Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ The Seireitei Seraglio ❯ Isshin's Itches ( Chapter 8 )

Isshin's Itches

 

“Ichigo, my son. That stupid old man, Yamamoto was spinning me some line of shite, so I thought I'd come and save you, and here you are in the middle of an orgy,” Isshin said, tears falling down his face. “In the middle of an orgy and you didn't invite your dear old dad. You know how I itch for orgies.”

 

The well known voice stopped Ichigo in mid thrust and he found he was staring into the wide open, shocked eyes of Rukia. What was he meant to do? Should he continue screwing Rukia, or say hello to his father?

 

“Who is it…? I don't believe it. You told me there was nothing going on between you when I suggested a threesome. My son! I brought you up to share,” Isshin continued, his voice rising in pitch.

 

“Hey, I'll give you some,” A naked form slid between Isshin and Ichigo. Grimmjow had perked up considerably since the new possibility had opened the door. Maybe this guy would have some time for him. He didn't care what sort of sex he would get; with all this activity around him he wanted any action with anyone. And at least this guy looked like he had something worth investigating.

 

Isshin sized him up with a look and disappointment spread over his face. “In the midst of a feast I'm offered a limp crust of white bread.”

 

“Huh?” Grimmjow had been standing there, hands on hips, proud of his body. Why wasn't the old guy impressed and taking what he had to offer.

 

“Is this the best I get?” Isshin complained. “He won't even scratch the itch.”

 

“I'm sorry Mr Kurosaki. I'm a little busy right now,” Orihime explained breathlessly as she lay under Ulquiorra who had taken advantage of the interruption to roll her under him. Her eyes were slightly glazed and were nearly rolling back in her head.

 

“Oh, fuck, Dad. Stop whining and take what you're offered,” Ichigo sniped, still distracted from his pleasure until Hanataro began caressing his buns while the substitute Shinigami continued to pleasure Rukia.

 

Grumbling under his breath Isshin stripped. “Stop waving around the underemployed,” he told Grimmjow. “Bend over and grip your ankles with your hands and say nothing, okay?”

 

“Huh?” Confused, Grimmjow was unsure what the man meant. Did it mean he was getting some sex, or what?

 

Isshin folded his arms and shook his head. “You're not playing with the full deck in any way, are you?” and proceeded to show him what he meant.

 

A few minutes later and unused to pleasure, Grimmjow began to moan loudly, writhing around on the floor and calling encouragement to Isshin.

 

Fed up with the noise, Chad shoved his foot into the Arrancar's mouth who enthusiastically began to suck his toes. “It's no worse than being licked by a dog,” he shrugged when Mila Rose enthusiastically initiated a second coupling as a thank you for silencing the Arrancar.

 

His eyes shut, Ichigo felt the pressure in his groin release. A few seconds later he was seized and turned to face Orihime. “Aw, not now, Inoue. Try something different for a change,” he told her as she began to push her breast into his face.

 

“Oooh. What a good idea,” she said and immediately and leapt on Apache who had finally disentangled herself from Ishida and was trying, unsuccessfully to stand. She kept giggling that her knees were unsteady and she toppled under the enthusiastic embrace of Orihime, continuing to giggle.

 

Rukia was now trapped by Isshin who had finished with Grimmjow very quickly. It appeared he hadn't enjoyed the Arrancar very much and was trying to remove himself as far as possible. Wanting to avoid the Arrancar's attentions, Ichigo quickly looked around to find someone, anyone else.

 

“Looking for me, Baldy?” The question was asked by an unwelcome voice.

 

“Why would I look for you? I like women, not scrawny, noisy girls who have no breasts,” he shot back and ducked as Hyori kicked at his head.

 

“You were looking for me, weren't you Kurosaki?” Shinji said as he bared only the lower half of his body.

 

Hie eyes attracted to the flesh being bared so seductively, Ichigo found his mouth growing dry and could only nod in reply.

 

“I thought so. I knew you had a boner for me each time we met,” Shinji said.

 

Dragging his eyes away from the current object of his lust Ichigo had enough curiosity to ask, “Why are you here?”

 

Love scratched his chest as he stripped. “Thought you might need help, and we can see you do, but not the way I expected.”

 

“I don't mind,” Lisa said as she drove her body onto the groin of some unidentified male. He body and skirts hid the face of the man she was using, but it didn't matter to Ichigo. She was still reading her book, her skirts still in place as she fucked the man under her with apparent disinterest. Her attention on the book, or the sex, was making her face flush and her glasses were fogging up.

 

“Won't all the activity attract Aizen's attention?” Ichigo wondered as he kissed Shinji. He'd briefly glimpsed the hallway through the open door and the floor was dotted by couples or threesome eagerly joining. He and Shinji were leaning against the wall as there was little space left on the floor. “I'd like some more room,” he thought as Shinji showed him a new grip.

 

Minutes passed. Then it dawned on him that the person Lisa was screwing was Grimmjow, at least the noise indicated it was. He briefly wondered again if Aizen would interrupt.

 

“Does it matter?” he thought fuzzily and kissed Shinji again.

 

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Comment: Forgot to thank kerumica for the inspiration for the bath in Chapter 4.