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The God of Flash (Bleach)
🕑 Added 2017-08-25 19:01:00 +0000 UTC Weekly Prompt Winner #23Themes: Consensual, Betting, Domination, Threesome
Word Count: 2,824
Summary: After the war, things are back to normal. Ichigo is home in Karakura and Yoruichi is dropping in to pester him constantly. Eventually, she bets that he can't catch her, with the prize being that whoever wins gets whatever they want. Little does Yoruichi know how close Ichigo and her one time protege have gotten in her absence...
The God of Flash
It had been a long time since she got to do this. A rather human smile spread across the feline’s face as she padded down the street on her paws. But then, this particular black cat was in fact Yoruichi Shihoin, the Goddess of Flash. After everything that had happened, the purple haired dark skinned beauty was just happy to be back in Karakura Town. Things were… as close to normal as they ever really got around here. For the moment anyways, Yoruichi had no misconceptions that things would soon go topsy turvy yet again.
And it would more than likely be centered on Ichigo Kurosaki. Not only was that boy a magnet for trouble, he was also the kind to be drawn to trouble, even when it didn’t have anything to do with him! That’s why Yoruichi was stopping by his home. Well, it was one reason why. The beautiful woman loved Ichigo’s reactions to her form. When you get to be as old as she is, you take inadvertent compliments from strapping young lads in the form of nose bleeds and freak outs where you can find them.
Finally arriving at the Kurosaki household, Yoruichi looked up to see Ichigo’s window was actually open for the moment, meaning he was more than likely inside. Hopping up to it was quite easy for the fake cat and once she was inside of his room, she saw the young man actually reading at his small desk, his back turned to her. Grinning that strange very human grin once again, Yoruichi moved to Ichigo’s bed and transformed back into her human form, stretching herself across the bed in a lounging position. The chocolate colored beauty made sure she was perfectly arranged for maximum effect before finally speaking.
“Mm, Kurosaki studying? Did Hell freeze over when I wasn’t looking?”
The orange haired boy nearly jumped out of his skin as she’d intended, whirling around with eyes wide even as his brain caught up with his body and he finally realized he recognized her voice. But by that point, it was too late. He’d seen her naked form, laid out on his bed seductively. Yoruichi’s face split into a wicked grin as she anticipated his reaction… but she actually didn’t get what she was hoping for. Beyond his surprise at her sudden presence, Ichigo didn’t freak out like usual from seeing her naked.
In fact, he barely looked at her body, even though Yoruichi was going to great lengths to reveal just a bit of her puffy pussy lips to him betwixt her barely spread legs. Instead his gaze moved directly to her face and his eyes met her eyes without even one iota of checking her out or turning away or even a blush. Ichigo regarded her rather coolly, the corners of his mouth turned downwards ever so slightly.
“Yoruichi. Good to see you. After everything that happened, figured I should take it a little easier. Was there something you needed?”
Well, laying back wasn’t working at all, now was it? Pushing herself up, Yoruichi got onto her knees in the center of Ichigo’s bed, grinning impishly and clasping her hands in front of her in faux joy. This had the nice added effect of pressing her voluptuous titties together right before Ichigo’s eyes.
“Aww, my little Ichigo, all grown up! Actually taking breaks rather than pushing himself to the brink of death?! Has someone replaced Ichigo with an imposter?”
It was hammy, but then it was meant to be. Yoruichi was mostly just spouting out words so she had an excuse to jiggle her tits back and forth. And as she hoped, the constant movement of her mammaries drew Ichigo’s eye. It would have been near impossible for it not to. Ichigo’s gaze slid down to her large rack for the duration of her little act, but when she stopped talking, his eyes went back up to her face and he still wasn’t at all as flustered as she expected. Though, Yoruichi did notice a faint dusting of red across his cheeks. The beginnings of a blush, progress!
“Was there something you needed Yoruichi?”
Hmph, Ichigo was keeping his tone so bland with her! It wasn’t very nice at all and Yoruichi had no intention of standing for it. Fine, if pose #5 didn’t work, perhaps walk #3 would! Crawling forward, Yoruichi hopped off the bed and swayed her way across the room to where Ichigo sat, a seductive little bent to her step as she bounced her wide hips back and forth. This had the added effect of causing her naked tits to jiggle and jump again, but as she hoped, Ichigo’s eyes weren’t on her chest anymore; they were drawn to the place between her thighs as she moved her hourglass body back and forth in a rather mesmerizing fashion.
Eventually, Yoruichi had arrived at Ichigo’s chair. Leaning forward, she plants one hand on the back of said chair and the other on the young man’s desk. His eyes are still between her legs, which are now spread ever so slightly as she bends over him. Smirking, the purple haired minx knows she’s got her cute little student now.
