Breaking the Hornet

The sun was beginning to set over Karakura Town as Soifon tapped on the door of the Urahara Shoten, uncertainty masked by her austere expression. It had only taken moments after leaving last night to know that her deal with Urahara-- endure seven days worth of whatever unsavory acts he'd committed upon her beloved Yoruichi-sama to earn her attentions forever-- had been a hasty and foolish mistake. But it was too late now; both she and that smug bastard knew her pride wouldn't allow her to opt out of this 'contest' now.

Even so, she was on the verge of simply leaving anyway before the door opened, and Kisuke appeared before her at the threshold.

"Ahh, Soifon-chan! And here I was starting to think you'd have bowed out." The cocksure grin on his face, combined with the not-so-subtle jab might have been intended to bait her, but she resolutely stepped inside anyway. Foolish or not, she was going to see this through no matter what.

Just remember Yoruichi-sama, she told herself as she took a calming breath. Focus on Yoruichi-sama.

True to his word, the building was empty save for the two of them, the shopkeeper apparently having closed up early for the night. They said nothing as he led the way to his bedroom, and sliding the door open Soifon was somewhat surprised to see a small table set with a flickering candle and adorned by warm sake.

"I thought a nightcap might calm you down," Kisuke said offhandedly as he sat down and began to pour a cup. "I can see you're pretty nervous about th--"

"Let's just get this over with."

Looking up, the former Captain nearly chuckled to see the indomitable, perpetually angry Soifon already half-naked, her white coat on the floor and skimpy black top hanging around her waist. Her cheeks were visibly red in the dim candlelight (offset somewhat by her glaring silver eyes), but she made no attempt to hide her small, yet perfectly round breasts. This might be even more enjoyable then he'd thought, Kisuke considered as he eyed her firm stomach and the gentle swell of her hips.

"Heh. Not one for foreplay, then?"

Soifon had just about had enough, was willing to give up Yoruichi altogether if it meant she didn't have to see this lecherous asshole again, when she felt a strong hand force her to the ground, onto a remarkably soft futon, and had barely enough time to orient herself when Kisuke's smiling face was mere inches from hers, his eyes glittering with power and a sudden bolt of fear piercing Soifon's chest.

"That's just fine with me, frankly."

At once Soifon realized just what kind of danger she was in, and attempted to push him away, to reach for Suzumebachi just inches away with her discarded clothes, when Kisuke promptly grabbed both her wrists and pinned them above her head. She tried to kick him off, but all that did was allow him to pull the bottom half of her uniform away, leaving her completely bare and resolutely under Kisuke's power.

It was only then that she noticed he'd somehow disrobed in the brief period she hadn't been looking to undress herself-- he was naked from the waist up, his bare chest rock-hard and arms surprisingly muscular.

Something twinged in her stomach, deep between her legs at the acknowledgement, but faded instantly. She'd never been attracted to men, and to feel some fraction of such a thing at this particular moment struck her as magnificently ill-timed.

She continued to struggle until she felt thick fingers brush against her slit and her chest immediately seized up. Kisuke held them up, expression deeply satisfied as Soifon realized they were glistening. With HER juices.

"Well well, didn't expect you to react THAT way, Little Bee," Kisuke smirked. "Most girls don't get off on the threat of being forcibly overpowered."

Soifon could feel her face boiling as she spit angrily at her captor, but Kisuke didn't even flinch. In fact, he seemed to be happier.

"Well, glad to see you have some fight in you still-- it'd certainly make this week a lot more boring otherwise-- but let's see what we can do about that." With little effort, Kisuke lifted Soifon's rear up so her head was craned inward on the bed and her legs were hanging in the air, and before Soifon could ask what the hell he was doing, his tongue was inside her.

The Shinigami gasped aloud, her eyes wide as saucers at the abrupt intrusion, her whole body tensing as she felt the wet muscle probe deep within her vaginal walls one minute then brushing against her rapidly-hardening clitoris the next. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing too; every time she worked up the urge to struggle, Kisuke's mouth seemed to hit just the right spot to make her seize up and tremble, and her attempts to curse him with her own mouth seemed to die into little pathetic gasps she hated herself for but just couldn't stop.

