamu waved at the clapping pair before looking down at Amaya, “That was fantastic.”

“It was,” she agreed. “I'm having a great time, Isamu-kun.”

“Me too. I always do when I'm with you.” She blushed as he looped an arm around her slender shoulders, the pair walking away from the tree. “So, what should we do now?”

“Hmm.” She looked up at him and then snuggled closer into the shelter of his arm, her head resting on his shoulder. “It's getting a little cold, don't you think?” It was a simple question but the way she said it made it into something entirely different. He blinked and looked down at her. She was smiling and she returned his gaze through the lashes of her half-lidded eyes and went on, “And a little late.”

“So it is,” he answered. He felt a sudden tension in his chest and lower; not nervousness but anticipation. “Maybe we should head back.” Isamu took a deep breath, “Would you like something warm before bed?”

“Something hot,” she corrected. Her pink tongue slipped out over her lips.

“God damn,” he murmured, “You are just...wow.” Then he nodded and spoke louder. “Why don't you join me for tea at my place then?”

“Oh, yes,” she purred. Her eyes were bright and eager, “I'd love to.”

 

[HookerBoots]

They walked into Isamu's room, and everything was quiet. Both of them stood, a little awkwardly, facing each other, for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, Amaya snorted. "We're being a little silly, hesitating now."

Isamu opened his mouth, then closed it with a rueful grin. "You're right. But it's sort of . . . well, you know."

She nodded. "Yeah. So . . . tea!" Amaya started to move into the room, heading for the brazier and the teapot, then stopped. ". . . you should probably do that - I tend to, you know, spill and set things on fire and all."

He laughed and wrapped an arm around her waist, kissing her forehead lightly. "I've noticed that tendency. And it's all right, I'll take care of it - you're my guest, after all." Isamu guided her to a cushion and released her, going to take care of the tea. "I'm sorry it's not very homey. I don't have a lot of free cash to get the things I want."

"It's nice." She looked around. "It feels like a place you're working on. I mean, there's the American flag over there, and training supplies over there, and," she peered into a corner, then grinned. "Hentai manga over there. Pervert."

Isamu flushed as he set the pot down on the fire. "Those aren't mine, some other officer must be playing -" Her eyes were still amused, and he sighed. "I should have moved them before our date."

Amaya walked over to the small stack and started flipping through them. "Huh. I've seen this one before."

"What?!"

"Well, I have." Her cheeks were bright red, but she looked at him almost defiantly. "I think Rangiku-san has this one. Oh, and this series is one of . . . you know, never mind." She put the books down, tucking her hands behind her back. "You've got good taste in dirty books, Isamu-kun."

He was silent in shock as she walked over to where he was standing and lifted herself onto her toes to kiss him gently. "Wait, you like . . . you don't care that I've got those?"

"Not even a little." She kissed him again, and this time, his arms went around her waist, locking them in a deep kiss. It went on and on, their lips pressing together with sweet, soft pressure as their tongues wrestled joyously.

When it finally broke, they both looked around. "What's that noise?"

"Oh, the tea!" Isamu moved over to pull the kettle from the fire. "So, um, you said you wanted something hot before bed . . . ."

As he set the kettle down, she rested a hand on his wrist. "I changed my mind. I think I'd rather have something hot in bed."

 

[Armphid]

He'd never heard her talk that way and it was great. Her sweet voice was oddly husky and low, warm with what they both felt. His pulse quickened in response and he felt his member stirring. "As your host then, I should give you what you want."

She let herself be pulled to him by the hand that she held, "Yes," she whispered. "Please, Isamu-kun."

They kissed, both lips pressing hard and hungry, shifting, tongues tasting and feeling one another. Their hands wandered, his strong grip softly caressing her legs, her back, her hips and her ass through her kimono. Her dextrous fingers danced over his arms and shoulders and down his chest.

Their bare feet stepped onto his futon and they both paused a moment. Their lips broke off and they looked into one another's eyes. His yellow wolf's eyes were golden with entangling love and desire, and her emerald orbs shone with passion and an answering love.

They kissed again. Isamu's hands gripped the edges of her kimono where her breasts held it open and he pulled the garment open and down her shoulders. She moaned softly into his lips; the feeling of him baring her more wonderful than she had expected. He pulled the garment almost frantically down her arms and off, leaving her topless.

