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Like Bees to Honey (Bleach)
🕑 Added 2018-08-17 18:01:00 +0000 UTCPoll Winner
Themes: Threesome, Dom/Sub, Fucked Silly
Summary: After a day spent dealing with Urahara's bullshit, Ichigo can't quite handle Soifon and Yoruichi too. Especially when the pair is obviously arguing over him. Finally snapping, the young man takes matters into his own hands... much to the pleasure of both mistress and apprentice.
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Ichigo was exhausted by the time he got back to his bedroom. Luckily, no one else was home at the moment, his dad and sisters off doing their own things. It should have been the perfect time for him to just collapse and take a nap. After having to put up with Urahara’s bullshit all day long, there wasn’t much more Ichigo wanted than that.
Unfortunately, it didn’t look like that was going to happen. He heard their voices even before he entered his room.
“So, my darling former apprentice thinks she’s worthy of my star pupil. I know it hurts to hear it, Soifon, but you’ve been overshadowed by Ichigo. Sad, but ultimately true.”
“Tch. If you think you’re going to scare me off or turn me away with those words, you have another thing coming. I know where I stand… and I know where that young man stands as well. He’s above us both, Yoruichi. But I’ve learned much since you left. I’m sure there’s something I can teach him that you can’t.”
“You dare?!”
That’s about the time Ichigo opened the door to his bedroom, finding both Yoruichi Shihoin and Soifon facing off inside, the two of them staring each other down with glares filled with killing intent as they stand there with their arms crossed over their chests. Of course, where Yoruichi is all woman, Soifon is slightly shorter and much more petite. But even if this allows Yoruichi to physically look down upon her former protégé, it’s clear that the current Captain of the Second Division has no intention of letting the former bully her.
Of course, Ichigo’s entrance does not go unnoticed by either woman, though they do freeze up as they turn to look his way. The glares they give him… would probably frighten pretty much anyone else. But Ichigo is too tired to care, even if he DOES feel a spark of adrenaline rushing through him as he regards the two beautiful women with somewhat dead eyes.
“… What is this?”
Yoruichi has to speak first of course, always eager to seize the initiative.
“Ichigo! I’ve come by to make sure you’re not slacking on your training! Working with Urahara to improve yourself is all well and good, but your Bankai is based on speed, is it not? It only makes sense that you train under me, the Goddess of Flash!”
Soifon grits her teeth and then scoffs at Yoruichi’s words.
“My former mistress is no goddess of anything, despite her overblown title. However, as the Commander-In-Chief of the Omnitsukido, there are many things I can and will teach you on how to take out your targets with silence and stealth. If you would have me, I would gladly show you all that I know, Kurosaki.”
Regarding the two women for a moment, Ichigo can’t help but feel that despite their tones, they’re really demanding things of him. And he’s kind of sick of it.
“… No.”
That brings them both up short as they stare at him in confusion, independent of one another. Once again, Yoruichi is the first to speak.
“No, Ichigo?”
Ichigo shrugs and plods forward, slipping past both of them towards his bed.
“That’s what I said, isn’t it?”
Yoruichi growls and is suddenly attacking him.
“Like you have a choi-gack!”
Ichigo’s hand snaps out at that. He really has gotten fast, his palm deflecting Yoruichi’s blinding strike and then redirecting to smack into her face just soft enough to avoid breaking her noise.
“I said no, Yoruichi. If you want to fight me, then we’ll fight. But it won’t be a spar. I’m not in the mood to show mercy.”
As he gets ready to flop face down onto his bed and take a nice nap, he throws out one last statement almost flippantly.
“If you two want to stick around, you can get on your knees and beg me to let you stay. Otherwise, leave before I make you leave.”
With that ultimatum given, the incredibly powerful young man falls to his bed and lets out a pleased sigh as he finally finds himself able to relax. Except, no matter how comfortable his rather shitty mattress and un-fluffed pillows feel beneath his worn-out body, relaxation eludes Ichigo. Mostly because neither Soifon or Yoruichi are leaving. He can still sense them, sense their reikatsu in the room with him.
Gritting his teeth, he turns himself over with seemingly monumental effort, his gaze sliding down the length of his body to regard the two women.
