Changing of the Guard

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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.”

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            Kirio had offered a hand to lead herKing through the myriad of his desires, but maybe it was a journey moving tooquickly!  He’d just ejaculated over herface, copious enough to spill down to her breasts!  It was a sight to last with him forever, andeven if his cock wasn’t satisfied, he was. She’d done something glorious for him!

            But she was not through just yet,rising tall from the floor and letting her robes slip into the crooks of herarms – for proper removal – and told him that they’d continue.  “On the table.”

            She had said that, but Ichigo wasunable to move after standing; not when Kirio was undressing in front ofhim.  His hakama had already fallen andbunched at the floor around his feet, his shihakusho still hanging loose to hisshoulders.  It didn’t seem a problem,though Kirio seemed more transfixed in wiggling her way free of herclothes.  She sighed appreciatively whenshe stood naked, a welcome freeness against the furnace heat.  From head to toe, she was in a sheen ofsweat, flushed and presentable in her nudity. All smooth and slippery skin, flushed at the top of her breasts andunder the cum on her cheeks, her breasts unbound and still crushed together bytheir own abundance.  He mapped herentirely with his eyes, heading lower now to her stomach that had the faintridge of attractive definition running a line down the center to hernavel.  Hips spanned further than Inoue’s– commendable birthing hips – and a dark shock of grown purple pubic hair.  He could hardly even register the length ofher beautiful legs and thick thighs, or appreciate the attraction of a womannaked except for her socks.

            “Now don’t be idle, Ichigo-chan,”she chirped, moving to and clearing the table, hoisting the empty dishes to thesink and throwing her discarded robes over the wood like sheets.  Before Ichigo could clarify, she mounted thetable, laid back, and…

            “Continue as you want,” she invitedhim, hanging her head over the head of the table, the hair not trapped beneathher draping to the floor, her mouth opening wide and inviting, tongueextending.

            The Grain King…

            Ichigo hesitated, his palms overlysweaty.  She was lined up to take him,and it was a straight path down her gullet. He wasn’t sure.  He wasn’t sure…

            It was almost apologetic the way hepressed his cock in past her gaping lips. Yet she gave a noise of approval as he ushered himself further.  Her mouth was so deep, and her throat wasdeeper.  He felt the transference fromone to the other, the tightening of her gullet wrapping around him, firmer thanwhat he’d experienced before.  Heexpected some sort of refusal, that his cock was too large and clogged herwindpipe.  He could even see thedistention in her neck, bloating to the part where his cock reach.  She coughed around him, an involuntary gag,but then she settled, her hands coming to rest and hold onto his naked thighs.

            It was enough to just stay like thatfor him, but Kirio’s hands pressed in a subtle motion.  It wasn’t hard to guess what it meant.  He eased out, groaning as he pulled throughher throat, and then went back when her hands relaxed.  She guided him to his rhythm.  He could press in deep… verydeep!  She would respond without so muchas a sputter; just a murmur of happy consent. Sometimes, she would swallow, which made the walls around him shudderand stroke and compress him.

            He began a tempo when she let him onhis own.  Slow, slow, gaining speed.  Faster, becoming harder.  He felt her nose press against his balls whenhe went deepest.  And she was starting tomoan.

            “D-Dammit!”  He lost his composure, falling forward overher, catching the edges of the table at her sides.  He was over her breasts now, rippling faintlywhenever his cock lurched down her throat. It was impossible to resist placing a hand on one, fingers sinking intoabundant flesh that swelled between them. The other hand on the other; finally, with some tolerance offlexibility, he bowed his head and latched onto a nipple.

            “Glk!”  For the first time, Kirio surged, an abruptsputter of spit around him.  He began toretract worriedly until her hands grabbed behind him, fingernails turning intothe taut meat of his ass, pulling him back to nestle down her throat.

            She tolerated a lot.  Ichigo had to give her that much.  Feeling like a savage, he arched his back andbegan to beat his hips to her face, thinking that he’d feed her his cum soonenough, and then they’d both be satisfied!

            If not for him gleaming her pubicpatch.  Thick, curly and colorful hairnested at her mound, her knees raised and thighs parted, lending her apex thegrandeur befitting it significance. Ichigo’s fingers ticked against the softness of her tits.  To touch there…

            Kirio responded immediately, agreater hitch than before when she felt fingers drifting through her fur,exploring the landscape of womanhood. â€œIchigo-chan,” she gasped immediately after garbling out his appendage,his fingertip crooking by pleasant happenstance against her swollen clit.

            At once, he seemed to snap back tohimself and retracted his left hand from her crotch.  His cock free of her deep throat, he stumbledand gave her space as she reared up, sitting and clearing her throat politely.  “Sorry!” he hastened out, thinking he musthave been too overzealous and overstepped boundaries.  He should have had verbal consent first!  Rather than guess that full access was whatshe allowed.

            “Not at all,” she said, turning tohim with that cheery, motherly smile over her shoulder, her bouncy hair flowingover and down her back.  A finger cameup, wiping at the spit and cum on her face, as if applying moisturizer to herskin.  “But I did tell you…”  She reached out and took his left hand;Ichigo tingled as he felt her caress it, lifting it to her face, pressing herlips to his palm with such adoration and reverence.  Her eyes flashed erotically at him.  “You can’t be reckless.”

            The air shifted, holding still for along moment as they scanned one another’s eyes. He was breathless in view of her. Those eyes held such depthless care and… and lust!