Still, as good as he was-- and gods help her for admitting it, but he might have been even better than Yoruichi-- Soifon still thought she could hold out against his assault long enough to escape.

But then she felt his fingers where his tongue had been, suddenly jammed against her cervix, and his tongue-- oh gods-- his tongue teasing her anus just so and that was all it took before she went stiff as a board and came, jerking violently as her juices gushed out and her mouth gaped noiselessly and still Kisuke continued to lick and finger Soifon until her body went completely limp. Only then did Kisuke let her go altogether, her pinned arms falling helplessly beside her to the bed and her ass following shortly after.

"Well, Little Bee?" Kisuke mocked as he sat back, just enough to begin working on the strap of his pants. "If you want to back out, now's the time."

On the one hand, Soifon wanted nothing more than to leave now, before the inevitable took place and her sense of self could at least remain intact. On the other, she couldn't leave even if she wanted to-- it killed her to admit it, but Kisuke had just given her the absolute greatest oral orgasm of her life, and there wasn't an inch of her strong enough after an onslaught like that to make a break for it. All she could do, despite her still-protesting mind, was lay there breathing heavily as Kisuke removed his pants, now completely naked.

As she looked down just enough to see between his legs, Soifon could only stare dumbstruck.

She didn't have-- nor did she think she would need to possess-- any firsthand knowledge of the average size of the male sex organ-- but she didn't need any to know that Kisuke was unquestionably well-endowed. Even in her bedraggled state, she could at least guess he was at least a foot long, and almost as wide as her wrist.

Oh gods. It wouldn't fit. There was no way possible she could take something that big. Desperate, she tried once more to push him off but her arms were like jelly now, and he pinned them to each side of her body with little effort.

"N-no," Soifon managed, her mind racing and voice trembling as she realized there truly was no way out now. "U-Urahara, stop--"

"I don't think that's really what you want, Little Bee," Kisuke whispered huskily as he positioned himself right against Soifon's still-dripping vulva, that damned smirk still on his face.

"No... no, no please Urahara I give up, I don't want th--" her last-ditch, shameless, frightened plea was swallowed up by a gasp as Kisuke thrust into her without warning, filling the petite Captain to the hilt with his massive cock.

In that instant, the gears in Soifon's head ground to a halt. She couldn't think, couldn't breathe, the only thing she was cognizant of was the hot, hard organ filling her to the brim, her vaginal muscles aching and trying desperately to adjust to him inside her. Her brain was still trying to catch up as he began to move, lightning-fast, pounding her already tight snatch with reckless abandon.

He was merciless, fucking Soifon into the futon harder than she could process, her mouth still gaping and drool beginning to slide out the sides of her lips as he began pulling on her arms, leveraging her arousal-rigid body against his, and amidst her fog of confusion and helplessness and desperation Soifon could swear she heard a woman moaning, growing louder and more shameless in time with Kisuke's brutal thrusts.

Somehow, she realized the voice howling like an eager whore was her own.

The only warning of his own orgasm was a single slow, deep thrust, before she felt his seed scalding hot against her womb. Despite her best efforts to hold back, she followed him seconds later, a final alien moan sounding from the proud Shinigami as her inner walls squeezed Kisuke tighter. He pulled out in moments, standing effortlessly to smile down at Soifon-- only minutes ago standing so confident and tall, now lying in a puddle of her own arousal, too weak even to crawl.

"Well, I think that went rather well, don't you Little Bee?" He half-expected an angry retort, some flicker of defiance, but Soifon just lay there, breathing heavily with reddened, tear-soaked cheeks. "Tell you what-- if you can walk out of here before it's time to start tomorrow, we'll consider the whole deal a scratch, alright?"

With that, he turned off the light and left the bedroom, pausing only to blow out the still-burning candle (and admire his handiwork) before sliding the door shut with a thud.