Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Sweetest Sin ❯ Sweetest Sin ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: The Bleach characters from this story doesn't belong to me, and I don't make any kind of profit out of it, in no shape or form. No infringement intended. 

 

Author's note: Anyway, this story is highly inspired upon watching Bleach episode 41, where Yoruichi revealed her human form for the very first time. Ichigo's reaction to it was priceless.  

 

This fic is a dare from a certain someone, and figure I might as well give it my very best, wrap it up nicely, and hand it in as a bonus gift. (Hope you enjoyed it, and Happy Birthday, Hon!) 

 

I'm new here, and this is my very first lemon attempt ever, so please be so kind and give me your feedback people!

 

 

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Sweetest Sin

(Première passion, première convoitise)

By: LIQUIDCELL

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It was driving him insane, to let his dirty thoughts run amok in the dead of the night. Kurosaki Ichigo could have sworn that he was not as perverted, as the image of himself rutting hungrily with a particular olive-skinned beauty, as his mind have portrayed him to be. He still tried to ignore it, but found a losing battle as he felt his left hand started to pump steadily on his rather engorged and pulsating prick.  

 

The light from the full moon outside of his bedroom window flowed teasingly, caressing his nude and slightly panting form. His body glistened with sweat, illuminating an alluring vision of primal need. Totally unaware of the two smoldering golden eyes which barely missed any slight movements, as it kept watching him with entranced fascination for the last thirty minutes.

 

Ichigo softly groaned and turned his head abruptly to the side, nipping his upper right arm in a puny attempt to smother the pleasured sound from escaping his lips. The same right hand was now gripping harshly at his tousled hair, the other hand was still stroking tentatively at his aching organ that has now tripled its size.

 

He panted and cursed his raging hormones for disobeying his command. A pang of regret then settled in his gut as he thought of the girl he left behind, but was quickly purged as the fantasy image of a domineering face of a particular bronze goddess, and her luscious lips: tasting his flesh greedily, devouring his cock eagerly, and moaning quiet loudly, as she raked her nails in his inner thighs.

 

Ichigo's flesh sang with unbridled desire. He felt much like a slut.

 

What would Rukia think of me if she sees me like this? Would she ever feel jealousy if she is to find me here, now, fantasizing of someone else? Does she even feel something akin to love for me? Why the hell does she have to stay behind? Doesn't she want to be with me? he thought desperately, and felt his eyes stung of unshed tears.

 

Why am I so lonely without her? he asked himself longingly, finally, a single tear gently caressed his flustered cheek.

 

Frustration, coupled with lust-sprinkled-teenaged hormones, made his hips buckled unceremoniously, dismissing any thoughts, and purged the lurking sorrow that threatened to swallow him whole. He pumped himself ruthlessly, and felt himself getting hornier by the second. He heard himself moan, and felt a shudder, as tension built up so rapidly his abdominal muscles tightened, and his cock resonated rather painfully, preparing itself for take off.

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Houston, we had a problem.

 

An alarming aura shattered the space-shuttle, bearing his supposed frenzied-orgasmic experience, that would have hypothetically had flown him off to the moon.

 

Fuck! he hissed.

 

Caught off guard, Ichigo was thrown back to earth rather painfully as instincts kicked in. By now, he fully recognized the menacing aura belonging to a nearby hollow, and could quite clearly hear its roaring and furious howls.

 

“What a fucking timing!” he scowled, got up, and went to kill the fucking bastard.

 

It took him almost half an hour.

 

The ugly bastard was huge and was also very slippery. When he thought he had it cornered, another roach-looking hollow sprang out from underneath and took him by surprise. He was wasted after he both managed to have killed it.

 

“They weren't any regular hollows,” he thought out loud. “Aizen is sure wasting no time. These ugly mother fuckers must be his new prototype. What a troublesome lout!” He sneered as he pulled Zangetsu out from a huge crater. “Thanks, old man.” he said gratefully, as he glanced at his soul-slayer and swung it to his aching shoulder.

 

He scanned the surrounding area and gave a defeated look. The playground looked awfully a lot like a demolition site. There was no helping it, he told himself. He had to do, what he had to do.

 

Ichigo was about to leave when he caught sight of the bulging gazebo that graced proudly between his thighs. He looked at it mournfully and stroked it lightly. He was still hard, and his cock was aching petulantly, demanding its overdue release. He scanned the area once more and looked up at the stars.

 

“You're quite cruel you know,” he scowled at the heavens.

 

He stalked to a deserted place not far from the wrecked playground, where a nearby stream hummed soothingly to his ear. He prompted himself to a tree, and lain his sword down onto the ground. It wouldn't have mattered if he took off his shinigami clothes since no one would be able to see him. He took them off anyway and laid it underneath him.