            Ichigo didn’t even try to restrainhimself.  He was scrambling onto thetable in an instant, her willingly lying back and parting her legs forhim.  His robes draped over them bothlike a veil, but the firelight illuminated well enough between them, thoughthey were willing to act by touch alone. â€œLet me,” breathed Kirio, taking Ichigo’s cock herself and applying itto her soaking heat.  She lavished himwith a few teasing brushes against her soft hair – He hissed, delighted andneedy together. – and finally fixed him appropriately to her folds.  He wanted to show her the same kind of carehe’d given Orihime when sliding in for the first time, but he could not.  She was an experienced woman, and she’d ledhim to the peak of arousal.  He went inhard, bottoming out in one good thrust; it helped that she was so wet.

            “Ahn!” she moaned in reply tohis shuddering huff.  Her back arched,breasts shifting and sloping, her face drawn in a look of happy ecstasy.

            Ichigo wasn’t sure he’d lastlong.  He only hoped that he could bring Kiriosome satisfaction, as a King and a lover, in his predicted haste.

            Her soft walls made a bid for him torelease it all now.  It was okay.  Dump all of his turmoil and frustrations here.  She knew what to do with it all.

            “Ah~  Ichigo-chan♥”  She touched him, hands pulling across hissternum, and her body undulated in time with his thrusts, matching thegyrations of his eager thrusts.  When helooked up from their connecting bodies – The firelight made their definitionsdramatic and dance. – he saw her looking straight at him, biting her lip andmoaning huskily.  Despite the acridflavor put upon them, he kissed her deep, dropping his body onto hers.  Soft at the chest, but firm beddingeverywhere else, like she was supposed to be lain upon.  Her tongue was slow and coaxing, though hiswas energetic, darting everywhere he could like he was searching for some spotthat could cause her to swoon.  Best waswhen he relaxed and let their tongues fumble over one another.

            Harder, harder!  Ichigo’s hips beat down hard between herlifted thighs.  He had to recede his lipsfrom hers; he was losing air more than he was taking in.  Kirio rolled her shoulders, head falling toone side, hands filling her hair, showing sensuality and exposure when sheraised her arms, expressing all of her smooth body.  But when her hands came down from flaunting, theywent to his shoulders.  “Mmm!  Ichigo-chan,” she mewled, eyes openingslightly, teeth hardly able to stop nibbling her lip, “I appreciate yourenthusiasm, but I hope you’re gentler with Orihime-chan.”  She consoled his abrupt pause and look ofapprehension by raising her head and kissing his shoulder, and then along hiscollarbone.  She hooked onto him with herfingernails, dragging carefully against his fevered flesh to bestow shocked ofpleasure to him.  “She is a humangirl, after all.”

            “Y-Yeah,” Ichigo said, instinctivelyknowing to check himself with her.  Shewasn’t a… a ‘brawler’ like the others, though Tatsuki had spoken praises ofOrihime’s aptitude for martial arts. â€œI-I tried… not to…”  Go toodeep, but he was embarrassed to say it out loud.

            “That’s good.”

            He felt Kirio’s legs drawing up hissides, hugging him to her.

            “But don’t hold back on myaccount.”  Heavy eye contact then.

            Give it to me.

            Ichigo simmered, his voice rising toa full yell as he pounded Kirio to the best of his capabilities.  He had no time to revel in it, but he hadmade her lose herself.  “Oh!  Uhn! Ichigo-chan♥  Ah!  Ah♥ Deeper!”  Her hands shot fromhis back to grasp the table like she’d be thrown off unless she held on fordear life.  Panting, she looked down andwatched the shadowed cock burrow again and again into her.  “Touch me!”  She squeezed at his left arm.  “Touch me!”  He did. Not knowing how to, but he did.  Hereached and grabbed at her pussy, fingers spreading around his cock, vaguelysearching for her clit, but it was unnecessary: Kirio pitched herself back hard– A loud thump! from the table. – and wailed her successfulrelease.  Enough ejaculate to dowse thoseraging fires around them sprayed out from her, around him, making more of amess.  Muscles seizing up on him washardly necessary; seeing her beauty in a shock of euphoria was enough totrigger Ichigo, to blow all the reserves of his balls into her.  With a shake in his voice, he declared hisarrival and began filling Kirio’s channel with his lifegiving potency.  It rushed into her, colliding with hercervical wall and sinking in deeper to her nubile body.  He hissed and cursed, curling his body intime with each heavy spurt until he finally collapsed.

            A pair of sweaty bodies stackedtogether, panting as the stoves burned. Kirio’s limbs relaxed, legs falling open, head cocked slightly and eyesdreamily rolled upward, a smile of relief still kept on her features while theboy’s face pressed into her bosom, sounding like he was struggling to keepafloat in uncalm seas.  He wasn’t surehow to respond to this.  Inoue, it waseasier; they had background and a sort of instinct to one another.  With Kirio, he didn’t want to say somethingfoolish.  Well, maybe blissful silencecould last a little longer…

            gurgle…

            His head lifted a little from thesound of her heart racing in her chest. â€œGurgle?”  He looked confused… andsuddenly, the bed beneath him began to swell, bigger and bigger to amattress!  Even the density around hiscock – still wedged within Kirio’s pulsating quim as he slowly shrunk –increased, pressing upon him before forcing him out with a spurt of seedchasing.  Baffled, he reared up andlooked down.

            “Whoo~” exclaimed the robust Kirio,wiping at her brow with a pudgy hand and smiling joyfully at Ichigo with herbeady eyes.  “That was certainly anexperience, Ichigo-chan♥”

            Ichigo’s face drew down, and heerupted with a horrified “What the hell?!”