He looked down at her bare chest. "Oh, my God. So...Amaya, your breasts are just...magnificent." Big, round, soft and plush, high and pert, with rosy pink nipples, just standing proudly and perfectly in space in defiance of gravity. "I've wanted to see them for...and it was worth it. You're so fucking sexy, it's just insane."

He dipped his head and kissed her neck, Amaya gasping and running her hands up to tangle in his hair. He moved lower, peppering kisses along her collarbones until he came to the swell of her breast. Then he groaned and began to worship their glory. Lips, tongue, fervent hands, all bent and put to use on paying homage and delighting in her tits.

He kissed along the swell before dragging his wet, warm tongue down over the curve of one huge tit and then swirled around the nipple. He took it into his mouth, sucking eagerly. "Ahh! I, mmm, knew you liked looking at them," Amaya purred, "You love my big tits, don't you, Isamu-kun?"

"Mm-hmm," he murmured. He lifted his head, "God, yes. I love how they look, love how they taste, love how they feel." His hands moved low to her sash, undoing it and then pulling the fabric loose to let the kimono fall free of her. "Your body is amazing. A wonderland."

She blushed. "It feels that way when you look at me. When you touch me," she nibbled her lower lip. Her hands ran down his chest to take the edges of his shitagi. "Isamu-kun. Let me...I want to undress you. I want to see and feel your body and then..." She licked her lips. "Please, can I?"

"Oh, gorgeous," he groaned. Her hands were already moving, having taken that as permission. "Yes. Now and anytime you want."

 

[HookerBoots]

She chuckled. "It would certainly cause a stir if I did it in the middle of training." He groaned, and she smirked. "Isamu-kun likes that idea, hmm? Pervert," she breathed, her fingers loosening the ties that held his clothing together. Finally, the last tie came loose, and his shitagi opened, exposing his chest to her eyes. It wasn't the first time she'd seen his bare chest, but it was so much more, different, from the other times. This was . . . because they were going to be together, just them.

Her hands moved over the smooth skin, feeling the difference between his skin and the scars on his body, sighing happily at the feel of his warm firmness beneath her fingers. "Oh, Isamu-kun . . . you look so good, so strong and powerful," she breathed, licking her lips before leaning in to press a kiss to his chest. The taste was salty and male and very much him - she hadn't realized how well she knew how he smelled, and how that translated into taste.

Even as her lips and tongue started to trace over his body, Amaya's fingers went to the sash holding his hakama on, and worked to loosen it as well. In a short time, despite her distraction, she felt the sash give way, and the material puddle on the floor as it slithered down his legs. Her hands quickly dipped lower, and felt . . . "Oh, my."

He gasped as her hand came in contact with his cloth-covered shaft, swelling to a hardness he hadn't even thought possible at her touch. "Unnnh, Amaya . . . your hand on me . . . so good." His fingers were still kneading and teasing her breasts, massaging the plush flesh with an eagerness that wasn't feigned at all. "So damn sexy!"

Flushing, Amaya stroked over his growing shaft again, then pulled her hand back almost shyly. "Isamu-kun, you're so . . . big down there." Her innocent tone was belied by her eyes and the expression on her face. "I hope I can handle it all." It was amazing that she could have had something to do with making that happen, but if she was, she intended to cash in on it. Her fingers worked, even as she spoke, on removing his fundoshi, trying to get all of Isamu's body exposed to her eyes and hands.

 

[Armphid]

Oh. Oh, God damn. That little innocent voice with that frank and passionate expression, the genuine heat in her eyes, it was insanely, impossibly sexy. "I know you can, Amaya-chan, and you will."

Her eyes went wide as he flicked her erect nipples with his thumbs, "Hnn!" Then she spoke again in that naive tone that was all delightful artifice, "I will? Really?"

"Yes, yes, baby doll. And again and again." His hands gave her breasts another squeeze then slid down her stomach to the sash holding her kimono on. Though her chest was bare, the garment was still tightly in place about her legs.

"I can't wait," she cooed. Then she finally got the knot of the fundoshi undone and the garment came loose in her hand. She pulled it off of his body and let it fall. "Oh." Isamu tensed, suddenly nervous for her judgment, halting his efforts to undo her garments. "Oh, Isamu-kun. You're so...beautiful. I love it and I can't wait until...until..."

He grinned, "Neither can I. I've wanted this with you so much, Amaya." He could again move, unwrapping the sash about her over and over, each layer loosening the robe she wore. Suddenly he gasped, sharp and deep, his eyes going wide and lost for a moment in sensation as her fingers, warm, soft, so soft, brushed lightly along his hard shaft, "Oh fuck," he whispered, "God, Amaya..."

