Changing of the Guard

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            Ichigo thought he couldn’t eat, buthe was wrong.  He indulged Kirio bytaking a bite of crisp fried shrimp, and then another.  Before he knew it, he’d eaten the whole plateand had pulled a whole bowl in front of him and devoured without missing abeat.  “So good!” he said inbetween bites, chewing noisily, stopping only to wash his intake down with somewarm tea.

            “A hungry Reio is a healthyReio!  I’m glad you’re so willing now!”

            He managed to stop – but notimmediately, as there were still a few morsels in his bowl – to look at theGrain King.  She was looking happy justwatching him, arms folded beneath her breasts which raised them together; asecondary feast for his eyes, whetting his second appetite and reminding himthat his erection was yet to be quelled. He felt somewhat guilty harboring it in the presence of another woman.  Not like he and Inoue had outright declared afirm relationship, but he was of a traditional sense that such intimacycouldn’t simply be dismissed.  She washis first as he was hers.  But theelation of the meal fused with the spectacular view of Squad Zero’s hiddenbeauty watching over him with matronly affection.

            “You know,” he began, lowering hishead and pulling the last dish in front of him, “you don’t have to stay.  If you want to go to bed…”

            “Now, now, Ichigo-chan,” she refutedhim with two claps.  “It’s an honor tostand here and make sure the meal is to your liking.  What you’ve sacrificed, I would say no onewould have to right to refuse you.”

            “Sacrifice?” he repeated, and thendropped his eyes on his poised chopsticks. Idly, they opened and closed. â€œYou could say that… but it’s not like I’m sacrificing much.  I’m still here, I’m still me.  I’m just… living in a palace now, right?”

            Kirio nodded.  “That’s true. But unlike others, your mere existence isn’t just a right; it’s aresponsibility.  You can no longer makedecisions without having the weight of innumerable lives on yourshoulders!  It might not sound sodramatic to say out loud, but it is a responsibility!  That’s why I will happily attend to all yourhungers and aid where I can.”

            She was right; when saying hisposition out loud, it was hard to really grasp the scope of things.  To a teenager barely getting out of highschool, the world to him hardly reached beyond the boundaries of Karakura Town.  It was his family, his friends, even thedelinquents who hunted him down, the familiar and even unfamiliar strangers onthe street.  Ochi-sensei, Imoyama-san,the effeminate night-shift clerk at the convenience story…  Even Soul Society and Hueco Mundo, with thelittle relations he’d forged there.  Hehad to contemplate them all whenever he thought of being reckless.

            Tch.

            He finished this third and finalbowl with calming hunger and greater dignity than he’d started with.

            What recklessness could he get intonow as Reio?

            “Thanks for the meal,” he saidrespectfully after setting down his chopsticks.

            In a trice, unexpected to him, hischair was suddenly turned and the space between his knees occupied by Kirio’scurvaceous frame.  On her knees, he couldfeel the heaviness of her breasts resting upon his legs.  Her hands kept them parted, fortifying herstay though his instinct was to close her off, lest she discover the offendingpole holding against his hakama.

            “Kirio!  What are you doing?!”  His voice bled into a shuddering cry, findingthis vantage point even more humbling than when her open top faced himdirectly.  Her boobs glistened withsweat, the fire’s light making her pale skin vibrant and elaborate.  She seemed so poised even against theperspiration, smiling at him.  The moreshe relaxed, the more her tits settled on him, and he could already see thather robes would not contain them at this rate; he was already aware of theouter rim of her areola peeking past the cloth. He – if he was the bold, affronting sort – might have suggested she weara bra from now on, but doubted there was a size big enough to support thosesoft boulders!

            “I’ve already told you that I’m hereto satiate your appetites, Ichigo-chan.” And without pause for consideration or explanation, she began to untiehis sash until his robes opened and revealed the fullness of his sternum.  “That includes the male’s appetite forflesh.”  She smiled welcomingly at him.

            “What are you talking about?” Ichigopanicked, trying to suppress the involuntary and eager responses of hisbody.  But those responses had a headstart, like a tug-of-war that was started before one side had even grabbed therope.

            And Kirio was so blissfullyobliging.  Beautiful.  In this moment, sexy.  She leered at him, heat in her eyes that didnot come from the tireless stoves around them. â€œNo need to by shy, Ichigo-chan.” Her palms slid up his body, easing his shihakusho away from historso.  They stopped at his chest,feeling his heartbeat.  It was racing,yet his reiatsu remained even.  Perhaps alittle thunder on the far-off horizon, but he could keep it at bay, and she wasthere to help him.  “It’s entirelynatural.  I’m here to tell you…”  She paused, dipping her head down to hischest, kissing at his pectorals.  Ichigojumped under her soft, silken lips like she had stabbed him with a hot poker;he didn’t yield, though, seething as she kissed the other side after speaking,“… this is perfectly normal…”  She smiledup at him.  “For a healthy King.”