 

Now what? he breathed. The cool breeze was licking languidly over his scorching flesh when he felt a jolt of pleasure, he then closed his eyes, and sighed.

 

His Death-God soul was just as horny as his physical body.

 

How disgusting. Is it because my mind is just plain dirty? No, I just have a very healthy and overly hyperactive imagination. It's quite normal for my age. That's it, damn it! he berated himself.

 

It wasn't long before the image flashed across Ichigo's mind before he could stop them. A clear picture of a certain woman and him straddling, her hands running across his broad chest, then of her sprawled on top of him, her lower body damp of her essence, her body straddling his, her hands exploring every inch of him.

 

His breath caught. His brows knitted tightly as heat spiraled deep into his belly, earning him a twitch of his prick. He was too drained emotionally to fight it anymore, too tired to struggle, and felt his resolve dissipate. It have been three months since he left Soul Society, three months since he last saw Rukia's face, and three fucking whole annoying months, since he first saw the burning image of a naked woman, flaunting her supple body in front of him. The very same woman that have been haunting, and plaguing his waking and sleeping dreams.

 

“Yoruichi-san,” he groaned.

 

After a while he started to move his hands slowly, snaking his fingers around his hard member. He made several half-hearted strokes, then sighed, and started to rub it in earnest. Ichigo shifted, and was now lying flatly on his back, and started to stroke his prick again, faster this time. With half-lidded eyes, he stared lustfully at the pumping motion of his hands, and indulgently imagined the older woman's mouth sucking on it stead. His own mouth parted open and was breathing hard.

 

Ichigo gasped, his hips jerked faster as he fucked his hands ruthlessly. Suddenly, he arched his back, thrusting his pelvis high in the air and groaning, and a streak of white semen shot out from him. He hissed, as his organ jerked, another jet came off, and another, and a fourth, spurting up into the air, gleaming in the moonlight and landing on his chest, and then he collapsed.

 

His prick was still stiff when he heard a movement from behind the bush, directly at him. He glanced to look up and felt no immediate threat, quickly dismissing it as a raccoon or a cat perhaps, which it was, a black cat to be precise. Its golden eyes pierced and stared straight at him. It walked purposely, like a predator who had found its prey, stalked slowly, taunting, and then stopped between his parted thighs. Ichigo hoped to every god existed that it wasn't who he think it was. Just let it be another regular stray cat, he prayed in silence. But then again, God must have hated him. With a terrified look on his face, he stared as the black cat has unceremoniously shifted its form. In no time, it was on its knees in all four, and a familiar face stared looming so close to his, threatened his very existence.

 

He gasped as his fear was finally confirmed.

 

His bronze goddess was silently watching with intense fascination as his cum was slowly dripping off of his chest. Aw, shit! he scowled crossly. Could anything be more humiliating? Someone just kill me, now! he screamed silently to himself, never betraying the fallacious annoyed look on his face.

 

At least, he was a good actor. Or so he thought.

 

“Yo! Ichigo,” she chirped wistfully, finally looked him straight in the eye, and a rather evil smirk graced upon her beautiful face.

 

Ichigo then started to crack.

“Yuro—i-chi-san,” he stuttered miserably, with complete humiliation laced on every pore of his naked and sweaty body. He truly wanted nothing more but to dig a hole, bury, and cry himself to sleep.

 

“So, you're out stargazing tonight, huh?” she smirked and purred softly to his ear.

What an evil bitch! he thought bitterly. Ichigo had no idea. She was no bitch, all right, she was a sadist. She gingerly traced a circling motion to his nipple that earned her a trembled gasp and a heated glare at the young man.

 

No need to deny it, boy. After all, she had seen and heard everything.

 

She was perched at a nearby rooftop earlier that night, watching an extremely horny and naked Ichigo, pleasuring himself inside his room, completely unguarded, with a shameless expression on his face. It was quite a sight, and it had greatly turned her on. As young as he was, he already had the body of a grown man. She had to allow that his was an impressive chest, not overly bulging but definitely well developed and wide, just how she liked it on her man. She'd been long decided to seduce him, ever since she saw the innocent blush spreading like wildfire all over his face, when he first saw her naked body at that secluded cave. It was cute, it was hot, and innocence coupled with vulnerability and cockiness in a man was a real turn on.

 

It wasn't very long since she started feeling hot with longing for him, but quickly decided to restrain herself then. She was on a mission and she was their leader. There was pride in her leadership. She made sure she did her best for a successful operation, and made sure in hell, that no harm came upon her subordinates under her watchful eyes.

 

Now, on the other hand was a different story. Now, there was no hindrance, no responsibility, and bless him, somewhat, the boy in question was baring his soul to her, quite literally.

 

What else could she asked for?

She had her hand that was toying with his nipple came to his cheek, lifting his mouth to receive hers, the other caressed gently his muscular arm. Of its own volition and to her relief, Ichigo moved his body closer to meld against hers.