"It's so hot and it feels...strong." Amaya licked her lips as she touched him again, more confidently. He was gorgeous. So sexy, so strong, and his cock was just amazing. "I love how it feels, how it looks..."

He tried to answer but nothing came but faint gasps and shallow breaths. "Fu-fucking hell, Amaya," he finally managed, "your touch feels so good I can't, can't believe it."

She smiled up at him, feeling his manhood twitch in her arms, somehow getting harder and even a little bigger. It was full now, she was sure, and it was so magnificent. "I'm glad I can make you feel good, Isamu-kun." She leaned in and kissed his chest, tasting him again and relishing it, "And I'll make you feel better and better. I promise."

"I know you will." How could she not? As incredible and sexy and amazing as she was? His hands twitched and managed, at last, to unwrap the last layer of her obi. Her kimono slid open as it fell; baring her to him. He took a breath and put his hands on her shoulder and shivered, "Step back, just a moment. I want to see you, Amaya. All of you, baby."

She blushed and nodded, stepping back, "Hai."

 

[HookerBoots]

The other men she'd been with hadn't wanted to . . . the gleam in his eyes as he looked at her body, studying every inch as though she were some sort of precious treasure he'd labored to have was amazing. Amaya blushed a little, the flush going from her face most of the way down her chest, growing fainter just before it reached her nipples. "Isamu-kun," she said softly, knowing her eyes were wandering all over his body the same way his were moving over hers, "I hope you . . . you know, like what you see."

Isamu shook his head. "I don't like it, Amaya-chan. I love it. Your body is . . . so much more amazing than I'd even imagined it would be." He'd thought it was almost impossible for him to be harder than he'd been when her hand touched his cock the first time, but looking at her, Amaya, in person, naked in front of him . . . he'd never had an erection this hard in his entire life or afterlife.

Her flush deepened for a moment, and then she grinned. "That's the best compliment, Isamu-kun!" And in a perfectly Amaya-ish show of joy, she flung her arms around him, pressing herself fully against his body, and kissed him deeply. Everything but the kiss she would have done for any friend, but the kiss . . . this was a kiss just for him. Warm and passionate and sweet and fierce. And it felt like fire everywhere their skin touched.

 

[Armphid]

These feelings! Just this insane heat and perfection all over, everywhere their bodies came into contact, lingering in those brief moments when their flesh parted to cool, making the next contact all the more delightfully searing. Their lips pressed together harder, more firmly, until it seemed as though there was no end to his and no beginning to hers.

They parted to breathe, chests heaving. Amaya's glorious, pale, smooth skin seemed luminous and her eyes shone. Isamu drank in the sight of her as she stood there, and he had never seen anything so sexy, anything so desirable. He stepped into her and pushed her back. Her arms wound about his neck as they moved, lifting her up and off her feet and into him. His hands slipped low to cup her ass, lifting and mashing their bodies together. Lips met again and parted as their tongues entwined and tasted, enjoying one another fully.

Amaya pulled herself back, still in his arms, her head actually above his now. "Isamu-kun..."

She didn't need to finish. "Yes." He kissed her again and knelt slowly, Amaya lifting her legs back as she moaned into his lips with joy and anticipation. He lay her down on the futon, his weight on her but not fully. One hand ran through her pink locks, down her face and along her cheek. The other held his full weight off of her. "God, Amaya. I love you, and I want you so much."

He ducked his head and kissed down her neck, shifting his weight to his elbows so his hands could drift down that luxurious and lush body, caressing her curves and savoring her skin. He pushed himself down, hearing her breath catch as she knew at once his purpose. His hands caressed her thighs and calves before he gently pushed her legs apart. "Oh, Amaya. Your pussy is the prettiest little cunt I could imagine." His eyes closed and his lips pursed as he began to kiss up and down her wet lips.

 

[HookerBoots]

His lips felt almost cool against her hot, wet flesh, but there was so much heat in his body where it met hers that Amaya was sure Isamu was almost on fire. The same way she was, burning from the inside for him. She shivered at the feeling of his mouth moving over her pussy, the sensation better than she could remember because it was him, his mouth, his breath caressing her form.

Amaya squirmed a little as his mouth teased her pussy - just kissing over the tender lips, nothing more - and moaned. "Isamu-kun, please . . . we've waited so long, don't just tease me now!" Her voice was breathy, and her fingers were clutching the sheet beneath them, wanting, waiting for him to do more, to drive her to the heights of passion.

