Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ The Seireitei Seraglio ❯ The Bosom and the Beast ( Chapter 7 )

The Bosom and the Beast

 

Seeing Rukia in Las Noches stunned Ichigo, for a moment. He glanced hopefully over her shoulder, wondering if she'd brought more of his fans to pleasure him. Sure the woman under him was willing and he liked the breasts, but Rukia's interruption had made him look at the woman's face. Until now he hadn't bothered with her appearance, being entranced by the tattooed number on the curve of her bosom and the fact she was female, rather than a premature ejaculator with a small penis. Even so she was amazingly responsive but the interruption had happened at just the wrong time and now he looked at her face. Not the face he really wanted to look at while he was fucking. All the same, she was responding and it felt good to bury his cock in something other than his hand or the sheets under him.

 

“Give me a minute,” Ichigo groaned and shut his eyes, trying to remember how he'd felt a few seconds before the interruption. He'd been close and was planning on having Sun Sun next, or one of the others. He didn't care, but seeing Rukia here he decided that she was his next choice. He'd missed her enthusiasm and the inventive things she would do with her tongue. Remembering their last encounter he came with a shudder and opening his eyes noticed the room had filled noticeably with Shinigami and a few other Arrancar.

 

Mila Rose had quickly gotten rid of Grimmjow and was now seated on top of Chad, the pleasure in her face mirroring her relief at not having to touch the blue haired Arrancar further. Grimmjow was looking bemused, his erection still straining. Hopefully he looked at the people thronging the room, but no one seemed to be interested in having him.

 

“Oooh. Goody. Another orgy,” Orihime said and grabbed for the closest convenient male.

 

“Not this time, Orihime. Can't you choose someone else?” Ishida complained as he batted her hands away. “What about that guy over there? He needs some attention,” he said as he pointed at Grimmjow.

 

Orihime made a face as she looked at the prone Arrancar. “He's not getting it from me,” she muttered sullenly. “His dick is small and I don't like the way he's looking at me. I don't like men who drool.”

 

“His hair is kinda pretty,” observed Isane. She moved a few steps toward the Espada only to have Ikkaku get between them, his eyebrows raised.

 

“I thought you said you like my smooth skull,” were his pointed words. He cast a look of disgust at the disappointed Arrancar. “You don't want to taint yourself with that guy, do you? Not when Yumi and I want you.”

 

Isane giggled and accepted the offer happily.

 

Ichigo rose he made his way to Rukia, evading the other hands that reached for him. “I want to be rescued by you. But what was I supposed to do while I was waiting?”

 

Rukia, her hands on her hips, quirked an eyebrow at him. “Big tits and bony faces. Are you sure you're still interested?”

 

A few seconds later Ichigo was proving exactly how interested he was.

 

Sajin was standing in the doorway, a look of shocked admiration on his face as he gazed at the centre of the bed. He didn't pay any attention to the others around him as his eyes focused on the woman who returned his admiring look and then she beckoned him closer.

 

“Are you real?” Halibel asked curiously s her hand caressed his ears with a tentative touch. “Or did Aizen hypnotise me to imagine you while he performs inadequately?”

 

“Are you real, or did Aizen hypnotise me to imagine you while he comes too soon?” Sajin asked in reply as his hand traced her jaw line. “I hoped that one day, aside from Ichigo, I would find someone who could look at me the way you do.”

 

Halibel rose from the bed and gave a disgusted look to the heaving bodies that surrounded them. “I would prefer some privacy.”

 

She had just voiced what Sajin had been thinking. “Is it possible?”

 

“Come with me,” she replied taking his hand and leading him out of the room to her own quarters, not bothering to don her clothes before they left. Following orders was secondary to pleasing herself for now and the future.

 

“Ran,” Gin said, extracting himself from the embrace of Sun Sun who was murmuring about being ready for more. “Rangiku! You're here. For me?”

 

A scathing glance and a down turn of her mouth dashed his hopes. “For you? Why would I chase after you? You made it pretty clear that you preferred the company of Sosuke. You wanted his touch, his body pressed against yours.”

 

“He hypnotised me,” Gin replied, knowing how stupid it sounded. Then realising he'd let too much slip, he quickly stretched his lips in the grin and said, “You mean you took it seriously? I thought ya had a little more interest in me.”

 

Ran pursed her lips as she looked down at his groin. His cock jerked as he followed the line of her gaze and her lips parted slightly as she noticed the reaction. “You're starting to convince me,” she replied slowly and then stared into his eyes which he opened in response. “But you have to promise, anyone else I don't mind, but not that scuzz bucket Aizen. You screw him again and you say good bye to Mr Happy.”

 

“Believe me, Ran, I never want to be near that loser again. I wanted the power but he's such a bad fuck.” Gin pulled his lover close ignoring the others around him. Sure he'd like to try out Ichigo, but that seemed unimportant at the moment. He could do that later and the guy was busy.

 

Orihime had trapped Ulquiorra under her and was joyously riding him. His eyes turned quickly from Ichigo to the girl who was taking him with such obvious pleasure. “Are you brother and sister?” he gasped as he got his hands on her breasts, squeezing them unbelievingly.

 

Caught out by the question, Orihime stopped and glanced across at Ichigo, a small frown on her face. She had noticed some resemblance in the past but had dismissed it quickly as it interfered with her lustful thoughts and actions. “I don't know,” she said and quickly began to distract the Espada from asking further questions.

 

Grimmjow had finally gotten to his feet and was trying, with increasing desperation to find someone, anyone to indulge him. He approached Nemu, but she quickly attached herself to Shunsui while Nanao was fellating Toshiro. Apache had been drawn to Ishida and their limbs were tangled together as they varied their position again.

 

The noise from the moans and flesh meeting flesh and Grimmjow's pleas for any touch drowned out the noise of the door opening.

 

The startled gasp was hardly heard, but the blaze of the reiatsu drew most people's attention to a very distressed former captain, who was standing, framed in the doorway.

 

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