            Ichigo felt sweat accumulating morerapidly.  His sandals slipped against thefloor, losing ground as his willing body combated with his anxious mind.  He continued to lose in this strife, thoughlosing was certainly a matter of high moral opinion.  “I-I’m not sure we should,” he confessedbreathlessly.  It was like diving intoice water, air stuck in the highest part of the chest, gasping uncontrollably,and at the same time, he was melting.  Hefelt the troublesome blotches overflowing, staining the inside of hissmallclothes, the muscle straining to get out.

            Kirio simply chortled and continueda butterfly’s path against his abdominals, kissing every trained muscle untilshe reached his pelvis.  Sashes alreadygone, his waist was in a loose bundle of cloth. â€œIt’s perfectly fine to stop now,” she told him, fingernails scrapinglightly down the trail her lips had blazed. â€œBut if you’re worried about Orihime-chan…”

            He flushed obviously.  If it was a secret – and he had hoped to keepit – it wasn’t anymore, even if he tried to deny it.

            She tapped lightly to the side ofher nose and whispered, “A chef’s senses are keen, and not just by taste.  Now just try, Ichigo-chan”—She began toshuffle down his trousers, him unable to stop her—“and make up your mindafterward.”

            Ichigo wished it was as simple asdeciding to taste a new food.  This was abit more significant.  He grasped ontothe edge of his seat, tensing as Kirio went through his layers of clothes and…

            “Oop!”  She uncovered his length perhaps too brisklyto have made such a noise, surprised at its swift arrival, but without the opengawking Inoue had given his hardened piece. Now Kirio had her chance to contemplate it, with more objectivity thanInoue’s biased assessment.  Thepurple-haired woman looked pleased and predatory, very much like an animal whohad stumbled upon a great feasting.

            Ichigo took the wordless complimentwith hesitant pride; he shouldn’t feel such elation from a gaze sizing up hisshaft, something he was born (or gifted) with.

            “Your body responds remarkably welldespite the contrast of your thoughts.” Her head lowered with deliberate slowness, allowing him time to processthe meaning of her dipping mouth.  “Youneed only relax, Reio-sama, and allow me to serve you.”

            The cock throbbed recklessly whenher hands encircled its base, steadying it to point straight up.  The tension there made Ichigo afraid he’d letloose the pent-up arousal.  He shudderedloudly when the warm breath of Kirio caressed his swollen head.  All with more ease than Inoue, tantalizinghim in ways so different from her.  Butfor all his reservations, he could not bring himself to scream “Stop, Kirio!”though he had gotten impressively close to shouting such taboo.

            “Hm!” she hummed spritelywhen her tongue dabbed across his tip like she was removing a band-aid.  The precum welling up at his slit was goneand traveling down Kirio’s neck when she swallowed.  Whatever his taste – and by scent alone, hehad been dissuaded from semen – she was at odds, finding the pre-ejaculate toher liking.  “Sweet!  Savory! Yes, you are a healthy boy, aren’t you, Ichigo-chan?”

            Ichigo breathed, but was able to dolittle else.  Not even think.  Watching was his primary instinct as the darklips descending again, this time with a lingering tongue waggling against hisflushed tip, stealing away whatever precum surfaced before pursing her lips andkissing.  Once, then twice.  He moaned. The kisses were such brief and light stimulations, hardly registering,but watching her handle his cock, hands cradling him as she pecked her way downhis underside and got to his sac.

            She mused appreciatively as shesmothered her lips into his tight scrotum, drawing back only slightly – lessspace than she had given his shaft – and nestled the balls in her gentlehand.  She looked up at him, ignoring –rather, never minding – the hefty meat leaning and leaking onto her face, intoher hair.  “The seeds of life,Ichigo-chan.  Precious.  Even more so for Reio-sama.”

            Half-understanding, he nodded, eagerfor her to commence.

            She did.  She licked one of them, swirling her tonguearound several times, and taking it gently into her mouth.  The sensitivity and fear natural to that partbeing vulnerable made Ichigo seize up with a gasp, unable to relax even as sheswitched to the other, leading with a wad of spit across it before licking andsuckling again.  He seethed her name, andshe reciprocated by stretching her mouth around both, batting her eyesup at him when she succeeded.  Her cheeksbloated like she was changing into her obese form.  She garbled around them; he wasn’t sure sheif she was trying to say something.  Badmanners to speak with her mouth full, but it was more about sensation.  Spittle burst between lips and balls, soakingthem entirely before she finally exhaled them into her hand, setting them downcarefully – even with the tight scrotum not allowing dangling.