And he laughed. "Oh, baby doll. Don't you worry, we'll get there." Isamu took a deep breath, savoring the scent of her body. "But I've waited a long time, and I plan to take all the time your sweet, amazing body deserves." He stroked one hand up her thigh, smiling up at her with an intensity that made her feel a little faint. He meant that, and wanted . . . wanted to give himself pleasure by giving her pleasure.

She licked her lips nervously, then moaned again as he leaned down to kiss and pet her pussy lightly. This teasing was almost more than she could take, knowing that he could do more - and would - but was waiting just so that he could tease!

 

[Armphid]

Her moan sent a thrill through him and awoke a fierce pride in his chest. He'd made her feel that and made those sounds, just as he'd wanted to for so long. But the fantasy dimmed in the wake of this...this incredible woman in all her glory laying down with him and wanting him just as much as he wanted her.

Her pussy was musky but with a sweeter taste than he'd expected. He smiled wryly, he should have anticipated that. How would she not be?

His hands rubbed her thighs as his head moved and bobbed between her legs, his breath rolling over her skin as he enjoyed her richness. His lips danced over her slit once again before his tongue slid out and dipped between them to taste the honey beneath. He groaned as she let out another body shaking moan, writhing a bit on the futon.

"God," he breathed into her sex. His tongue explored her secret place, sliding here and there to feel and taste all of her that he could. Until the tip of his tongue suddenly found a void; an entrance to paradise and felt the intense and hungry heat that poured from it. He groaned and pressed his face fully to her cunt, his tongue sliding into her body.

She yelped and her hands seized his hair, her breath rushing out of her in an elated rush. He felt her body heave as she strained to recapture it and then moaned low and warm, "Isamu-kun's...in me...it feels so wonderful."

He lifted his head, "It does," he answered in a husky voice. "I can't...there aren't words for how it felt, how it tasted..."

She bit her lower lip, "Then...don't say it. Show me." One on her hands left his hair to stroke his cheek, the other moving to take hold of his shoulder and tug him up, "We've both waited so long. Please, Isamu-kun."

He moved over her and kissed her, hard and passionately hot. His body shifted, moving into place between her long, shapely legs. His eyes fluttered as he felt his manhood come into contact with her pussy, just a brush sending a rush of sensation that felt like it flash fried his brain. Then the world exploded and fell away as his hips pushed and he slid, at last, at long last, into her waiting and loving body.

 

[HookerBoots]

She almost came as he entered her, the feeling was so intense. Amaya's arms and legs wrapped around Isamu's body as her pussy wrapped around his cock, joining them together in more ways than one. She wanted to close her eyes to savor the feeling without having it diluted by her other senses, but if she closed her eyes, she wouldn't be able to look at his face, so close to hers, and see the pleasure there. It was a dilemma she solved easily, by kissing him deeply as their hips met, his cock fully sheathed inside of her. When the kiss broke, she smiled up at him, her need for him in her eyes. "Please, Isamu-kun, I want . . . I need you to fuck me."

Isamu groaned softly, burying his face where her shoulder and neck met. "God, gorgeous. I need that too," he whispered, starting to move his hips as much as he could with her legs locking him in place. The friction between them was heady, the wetness of her pussy outrageously smooth and wonderful. It was better than he'd dreamed, and the feel of her breasts pressed against him just made it even more erotic. Isamu lifted his head to look at her, still a little uncertain if this whole this was real, or some wonderful, heartbreakingly realistic dream.

And then she licked her lips, arching her hips up towards him, and moaned, "Yesss, god, fuck my pussy faster!" and he knew it wasn't a dream - even his fantasy Amaya didn't talk like that, and thank every god there ever was that the real one did. There was nothing hotter than a girl who wanted it, and was willing to ask for it. "Anything you want, gorgeous," he managed, picking up the tempo of his thrusts, trying to will himself not to cum to early, even though this was a fantasy come to life, and all his body wanted to do was fill this sweet, willing body up with his seed.

 

[Armphid]

Amaya's breath hitched and caught in her throat as he started to move faster, his dick plunging fully into her and half-out before thrusting deep again, over and over and over again. He felt so good, so right, so perfect inside her! He filled her just right, like he was made to fit her precisely, his beautiful cock rubbing deliciously over her insides.

