Tales of the Chore Boy

Hanataro stepped slowly up to the last cell in the small jailhouse, a now half-empty mop bucket full of dirty water in one hand and the mop to go with it in the other. That particular cell was the only occupied one in the building as well, and the building itself had no present guards to speak of; this particular prisoner was so subservient, peaceful, and obliging, they felt it safe to go off to partake in a little drink. This was fine by the thin boy’s mind; after all, the fewer people around, the more likely he was to hear another one of the prisoner’s exciting tales. Sliding the cell key into the lock, Hanataro tentatively stepped into the cell, bowing slightly to the prisoner’s back.

“Excuse me, Mistress Kuch- er, Rukia, but it’s me again, Hanataro. I’m gonna mop up in here, kay?” He asked softly, blushing slightly at being allowed to address the royalty with such familiarity; truth be told, it was one of the few things he had to be proud of, despite the fact that this particular noble preferred everybody call her by her name, rather than ‘Mistress Kuchiki’.

“That’s fine, Hanataro. So, how are you doing today?” She asked calmly, her head lowered a bit. There was no conviction to her statements; they were all filled with sorrow and woe, bringing a sort of depressing air to the place.

“Er, fine, Rukia, thank you for asking. Um… so…” Hanataro simply stood in place for a few seconds, unsure of how to politely respond further; it was pointless to ask how her day was in return, as it was obviously pretty dull and dreary. As he wondered what to say in order to make the situation less uncomfortable, Rukia spoke again.

“That’s good to hear. Tell me, Hanataro, do you have a girlfriend?” The words took a minute to make sense to the stunned errand boy, and he blushed heavily as he began ringing out the mop in his hand, preparing to begin his chores.

“Um, no, Rukia… I guess I never really had the, uh, courage to… well… ask anybody… if they would like to, er, be, y’know, with me…” He stammered and muttered for a few good seconds before deciding silence was prudent at this point; he was starting to feel more like a fool than when the 11th Division bullies cornered him and shot him with such questions, only in much less friendly circumstances.

The small girl in white robes in the center of the room simply nodded gently at his answer, convoluted though it may have been. For whatever reason, she had been thinking about her lack of a significant other as well; after all, if the whispers she could always hear from the over-loud guards were any hint, she was not much longer for this world.

As the beet red Shinigami pushed his mop slowly from one side of the cell to the other, he was quite shocked when he turned around at one point to see Rukia, one of the very precious few Shinigami in Soul Society actually slightly shorter than himself, standing directly in the path of his mop. He would have been shocked into paralysis by the fact that she was standing at all, as he hadn’t seen her move from her seat at all in the few days she had been locked away. Without a word, she took a step closer to him before swatting the mop from his hands, the wooden handle making a very loud retort against the concrete floor when it bounced. Rukia, it seemed, had decided there were some things she fully intended to do before dying.

“Kiss me, Hanataro. Now.” He blinked down at her in utter confusion for all of one second. That was all the time she gave him; when the second was up, he found his robes seized into fistfuls by the surprisingly strong female and he was immediately pulled downward. Before he fully realized what was going on, he and Rukia were locked in a kiss most definitely not appropriate for two people who had only recently met. He quickly decided, however, that he didn’t much care about that; Rukia tasted good.

Suddenly, the kiss was broken, and he felt himself being dragged away; where to, he didn’t much care, because it was Rukia dragging him, and his mind was still locked away in the pleased mist of his first real kiss. Suddenly he felt himself shoved into a chair and snapped back into reality at about the same instant Rukia straddled his lap, facing him as she placed her hands on his shoulders, pulling him in for a repeat of the wonderful kiss they had just shared. The lost, confused, and oddly pleased Hanataro was lost in a void of happiness; the beautiful noble Rukia Kuchiki was straddling him and kissing him as though her very life depended on it, and he had no intention of stopping her. When the kiss broke again, he snapped into reality much quicker; when he did, however, he wished he hadn’t. Either his mind was playing tricks on him, or Rukia was undoing the obi holding her small white robes closed. After discreetly pinching himself, he decided things were suddenly moving very, very fast.

“Ah, Ms. Rukia, um, I don’t think we should be… that is, we might be going a little too- mmph!” She silenced him with another kiss, and when she felt as though he was trying to get out of the chair despite her being on him, she pushed his chest, and hard. It seemed this small woman was much stronger than she appeared! Before he could react again, she was pressing against him, very, very close, and his face was going a shade of red that hadn’t been seen in a long time. When his poor, addled mind came to, he realized that she had used the obi to tie him to the chair. There was no escape… not that he wanted it any longer, seeing the small Rukia’s robes spread open with nothing to hold them shut.

As the small woman shrugged out of the robes, the first thing to catch his eyes, naturally, was her chest. While most certainly not the most well-endowed woman in Soul Society, Rukia’s breasts were defined enough to make her seem very much the woman she so badly wanted to be. Before his wanting eyes could travel any further, he suddenly found his head pulled at an uncomfortable angle downward. As he panted for breath, he couldn’t help but blush at the realization that Rukia had pressed his face against her right breast, the almost erect nipple pressing pertly against his lips.