 

Embarrassment was temporarily forgotten, as lust came grinding down her ass and straddling shamelessly onto his lap, promising a pleasurable and unforgettable night.

 

Yoruichi sensually explored his mouth with her tongue and lips, tasting him, coaxing him to dance with her own. His hands came to roam over her naked body, stroking her, fondling her, and it earned him a soft moan as she seductively arched her back to his touch. His tongue had joined her instinctively stimulating, his kisses were incredibly hot. Or maybe it was her skin that was hot. She felt feverish. She'd never felt so hot, on the inside, not even when she was with Urahara. And she knew the cause of that heat. Desire, the likes of which she could never have imagined. God, am I falling in love with him?

 

To hell with love. What I need is a good fuck.

 

Ichigo was thinking along the same train of thought.

 

He would forget about Rukia, even if it meant dragging his soul to the abyss of hell. It wasn't really that hard to do. The lust he was feeling at the moment was consuming, a deep, primitive need to rut grew stronger as he drew her nipples, then the whole of her breasts into his mouth, and stronger still when his lips came to her neck, then her ear. Simultaneously, his tongue pushed slowly into that small opening as his hand slipped between her legs and he drove one finger into her.

 

Yoruichi climaxed instantly. It was unexpected and explosive, the release of that coiled tension. She cried out, unaware of it. She nearly choked him, her arms squeezed so tight around his neck, and she was unaware of that too. She was far too drunk from pleasure, and was unaware when Ichigo shifted position, and laid her gently on her back onto the ground, and was now on top of her, knelt between her thighs.

 

He kissed her forehead lightly, his eyes beaming with male pride. It was his first time to bring a woman her orgasm, and it was such a shame that it wasn't with the girl he loved.

 

Rukia, he thought hazily. Still the notion even wanted him to do it more. He could always imagined the woman underneath him to be her, so he did.

 

He slowly opened her thighs, kissed her down there, his lips brushing the wiry hair, then his tongue started to probe lasciviously between folds of her lips. After a while he lifted her legs over his shoulders. His tongue moved in a long, slow curve, starting at the base of her spine.

 

“Oh, God! Ichigo,” Yoruichi moaned and shivered.

 

He licked along the cleft of her buttocks, pausing to push deep into her vagina, and then lifting to tease the sensitive skin where the lips met and the tingling clitoris between them. After seven or eight long licks she held his head over her clitoris, making him concentrate on that, and she began to lift and lower her hips, telling him by the pressure of her fingertips on his temples to lick harder or more lightly, higher or lower, left or right. She felt his hand on her cunt, pushing into the moist interior. A moment later he withdrew his hand, and then pushed a wet finger slowly into her anus. She gasped, shocked, but didn't reprimand him. Startled at herself at how quickly she had grown to like it.

 

It only made her even hornier.

 

The muscles of her body began to tense for the climax, and as she started to come, she began to shake like a tree in a windstorm. Ichigo then thrust his tongue deep inside her and she began to ground her sex frantically against his face. He varied from fucking her with his tongue to screwing her with his finger deep into her ass, guessing it all to the noises and squirms she made, which left him feeling like a fucking nympho.

 

Never mind that. After all, in his mind, he was pleasuring Rukia.

 

After a short while she pleaded to stop and right then he lifted his face from her cunt and lowered her legs to the ground. He leaned over her, resting his weight on his hands, and kissed her mouth. Gave her a taste her own cum. His hand stroked his aching cock steadily, the other kneaded her breast lazily, then slowly trailing it down to her pussy, opening it timidly, and then felt his cock twitched with anticipation before he drove himself to the hilt, plunging hard, and buried himself deep inside her. He gave a feral growl, akin to a wounded animal, and then he heard her whimpered submissively.

 

Ichigo had strucked gold.

 

He then began to move in and out. Slowly at first, taking it all in, and memorizing how it felt to be inside a tight and dripping wet pussy. And then faster, as the joy surged through and wrapped him into a blissful realization, that he was indeed, getting laid, for the very first time. He saw Yoruichi opened her eyes. His face was above hers and he was gazing at her. Then he bends his neck and looked down to where their bodies were joined. His eyes widened and his mouth opened as he watched his cock going in and out of her, and the sight so inflamed him that he wished she could see it too.

Suddenly he slowed his pace and tried to bury this moment into the depths of his soul, barely recognizing the hint of sadness that flickered in a distance. How he wished he was making love to the very same girl he gave his heart and pledged his life to.

 

“Kiss me while I come,” he whispered softly as he closed his eyes, then lowered his feverish lips to hers, he then felt her thrust her tongue into his mouth. Ichigo with his back arched and his head lifted, gave an anguished cry, “Rukia.”

 

 

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