"Fuck, Amaya," he gasped in between ragged breaths, "so good, so fucking perfect." Her cunt was amazing. Hot, liquid, silky fire that held and squeezed as he pounded her. It seemed to pull him in and grasp his invading member in the best way, pulling him deeper, urging him for more, faster. "Love this hot little pussy, God, gorgeous, love it, love it."

"Ahh, aayaa," Amaya felt a thrill at the naughty girl noises that bubbled up out of her, "Love it too, love your cock, love feeling it in me, fucking me, so much!" Her arms and legs tightened about him, her breasts mashing against his chest, her nipples sending electric jolts of pleasure into her as they rubbed on his hard muscle with each thrust.

She had almost climaxed when he entered and now she could feel it building, so close. "More, Isamu-kun, please, faster, harder, fuck me, fuck me, please!"

Fuck! He could hardly believe she was talking like that. But he loved it. "Fuck you just like you want it, gorgeous," he grunted. He braced himself and started to rock his hips in shorter, harder motions, bouncing the pink haired sex slut on his cock and making her moan out a loud cry of delight. "Fast and hard, like I've wanted to every time I've seen your sweet face, your hot body, longed for your perfect tits! God!" He growled as he ducked his head to kiss her lips hard, then nip along her neck, "Fuck, gorgeous, going to fuck you like you want, like you deserve, fuck you and fill you, with dick and with my jizz."

 

[HookerBoots]

At the mention of him filling her with cum, Amaya moaned loudly. "Fuuuuuuck, yes! Fill me up, I want to feel your jizz inside me!" Her fingers gripped his shoulders tightly, her eyes almost glowing with lust and the nearness of her climax. "I can't wait to feel it inside me, Isamu-kun's hot, sticky cum!"

Isamu groaned, his face buried in her neck. "Can't wait to give it to you," he managed, "but don't ever want to stop fucking! this! tight! cunt!" He thrust hard into her with every word, feeling her breasts shake and bounce against him with every quick, hard forward thrust. "God, so close! Don't want to stop, love being in you so fucking much!"

Amaya looked up at him, her cheeks flushed with exertion and heat and arousal, and she gasped out, "I want your cum!" One hand disengaged from his shoulders and pulled his head to hers in a hard kiss. "Please, Isamu-kun, I want it in me," she whimpered, her eyes pleading. "Next . . . fucking next time, we can take it slow . . . now, just want . . . your seed in me!"

 

[Armphid]

Damn it! Damn it, damn it, it was too much! "Amaya," he gasped. He pumped himself into her madly; slamming his cock home again and again and again. Then his whole body seemed to tense for a split-second as he drove his phallus deep into her core and a moment later he shuddered, eyes screwing shut for a moment before opening in a pleasure soaked, rapturous gaze, his mouth opening, "Ahh-Hh! God! So fucking-hhn much! All yours! All for you!"

Amaya crowed and hugged herself tighter to him as she felt his cock tremble in her and then a rush of something hot flowing into her. "Yes, yes, yes, yessss," she chanted; the feeling of him releasing in her, of his seed pumping into her, coating her walls, so hot, so incredibly sexy and so fucking good! "Want all your cum, Isamu-kun, want it all in my pussy, fill me up! Ahh! I feel it, feel Isamu-kun's cum in me, feel him filling me, so good, so good, love this feeling!"

Isamu trembled again and again as his cock fired jet after jet of his jizz into her, Amaya moaning and crying out happily each time. He'd never, never cum this hard or this long of this deeply. He felt like his whole self was pouring into her; like his whole being was immersed and suffused with hers. "A..maya...love being in you," he gasped, "cumming in you."

"Need it," she answered, clinging to him still as he finally ceased, his body shaking now with the horribly wonderful weakness that came after so intense an orgasm, "need it now and always, Isamu-kun," she purred, nuzzling his neck.

He didn't answer, save to groan at how insanely hot and cute that was; his cock jumping inside her. Then he felt his arms starting to give and grunted, shifting so that the momentarily spent lovers collapsed together side-by-side.

They lay there for several minutes, just breathing, bodies still awash with pleasure and sensation, minds drenched in the moment. Then, almost in the same instant, they raised their eyes to one another. Amaya smiled at him and he answered with his own; not the wolfish grin so many knew, but something softer and warmer, meant only for her. "I've...wanted to be with you like this for so long." He managed to get one of his hands to unstiffen and move again, bringing it to caress her beautiful face. "Better than I imagined, love."