“I thought I told yo-…”
Ichigo cuts himself off and then trails off as he takes in what he’s seeing. Both Soifon and Yoruichi… are kneeling at the end of his bed. He can’t be sure who knelt first but judging by the glances the two are sneaking at one another, they aren’t going to give up so easily. And now, seeing them like this… seeing how eager they are… well, another part of Ichigo is waking up.
Slowly, the young man sits up in bed and stares at the both of them. Before they can begin to ‘beg’ as he had demanded, he holds up a hand to forestall them.
“… This isn’t about training, not really. You two just want to be close to me. Don’t think I don’t know that. Don’t think I can’t tell. Most of the Soul Society can’t get permission to come to the human world very often, but those who do inevitably end up spending their time around me. Probably something to do with my spirit pressure… but regardless. If you want to spend time with me in my bedroom, you’ll do what I say.”
Despite his calm, confident tone, inside Ichigo was freaking out. Mildly, of course. He couldn’t believe he was going to do this, but it was as if his libido was taking advantage of his otherwise exhausted state and deciding to make things happen for him. As such, as he sits on the end of his bed, Yoruichi and Soifon kneeling before him, Ichigo reaches down and unties his pants. He pulls at them until his hardening, thickening cock slips out of its confines and nearly smacks each woman in the face.
The two beautiful Shinigami go wide-eyed at the sight of his cock. But their nostrils also flare as they take in his scent, and Ichigo figures he’s actually spot-on about his spirit pressure, even if they won’t confirm it. Something about him, something about his reikatsu… it’s drawing Shinigami in like moths to a flame. Has been for a while now as he recalls.
Looking between Soifon and Yoruichi, the young man keeps his calm, confident mask on as he lifts a single brow.
“Well. Get to work then. Let’s see how much you each want it.”
He’s half-expecting at least one of them to back off at this point. Or both! Both would make more sense! Ichigo can scarcely believe he’s not already fighting for his life against the two incredibly fast women by now. Of course, he’d win but still. But then, that was the point, wasn’t it? He was stronger than them. He was stronger then pretty much everyone, after everything that had happened. And they knew it.
Given that, Ichigo really shouldn’t have been surprised when Soifon lunged forward and took him in her mouth. Nor when Yoruichi growled and joined her former apprentice, eager not to be left behind. He was though, even if he hid that surprise well. For a long moment, Ichigo simply sat there on the edge of his bed, luxuriating in the feeling of two gorgeous Shinigami giving him head.
Soifon was most enthusiastic, but also clearly inexperienced. Yoruichi on the other hand… she wasn’t as skilled as say, a whore might be, but she definitely knew more than her former apprentice. Regardless, both of them were fighting over him and his cock and Ichigo… Ichigo just saw there and enjoyed the sensation. It felt good, even as they slurped and sucked and lapped at his length. Their hands came up under him and they fondled his balls in unison, each working to outshine the other.
These women… they were how many years his senior? And yet, here they were, on their knees, worshipping his cock like it was their new god. Ichigo couldn’t help but be turned on by that. And as he watched them, something in him began to awaken. It was already stirring of course, his libido giving him the faux confidence he’d needed to whip out his cock and demand they pleasure him in the first place. But now, now there was a furnace in Ichigo’s chest, growing and building… and it needed to be quenched.
“Soifon goes first.”
Three simple words slip from his mouth, causing both women to rear back and look at him. Soifon’s eyes widen in surprise and delight, while Yoruichi just looks shocked and disappointed. Either way, having them leave his cock gave Ichigo room to move. His first action is to reach out and grab Soifon by her hair quite roughly. His next is to toss her face down onto his bed, pinning her on her belly a moment later as he tears at her garments.
“A-Ah, Ichigo~”
He can’t really say what’s coming over him right now… but then, he also can’t explain how Soifon is acting. That tone she just took, the way she spoke to him… its out of character for her. But when his fingers finally touch her pussy lips, Ichigo finds the Captain of the Second Division to be quite wet indeed. Perhaps this is the real Soifon. Perhaps this is Soifon with all the responsibility and titles stripped away.
Regardless, Ichigo doesn’t really care in the end. He’s too far gone at this point to stop now. Bringing his length up, he splits the petite Shinigami on his dick, sliding into her as he begins to prone-bone her right there on his bed. Moans escape Soifon’s throat and then quickly transform into cries of passion as his thrusting speeds up exponentially, his cock slamming into her depths over and over and over.