            Gazing at his wheezing form, Kiriosmiled; pristine if not for the lewd spatter of spit covering the lower half ofher face.  “I’m sure Orihime-chan willlearn her own tricks in time,” she said.

            “What’s that mean?” Ichigobreathlessly said.

            Kirio giggled behind a hand as shewiped her mouth, covering her palm with her saliva and contemplating it.  The excess dripped, and she made sure itdripped onto his pole.  “There’s no needto hide it.  Mmm!”  She purred as she pressed her mouth againsthis length, inhaling and then licking gradually up to his tip.  Precum and spit stringed together.  “I can taste her still on her.”

            Ichigo turned deep red.

            “Nothing to be embarrassed about,Ichigo-chan.  She has a sweet flavor likeyou.  You’ll work well together.  If you’d like”—She smiled with lusty eyes—“Ican instruct you both.”

            She left no time for him to answer;just something for him to contemplate as she took him into her mouth.  She went slow, letting him savor this newexperience.  Inoue had handled him byhand, both of them too new to try the more-advanced stuff.  Kirio was a good first, though; knowing justwhat she was doing, knowing to consider his experience and letting him reallyfeel it.  He felt the slightest graze ofher teeth – intentional on her part, allowing him to see the difference fromInoue’s womanhood – and he saw her cheeks hollow when she had taken half of himin.  She sucked him, but not hard; justenough to get him to shudder.  And downshe went some more when he seemed calmed.

            Her mouth was so deep…  He slumped in his seat, eyes rolling up asshe bobbed methodically on his cock, making wet, squelching noises as hersaliva churned around him.  Then she pulledup.  Pulled and pulled, really tugging athis head until he popped free with an arching lance of her spit catching thefirelight.  “Yes,” she reflected,touching her tingling lips with her fingertips. â€œYou and Orihime-chan are very sweet together.”

            Ichigo was having enough breathingwithout having to respond.  If she lefthim like this, a cock glimmering with her warm saliva, he wasn’t sure if he’dbe upset or glad just to have had a moment in her incredible mouth.

            Lucky for his more honest andselfish side, Kirio had pledged herself to his satisfaction, and it seemed hisearlier curiosities would not go unaddressed. She relaxed on her haunches, gazing leisurely down at her sweatingbreasts.  And then one was taken out frombehind the robe, followed by the other. Without the support of her hands, they collapsed onto his thighs in aspreading mass of jiggly jugs.  The pinknipples he had glimpsed before were tightened much like Inoue’s had, pullinginto oval shapes as the centered nub lifted and pointed like little eraserheads.

            “I suppose they’re not so differentthan Orihime-chan’s,” she said modestly, hands gliding down the playful slopes,teasing her nipples in passing.  Shegleamed at Ichigo’s stayed attention, smirking to herself.  “But you certainly hold an admiration forthem, don’t you?”

            “I-I…!”  Ichigo wanted to say something to thecontrary; at least something to make him seem less of a pervert, but hisfascination was grounded in reality. They were big!  Huge!  Not to compare but… Rangiku-san’s size, ifnot possibly larger!  There had beenaffirmations by Keigo that Rangiku-san in a schoolgirl uniform was the pinnacleof breast achievement.  Ichigo would haveto disagree now that Kirio was applying her own pair to his lap, stifling hiscock in between the fleshy mounds until he was up against her sternum.  He almost burst there, the head of his dickhardly cresting.  The wetness of herperspiration made this embrace made a similar sensation to when he was buriedin between Inoue’s legs!  Kirio’s titsswamped him, becoming tight when her hands ushered the globes inward, plumpingthem up around him.  The slick of sweatand spit made the most insignificant moves seem extreme and pleasurable.  And then the contribution of the flowingprecum… before Kirio craned her tongue in to tease and clean his tip.

            “I’m certain Orihime-chan would bewilling for you, Ichigo-chan,” she said excitedly, pushing her breasts up in afirm first stroke across his soaked cock.

            Ichigo seethed and recoiled againstthe back of his chair, feeling inverted somehow, gravity shifting and the roomtilting back.  And then she receded andthe seat was secure again.  He breatheddeep, her giving him the opportunity while looking pleased with hisreaction.  He felt his tongue was a bitlighter in his mouth.  “Inoue’s…resting,” he said with apparent shame.

            “Ah~ you tuckered her out,the poor girl.”  Kirio still rewardedIchigo’s honesty by lapping at his drooling cockhead again.  “Take it slow with her.  Come to me if you need more for themoment.  I’ll be happy to assistyou!”  Her breasts flowed magnificentlyover his cock, the time for talk ending to the heady gasps from him and thesmall, restrained grunts from her.  Shealternatively used different technique, from the simple up-and-down with theguidance of her hands, to clapping them around him – wet squelches as theycollided with him in the middle – and grabbing his knees to surge her entirebust at him.  One particularly lastingstroke carried her face up to him, where she lingered, grinning expectantly inhis face.  He got the message or wassmart enough to act on impulse.  Hekissed her, hard, thrusting his hands into her purple locks, holding her tohim, letting her hand sneak between them to caress his cock as her big breastsflattened to his chest.