"Imagined?" She blushed prettily and brought up a hand to rest on his. Then she winked, "Pervert."

 

[HookerBoots]

If it hadn't been for the warm glow of post-coital bliss that suffused him, Isamu might have been exasperated. Instead, he just smirked. "I may be, but you like it." He kissed her hand, pressing the soft fingers against his own cheek for a moment before releasing them. "This was . . . the best night I've ever had." He smiled again, his eyes warm and golden as he looked at Amaya.

Her cheeks colored, and she rolled over onto her side to face him. "Isamu-kun, this has been . . . wonderful." She could feel his cum shifting inside of her as she moved, and it made her tighten her lower body a little - she didn't want any of it leaking out, as silly as she knew that was. "I'm glad you . . . you know, that we got along as well as we'd both hoped."

Isamu's face was a little confused. "Why would we have done anything else?" Then his eyes widened. "Oh, right. It . . . yeah. This sort of thing can . . . change things." That put things in a different perspective. Did she . . . it didn't seem that way. "I know nothing changed about how I feel - except maybe that I've tasted heaven, and I want to taste it again."

Amaya nuzzled close to him, her eyes looking up at his face. "I feel the same as well. And the same as you, really." She lifted her head a little and licked her lips. "I'm ready to do that again whenever you are, Isamu-kun."

 

[Armphid]

God, she was just killing him. In the best possible way. Isamu took a deep breath, smiling wolfishly. "Amaya, baby, for you it won't take any time at all." He kissed her deeply, wishing it was true. It just wasn't how guys worked. But, oh, fuck, did she ever feel good against him. The way those huge tits pressed and pillowed against his chest, her soft lips so warm and inviting, her legs rubbing against him smooth and shapely, and the tease of the heat of her cunt so close, so hot and wet, so tight and silky, so...

He groaned and his eyes fluttered shut. Amaya gasped softly, "Ah-hh! Is that...Isamu-kun, you're..." She could feel something hot, hard, and wet pressing into her stomach. Then her eyes closed and a sly smile spread across her face, "Oh, you are, again..."

"God." He really was. It was amazing! God damn! He smiled down at her, "All because of you, Amaya-chan." Isamu licked his lips and then shuddered as he felt her curious fingers run over the head of his re-surging cock. "Fu-fuck, Amaya..."

"You should," she answered. "That's what I want, Isamu-kun. I want you to fuck me. Again, here, right now." Those sweet emerald eyes were consumed with heat from within and her lips were slightly parted, her chest rising and falling, "Onegai, Isamu-kun. Fuck me."

He kissed her hard, his teeth pulling on her bottom lip as he broke it, "I don't want anything more." He reached down to grab her ass with his hands, sliding his one arm under her. Then he rolled onto his back, lifting her as he did so, Amaya squealing and giggling. She was straddling his thighs now, looking down at him as his hands relaxed and slid lower to caress her thighs. "Get on that cock and ride it, Amaya baby," he growled. "I want to feel you fucking yourself on my dick, see your sweet face loving every second, those gorgeous tits bouncing as I feel your heaven taking me in."

 

[HookerBoots]

Her hands reached between them, making him gasp as she grasped his cock and guided it to her slick, hot entrance. "Ohhh, Isamu-kun wants me to ride him," Amaya cooed, rubbing the head of his dick against her, teasing him with the feeling of being so close to inside of her, and still outside. "So naughty," the pink-haired vixen teased, "wanting me to take this big, stiff cock for a ride."

Isamu looked up at her, his eyes half-closed, as he moaned. "Fuuuck, yes. I want that, Amaya, can't wait to feel it." His hands stroked over her thighs, just touching her skin everywhere he could and just barely resisting the urge to grab her hips and pull her down onto his cock.

Amaya looked down at him, her face filled with lust. "Then I'll give it to you, Isamu-kun," she said, licking her lips. Her eyes closed and she sank down onto his cock, savoring every second of the slow penetration. "Ahh-hhh! So big," she squeaked, feeling his shaft inside of her again. "So good, fucking amazing!"

She'd filled herself completely, taking his cock into her all the way, and he could barely breathe while she'd been doing it. When her motion finally stopped, Isamu took a shuddering breath. It still felt so good he thought he might lose his mind, but his hands gripped her thighs firmly, feeling her all around him. "Glahhhh, fuck! Amaya, you feel so . . . gods, so good, fucking heaven!"