That’s about when Yoruichi recovers enough from the shock of her own rejection to crawl onto the bed. The dark-skinned Shinigami is already naked when she lays down beside her two students, smiling appreciatively as she observes Ichigo fucking Soifon harder and harder.
“Mm, I suppose you wanted to save the best for last, Ichigo. I’m not that surprised. It makes sense that you would want to get this trollop out of the way first.”
Soifon scowls at that, and even opens her mouth to talk back to Yoruichi. But now is not the time for talking and Ichigo growls as he leans over the petite Soul Society Captain, pressing into her and silencing her before she can say a word to her former mistress. Yoruichi just grins at that, touching herself quite openly to the gorgeous view of Ichigo dominating her once-protégé.
“Yess, Ichigo… just like that. Show the little slut her place. Mm, I always knew you had it in you. You too Soifon… should have guessed you were hiding a repressed whore beneath that shy exterior of yours.”
Reduced to shaking her head back and forth in denial, Soifon can’t quite hold back the mewls of pleasure as Ichigo fucks her through climax after climax. For his part, the powerful young man doesn’t respond to Yoruichi’s words, he doesn’t rise to her bait. Instead, he gives Soifon the pounding she deserves and that he desires. Then, he cums inside of her.
His release is as glorious as the rest of it, his seed welling up and racing along the length of his cock before spurting out into her womb. He pumps her full of his cum to the utter brim, and Soifon’s eyes roll back in her head as she lets out one last throaty moan in response. Then he’s pulling out of her and she’s flopping forward again, just laying there face down, bonelessly.
“Well done, Ichigo. Now, come let a goddess show you what REAL pleasure is. I’ll-mmph!”
Before Yoruichi can do much more with that seductive tone of hers, Ichigo is upon her. He’d already shown he was faster than her, so he’s not entirely sure why her eyes are so surprised when he pins her down on her back and pushes her ankles up behind her ears. His hands grip her ankles harshly as he pins her in a folded-up pretzel position, and his cock hot dogs her sopping wet pussy lips as she moans into his mouth.
Her tongue instinctively begins to wrestle with his, their mouth muscles intertwining with one another… but Ichigo is in charge now, something he makes sure Yoruichi knows with his very first thrust into her. His cock buries itself in her cunt, slamming up against her cervix as his pecs press into her gorgeous, dark-skinned breasts. Yoruichi’s answering scream of pleasure as she immediately cums around his thick length is swallowed up by Ichigo’s lips and mouth as he eats the sounds whole.
Then he does the same with the rest of her. He ravishes the Goddess of Flash, taking her and ravaging her and making her his. He uses her as his own personal cocksleeve, her voluptuous body pinned down in a mating press as he rams into her again and again, until ultimately, he breaks right through her cervix and fills her womb directly with his man meat.
Yoruichi’s eyes roll up in her head even before Soifon’s did, her tongue writhing helplessly against his as she moans pitifully into his mouth. The haughty attitude is gone, as is any resistance as she wraps her arms around his neck and happily lets him have his way with her. And when her clenching, flexing cunt walls finally milk him of his load, Ichigo cums triumphantly, filling her with his seed, just as he did Soifon.
Pulling out afterward, the reality of what he’s done sets in… but Ichigo can’t help but feel satisfied rather than panicked or ashamed or embarrassed. He’d dominated Yoruichi and Soifon, he’d used them for his personal pleasure and given them plenty of pleasure of their own besides. And neither was unhappy about it, if the dopey smiles on their faces as he lay back and they took up positions on either side of him were any indication.
The exhaustion that had been pushed aside by his libido is back in full force as Ichigo wraps an arm around each of the female Shinigami and lets out a pleased sigh. This was fine. This was perfectly fine. He’d deal with anything that required dealing with after he took a nice… long… nap.
And as Ichigo falls to slumber, Soifon and Yoruichi squirm against him, his seed still leaking from betwixt both of their sticky thighs. And as they squirm, they look at each other across Ichigo’s body. Neither is ready to end their conflict. Neither is ready to give the other full control. Even if neither of them has any true control to begin with.