“What’s wrong I-chi-go? See something you like?”
Her tone is teasing as the Goddess of Flash anticipates finally getting the blushing, stammering response that she’s been aiming for. The fact that she originally came around the Kurosaki house to make sure Ichigo was staying out of trouble has completely fled Yoruichi’s mind. Making sure she still has what it takes to get the blood pumping is FAR more important! Ichigo’s eyes stay fixed on her pussy lips and the small tuft of purple hair above it for a brief moment more and then he looked back up at her, his eyes also lingering on her hanging breasts this time, but eventually he meets her gaze with his own.
“It’s nice.”
Yoruichi’s golden eyes widen dramatically and instead of Ichigo, it’s her that falls back, stuttering and stammering.
“N-Nice?! I-It’s NICE?! ONLY N-NICE?!”
Ichigo cocked an eyebrow almost nonchalantly at Yoruichi and shrugged his shoulders.
“Yeah, it’s nice. That’s a compliment to most people ya know.”
Yoruichi had not expected this encounter to play out like it was. Since when was Ichigo confident around women? Since when was he confident enough to back talk her while staring directly at her naked body?! Yoruichi harrumphed and crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at her wayward student. It looked like someone needed a lesson in who was the Teacher and who was the Student here. Ichigo was getting a bit too big for his britches!
“Well, enough lying about! It’s about time you got off your ass and stretched those muscles of yours a bit, don’t you think? You better not have let any of your skill atrophy by taking these breaks of yours!”
Even that didn’t seem to worry the unflappable young man as he ran a hand through his orange hair and stared at her. He was so damnably mellow, it was unconscionable!
“It hasn’t Yoruichi, I promise.”
“Not good enough! If you really think you’re still as strong as you had to become at the end there, then let’s have a little wager! A game of catch! All you have to do is tag me within thirty minutes and you win. However, if you lose, I get whatever I want!”
Ichigo suddenly looked somewhat interested, his eyebrows lifting up as he leaned forward in his chair.
“And if I win, I get whatever I want?”
That got a scoff from the Goddess of Flash.
“Sure Kurosaki, sure. But we both know you won’t win. And once the thirty minutes are up, your ass is going to be mine for the foreseeable future!”
Ichigo had a grin on his face as he slowly stood up and began moving towards his soul candy pills. As he did so, he waved a hand dismissively at her and called back over his shoulder.
“You can start running now Yoruichi. As soon as I’m out of my human form, I’m going to chase after you.”
Yoruichi’s eyes widened and her nostrils flared at the young man’s sheer audacity, but in the end she took him up on the offer anyways, figuring the faster they got started, the faster she’d get to make Ichigo her butt monkey. Disappearing from the orange haired boy’s room in a flash, a wide grin spread across Yoruichi’s face as she entered her element, that of speed and a high stakes game of tag that almost any other time would have been deadly.
The purple haired woman looked forward to teaching Ichigo that he had a long way to go before he could even think about catching her!
-x-X-x-
Yoruichi could scarcely believe it even now, laid out as she was on Ichigo’s bed, face down and tied to the four corner posts. She’d… she’d lost! And not by the skin of her teeth either, Ichigo had caught her within the first ten minutes! And then when she’d begrudgingly asked him exactly what he wanted, he’d done this to her! Yoruichi had acquiesced, rather surprised and more than a little intrigued by the handsome young man’s demand, but then he’d left her like this, face down, buck naked on his bed as he went back to his book.
“I-chi-goooo!~ How much longer do I have to stay like this?!”
“Not long now.”
That was the only response he’d give. This time though, it proved to be accurate, as a moment after the last syllable left his lips, there was a swoosh of displace air at the open window and a familiar voice rang through Yoruichi’s ears.
“Oh well, well, well… when you said you had a treat for me, I wasn’t expecting something this delicious. Hello Lady Yoruichi~”
The dark skinned woman’s eyes widened as she twisted her head around to look at her former protégé and the current Captain of the Second Division, Soi Fon. The young woman that she’d practically raised was NOT supposed to be here! What the hell was going on?! A split second after the thought passed through her mind, Yoruichi realized she really just needed to ask… and so she did, loudly.
“What the hell is going on here?! Ichigo?! Soi Fon?! I do NOT like being kept in the dark!”
Still, even though she could have broken through her bindings at any time, a deal was a deal and Yoruichi had lost the bet fair and square. As tempted as she was to snap the nylon ties that Ichigo had somehow just had lying around his room so she could confront her two pupils directly, instead the purple haired Goddess of Flash stayed where she was, fuming and waiting for an explanation. It came from Ichigo first and Soi Fon after.
“I don’t really know how it happened, but I guess Soi Fon and I are in a relationship now? She’s taken me under her wing in more ways than one.”