 

[Armphid]

Isamu groaned and thrust his hips up; lifting them and Amaya off the ground as his breath rasped out in a long breath. Amaya let out a happy whimper as he pushed up inside her; pressing in a bit deeper, just that little bit making her feel so amazing. He took a few moments to catch his breath, "God, Amaya. I love this feeling so much I can't even...there just aren't words, gorgeous."

The pink haired beauty flushed with pleasure and a bit of bashfulness. She knew he meant it but it was still so incredible to know that. "I know, Isamu-kun, I can't...I love you so much and your cock is amazing; I've never felt so full, so good, so sexy."

He smiled up at her and again lifted his hips, drawing matching groans from them, "You deserve to feel it all and more, love."

She let out a gasp, at both the pleasure of his actions and his words, "So do you, Isamu-kun." Her eyes were shining, "Let's give it to each other!" Her hands braced on his strong chest and she lifted her hips up with a shuddering gasp before dropping them, re-sheathing him in her depths, "Ah! Fuck, yes! Isamu!"

Amaya started to pump her hips up and down with abandon; riding his cock with passionate fervor, moaning his name over and over again amid non-word grunts and gasps of carnal and romantic bliss.

Isamu thrust his hips up when she came down; the two falling into perfect step, fucking each other eagerly. "Nn! Ride that, fuck, that cock, Amaya!" God, she was so perfect! This was real but he'd never even imagined it could be so; that she'd be his, want to be his, love him like this. "Fucking, guh, take it in, all of it, all of my hot hungry cock in your, hhnn, perfect, pretty, pussy!"

She leaned back, riding him harder and faster, her huge tits bouncing and jiggling, tossing her hair, eyes closed in raw enjoyment, "Yes, Isamu-kun! Want Isamu-kun's big strong dick in me all the time! Want to ride it every day, feel him in me, fucking me, stirring up my cunt, making me yours, making you mine! My man, my cock!"

"Fuck, baby, yes!" He sat up straight and mashed his lips to hers, kissing her fiercely, her arms going around his neck as she continued to ride him. The kiss broke and he nuzzled her neck, whispering, "Yours always, whenever you want me, ready to fuck you any time, any where, God, love, can't believe how fucking good you are!"

 

[HookerBoots]

Amaya's breath was coming in fast pants, her hips still working as the two lovers embraced. "It'll be fucking amazing every single time, take this cock whenever you want me to!" Her lips found the curve of his neck again, and she kissed the sensitive skin there, nipping it gently before gasping, "Can't believe . . . the feeling of this cock inside . . . God, I can't get enough!"

Her body started to twitch around him, and Amaya's hands dug into his shoulders as she felt her body climax around his cock. "Ahhh, fuck! Yessss, feels so goddamned amazing!" She trembled as she came, her knees barely able to hold her weight. His arms around her kept her steady, and she rested her head on Isamu's shoulder, catching her breath while she got herself back under control. ". . . God."

 

[Armphid]

Isamu gasped and bit his lower lip, forcing himself to slow down, to let her breathe. God, it took effort. He wanted to just keep madly pounding her until he blew inside her. She'd love that and wouldn't blame him for doing so but...but he wanted to hold out for one more from her. She deserved it, if he could. "Love this, Amaya," he murmured, one hand stroking her hair, the other slipping around her waist and holding her to him, "Feeling you cum on my dick, and your perfect pussy stretched around my cock..."

Amaya whimpered happily, her love's hardness still pumping in and out of her, but slower now. "It's so good, so right, Isamu-kun," she answered, "You feel so, ahh, so right, so big, so hot, so hard, and so fucking good in me." She turned his head to look into her face, her emerald eyes hot, "You're being sweet, letting me catch my breath when you want to just fuck my brains out." One of her hands grabbed his hair and yanked just hard enough to sting, "So fuck my brains out, screw me hard and fast as you want until I can't walk straight tomorrow, I want it!"

"God, you hot fucking bitch," he growled. His next thrust was hard and rough, their bodies smacking as they came together, bouncing her against him. "That's what you want, my slut, that's what you'll get!" His hips began to piston faster and faster, his shaft filling and drilling deep into Amaya. She smiled and moaned out her enjoyment, her hands clutching him and digging into his shoulders. "God, Amaya! You're so, fuck, such a hot, horny fuck!"

"Just as, ahhn! As bad as you, Isamu-kun! You pervert, you whore! Fucking Koutetsu-san and Hinamori-chan and Michiru and every cunt you can get, you nasty fucker!" Amaya yelped as he thrust even harder, "God, yes! You horny, dirty bastard! Fuck me!"