            Throb-throb!

            “Mmm, one moment,Ichigo-chan,” she cooed after disengaging from his lips.  She sunk back to his erection, breastspassing over it, directing the tip to the caress of her mouth.  It took no more than two sweet suckles forhim to swell and burst.  And Kirioapproved.  She approved of the warm,acidic fluid gushing into her mouth, though she did not swallow.  She swirled it around with her tongue and,before he had even finished ejaculating, she extracted him.  It would have been a torment if not for thelook in her eyes and the tenderness of her hand while she maneuvered himthrough the semen gushing out of her mouth; frothing and plentiful.  He wasn’t sure if it was just a large load orhis orgasm doubled upon itself!  But hespouted more, decorating her cheeks as she veered him across her black and nowwhite-stained lips.  She blew and burbledhis cum against his cock’s crown, thick white bubbles sliding down his lengthuntil she spotted him with those sloppy, sticky kisses.  It was a manner that Ichigo admittedly wasn’tat all prepared for.

            How could he ever take sweet wordsfrom her lips after seeing them smirking and stained so filthily?

            The spasming tube inside him relaxed,all tension ebbing and the jolts of semen slowing to a leak that Kirio nuzzledand kissed and licked.  He knew bywatching her that his arousal would not dissipate.

            Kirio took pause of her enjoyment togrin up at him, his semen smeared across her mouth and cheeks, an obscenedollop dripping low from her chin before detaching and spattering her cleavage.

            No, he wasn’t finished, and shewouldn’t let him leave without cleaning the plate.

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            “Is that how it is?  How interesting.”  Osho could certainly sound interested forsomeone whose wisdom was declared as the greatest in Soul Society history.  He’d finished his food, and sucking hisgreasy fingers clean, he moved over to Urahara when the scientist rose from hisseat with a revelation.

            “It seems so,” Urahara mused, aslight quaver in his happy tone.  “Icertainly don’t mean to be too intrusive on Kurosaki-san but…  Well, it’s for his own good that we monitorhim thoroughly, especially in these earliest stages.”

            Osho’s big eyes fixed on thescreen.  A whole lot of nonsensicalsymbols…

            “What if we simply encase him withinthe crystal?” he said dispassionately. â€œIt has certainly worked before.”

            “No, no,” Urahara quicklyrefused.  “It’s bad enough to have placedthis burden on him in the first place. Without Kurosaki-san’s efforts and sacrifice, we would have been doomedalready.  He deserves whatever freedom hecan find.  Although…”  He trailed off to his next though, cuppinghis scruffy chin.  “I cannot simply bringwomen to him…”

            “Hm!  With a noble purpose,” began Osho, thinkingon a grander scale of things.  Again,Urahara declined.

            “Kurosaki-san is not the type to goalong with it if he knew they felt coerced,” Urahara said to put the idea to aclose.  “Obviously, Inoue-san is”—Hecouldn’t help a smirk—“enamored, but a human girl…”

            “Hardly able to keep up with the rawstamina of Reio,” agreed Osho.  He noddedonce, his gaze shifting to Urahara.  “Sothat is your plan.”

            A small grin appeared on Urahara’sface.  “I’m sure Captain Kurotsuchi hasthought of it, too.  Kurosaki-san selectshis new guard himself…”

            “But he’ll need more options thanwhat he is likely to choose.”  Oshofolded him arms, humming deeply in his throat. â€œI suppose it is not unusual… for a King to possess many wives.”

            “My,” sighed Urahara, placing a handatop his hat, tilting it to shield his gaze. â€œI wouldn’t have ever thought to be planning this for Kurosaki-san…”

            Osho went on, separated from theemotional turmoil of the other.  “Asuitable bride from each race, at least. At his betrayal, Adnyeus was dismembered to weaken him.  But, maybe it’s possible…”

            “To divide him in other ways,”Urahara finished, his eye gleaming sidelong to the burly Monk.  Osho just grinned in agreement, lettingUrahara turn back to the screens.  “Itcertainly indicates a leveling of his reiatsu in intimacy.  We’ll have to set out a schedule.  And properly recruit…”

            “Leave that to me, UraharaKisuke.”  The low, chastising voice cameup from the side, a silhouette approaching from the dark.  Joints clicking, her feet lingering above theground.  Shutara Senjumaru smirked slyly,a marionette hand coiling beneath her red lips. â€œAfter all, crafting for Reio is my specialty.”