“I trust you know what to do, Hanataro; please, do it.” Her soft voice was all the instruction he needed; almost immediately the bundle of nerves was in his mouth, his tongue flicking against the pink nub in a rapid motion while his teeth gently rubbed it as well. The moans he could hear coming from Rukia were all the enticement necessary to tell him he was doing well, and he should do it more. With renewed vigor he sucked, licked, and nibbled her sensitive nipple so that it stood like an odd tree on the small hill that was Rukia’s breast. Without any hesitation or prodding, he immediately turned to the breast that had been left wanting, making up for lost time by kissing all over her breast, licking all about the areola before repeating the actions he performed only seconds ago. Rukia’s moans were the only warning he had before he suddenly felt his lap get considerably wet, Rukia’s moans turning to gasps and soft cries as the orgasm rocked her body.

Nuzzling her chest softly, Hanataro panted himself, wanting badly to use his hands to explore the woman’s body, to make her shudder atop him again, just like she had seconds ago, to make her cry out as though in heaven. Before he could ask for his hands to be released, he felt her hand suddenly slip into his pants and grip his erection, which was currently standing at full attention. As her soft hand slowly slid up and down it’s length, her other hand began lowering the waistband of the offending article of clothing, revealing in seconds Hanataro’s excited member.

“Looks like somebody wants some attention, hm, Hanataro?” She asked huskily, her voice sultry and smooth as he groaned in pleasure. He had only ever dreamed of being handled by a woman like Rukia, and even then, he was so pathetic the dreams never really ended well for him. But this reality seemed to be much, much better than any of his previous dreams; taking the groan as a ‘yes’, Rukia was still slowly caressing Hanataro’s tool as she slowly slid off of his lap and lowered herself to her knees before him. Inhaling sharply, Hanataro could only gasp in pleasure as Rukia lowered her head to wrap her lips around his wanting erection, the moistness and warmth of her mouth being accented by the feeling of a vacuum being formed by Rukia’s sucking.

Unused to such pleasant ministrations, even at his own hand, Hanataro couldn’t help but buck his hips lightly, causing him to go further into Rukia’s mouth than she had expected. In her own reflex, Rukia couldn’t help but make the actions of swallowing something, causing Hanataro to cry out even louder as he went further into her warm mouth. Gagging slightly, Rukia quickly pulled off of his member and coughed a few times, then grunted resolutely and began again, this time placing her hands on his hips to prevent him accidentally choking her as she began sucking, softly at first, then harder and harder. As she began bobbing her head, Hanataro began moaning and gasping, grunting as he tried to buck against Rukia’s strong hands.

“Aah, R-Rukia! I-I’m g-gonna… gonna… nnngh!” He let loose a strangled moan as he attempted to buck his hips a final time, his member spasming in her mouth before firing off a sticky wad against the back of her mouth; she held off on the sucking motion and let Hanataro spend himself inside her, swallowing what she could as it came; what she couldn’t get down she accidentally coughed up, causing some of his white seed to dribble down from her lips and onto her chin. What she didn’t expect was that Hanataro might have more to him than she expected; the throbbing cock in her hand pulsed again before shooting another batch, this one subject to gravity and landing on her chest, putting a good bit of the sticky stuff just above her right breast. Hanataro panted and tried to recover, when he looked up he saw Rukia crawl onto his lap again, this time with one of her fingers dipping into the mess he made over her chest. Blushing softly, she slowly rubbed the stuff down onto her breast, rubbing it over a good portion before liberally coating her nipple.

“You made a mess, Hanataro. Time to clean it up.” With that, she pressed her chest against his face again, and to her slight surprise, the blushing boy leaned in and began slowly and deliberately licking all over her breast, making sure to collect what bit of his cum he could before turning a shade of red deeper and swallowing.

“Clean, Miss Rukia.” Was all he said, and she smiled at him, her hand stroking his raven locks before she leaned in to kiss him again. Before he knew it, he was hard again, and this time he could distinctly feel himself pressing against something very warm, yet velvety soft. When he broke the kiss and looked down at his lap, he groaned in amazement and pleasure. Pressing just against the head of his aching tool was her moist and avidly dripping womanhood, the lips spread just enough to cradle his head tight between them.

Rather than say anything, Rukia tilted his head up and kissed him deeply before thrusting herself upon him; she almost broke the kiss with a scream, her eyes scrunching up in pain at the feeling of her bursting maidenhead. Hanataro felt his and groaned himself, her warmth and the feeling of her closing over his rod getting him that much more excited. After a few seconds, Rukia nodded gently into the kiss, her sign to ‘go ahead’. So Hanataro did; as soon as she nodded, he thrust as hard as he could against her, and they moaned in unison at the feeling. Their joined sexes seemed to melt together as they pulled back from each other, then thrust into each other, each moving in the opposite direction as the other with perfect timing. In seconds, both of their thrusting got more and more needy, more powerful; they were simultaneously approaching climax, and they fully intended to go over the edge at the same moment.

With several hard thrusts, they both broke the kiss and cried out in the still air as they both came with magnificent force, Rukia’s walls clamping and milking Hanataro for everything he had, which was quite a bit considering he claimed to be a virgin. As their climaxes waned and slowly passed, they both panted and pressed their foreheads together, getting their air back before kissing each other repeatedly and passionately, still connected at the waist and happy to stay that way. And they probably would have, had somebody not burst into applause. Appalled, both guilty-looking Shinigami looked to the outside of the cell to see Rangiku Matsumoto, sake bottle in one hand and video camera in the other, cheering quite loudly.

“Hell yeah, Rukia! This’ll really spruce up the next Shinigami Women’s Association meeting! You ‘n cute little Hanataro, going at it like thin little bunny rabbits!” Giggling like made, the incredibly well-endowed woman quickly turned and shot off like a rocket, running out of the jailhouse to god’s only know where.