He could feel his whole body starting to tense, feeling as though it was being pulled inward. God, hold on. "Fuck, yes! Fuck you, ravage you, as hard and fast and long as I can!" He growled low in his throat, feeling himself racing toward the brink, "All I want, to fuck you, to feel you on my dick, feel you cum on me, shoot my seed in you," he chanted. "Amaya, baby, f-fuck, I'm-"

"Please." The word was drenched in want, in love, in sexual rapture. And it was all he needed.

"Uhh, yes! Yes, yes, yess, Amaya, baby, love!" Each word was punctuated with a hard thrust and a blast inside her; his hot, sticky jizz firing into her body and splattering her insides, more and more of it pumping into Amaya, the pink haired beauty's face a study of rapture as she felt her love cum inside her.

 

[HookerBoots]

Amaya leaned forward, pressing her lips to Isamu's as he finished cumming, her hands bracing her upper body to either side of his head. "That," she whispered as she pulled back from the kiss, "was wonderful." Her green eyes looked down into his golden ones, both of them filled with love and joy.

His hands caressed her waist and hips, smiling as her hair fell on either side of their just-touching faces. "I agree." Isamu could still feel how hot and wet she was, and could also feel the plush weight of her breasts pressing against his chest. He felt his cock twitch in response, but even though he hadn't expected being ready the second time so soon . . . he needed time to rest before they went at it again. "So, gorgeous, should we sleep, or have that cup of tea and then sleep?"

Carefully moving from her seat on his lap, Amaya smiled at him as she sat up next to him, legs crossed tightly. "I think some tea would be lovely - we have been sweating a little," she teased. "You didn't have any cookies or anything, did you? I'm famished for some reason as well."

 

[Armphid]

Isamu laughed as he sat up, "I can't imagine why." He didn't get up immediately but sat there for a few moments looking at Amaya.

The pink haired beauty blushed after a few moments, reaching up with one hand to brush a lock of her silky hair, "What...is it, Isamu-kun?"

"Nothing, Amaya-chan." He smiled and sighed, "I just really like looking at you." Her blush deepened but her eyes were bright as he stood and winked, "Especially naked."

He could feel her stick her tongue out at him as he turned. The water had cooled down but it didn't take long to heat up again. Just enough time for him to find cups for them both and a sleeve of rice crackers. "No cookies, baby, but you're welcome to all the rice crackers my high station can provide."

Isamu tossed the crackers to her before setting the simple teapot on a tray with two cups and making his way back over. The wolfish shinigami set the tray in front of her and then moved around to her side and sat down next to her. "I know it's more Japanese to face each other across the tea but I like it here better." He slipped an arm around her slender waist and pulled her over to him, Amaya giggling. He nuzzled her cheek and trailed his lips back the line of her cheekbone to her ear, "Again," he murmured, "I can't imagine why."

 

[HookerBoots]

Amaya giggled and tilted her head a little, pressing her cheek against his lips momentarily. "I can make a few guesses," she said, popping a rice cracker into her mouth and crunching on it. She held up one to him, and Isamu leaned his head forward and took it with his mouth, never taking his arm from around her waist.

As she set down the crackers and picked up her tea cup, Isamu chewed and looked at her thoughtfully. "You really are here."

"Of course I am," she said, slurping her tea a little to cool it down. "Where else would I be?"

His hand stroked her side gently. "I don't know. I just never really thought that you'd be here with me. That's all." A smile passed over the American's face. "I'm very glad that you're here." He grabbed his tea and took a sip, then dipped his rice cracker in it and took a bite.

The pink-haired girl smiled, resting her head on his shoulder for a moment. "I'm glad too. You're . . . wonderful. I'm just sorry it took us this long to get here." She sipped her tea, more quietly this time, and then said, "Um, so I know this is sort of early to get to this question - or late, since we should be sleeping soon - but where is here, exactly."

"I'm glad you asked, Amaya-chan," Isamu said, straightening up a little. "We are in my room, you see, which is in the Squad Nine barracks. That's roughly a half-mile east of the Squad Thirteen barracks are, so you are in - ow!"

She pulled her small fist back, biting her lip to keep from laughing. "That's not what I meant. But thank you for the geography lesson." Amaya shrugged, crunching into another cracker. "I meant . . . what does this mean for the two of us?"