Hearing that, Yoruichi once again whipped her head towards her subordinate, demanding an explanation. Soi Fon radiated smugness as she gave it.
“Ichigo proved to be more than just a thorn in our side when he invaded the Soul Society. He is not just a skilled and driven warrior; he has an inner talent that few are born with. His potential is untapped. A man like that… I like to think he’s the kind of man you would push me towards. But more than that, I heard about how he achieved Bankai in fewer three days under your tutelage. And knowing that, I couldn’t help but feel a little competitive. Plus, I wanted to see just what heights I could push a student like Ichigo to myself.”
Here, Soi Fon’s smug smirk split into a giant grin.
“In the end, this is the result. If you and I are Goddesses of Flash, Ichigo is a God in the same manner. And that’s not all either…”
Yoruichi furrowed her brow in confusion as she watched her pupil saunter over to where Ichigo sat. Her eyes widened slightly as Soi Fon reached down and outright groped Ichigo’s crotch, rubbing her hand back and forth over his cock. Then she realized the effect that her former protégé was having on the young man, seeing the growing bulge beneath Soi Fon’s fingers as it quickly managed to eclipse her hand entirely.
Eventually though, Ichigo lashed out and grabbed Soi Fon’s wrist, a frown on his face as he looked at her. The petite flat chested Captain smirked at him.
“Go ahead Ichigo. I know you’ll never ask for permission, so I’m giving it to you. Go fuck my former master for me, won’t you? I think it’ll be cathartic for both of us… maybe even for her too.”
Yoruichi stared at the scene with her lips parted as she panted lightly. Her face was flushed with arousal and she couldn’t deny that she’d been hoping for this since Ichigo initially tied her up. When he looked from Soi Fon to her and saw no rejection, the orange haired boy who most certainly wasn’t a boy anymore stood up and shirked off his pants to reveal a massive cock hanging between his legs.
“H-holy shit…”
The dark skinned woman couldn’t help letting out a light whimper as both Ichigo and Soi Fon moved to join her on the bed. Her hips were lifted up and the tip of that mammoth sized member was easily fitting against her already wet cunt as she squirmed, but Yoruichi wasn’t able to focus completely on what Ichigo was doing behind her, mostly because of what Soi Fon was doing in front of her. The Captain of the Second Division had appeared in a flash at the head of the bed she was left staring at, and before Yoruichi knew it, Soi Fon had pulled down her leggings and exposed herself to her former sensei.
The two essentially met in the middle, Soi Fon placing her pussy lips on Yoruichi’s mouth at the same time as Ichigo thrust his huge cock into her pussy. And then they went a step further, leaning over her and kissing if the sound of lips smacking against lips that Yoruichi was hearing was anything to go by. Restrained as she was between the two of them, Yoruichi really had no choice but to take it. Of course she could have escaped and she almost did after imagining how fun it would be to force Ichigo and Soi Fon to hunt her down and pin her to the ground all over again… but for now, she didn’t want this to end.
Her tongue lanced out into Soi Fon’s cunt and her wide hips pushed back towards Ichigo’s thrusting member as they made her into the center of a semi-spit roast and made her love every moment of it. Ichigo was all man now and somehow along the way, Yoruichi had missed that. At the same time, Soi Fon had not and the dark skinned Goddess of Flash was more proud of her protégé than ever before. If not for the situation she was currently in, Yoruichi very well may have given Soi Fon a standing ovation for her catch.
Instead, she settled for eating the younger woman out, even as she thoroughly enjoyed every last moment of Ichigo plowing her cunt. Soon enough she was cumming around his thrusting dick and as a result her moans sent vibrations into Soi Fon’s pussy as it ground down on her mouth that sent her right over the edge as well. Yoruichi got a face full of pussy juices for her trouble, but that didn’t stop her from diving right back into it and bringing Soi Fon to several more orgasms as Ichigo did the same to her with his cock.
In the end, both women were tired by the time Ichigo’s stamina finally ran out and he released his seed inside of Yoruichi’s cunt. The nearly insensate purple haired beauty let out one final moan when she felt his hot cum painting her womb white, and then she passed out on the spot. Soi Fon wasn’t far behind her, though the Second Division Captain did make sure to give Ichigo a long, tongue-filled kiss as they cuddled at the head of the bed with Yoruichi lying between them.
If Soi Fon had things her way, Yoruichi would end up in their bed a lot more in the future, hopefully in bondage like she was now. The Shinigami Captain MAY have had some issues to work out with the beautiful woman who had abandoned her so long ago… but today had gone a long way to quelling them. Soi Fon fell asleep against Ichigo’s chest, a smile on her normally stoic and expressionless face.
