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Immediately, Ichigo stopped, much to the disappointment of Nel. He knew it. He absolutely knew it! He knew they should have relocated! “Riruka…!”
Riruka shoved her way up, throwing an arm over her chest like she was the one indecent. Her jaw was hanging, her pupils reduced to dots as she scanned over the woman and then the one at her rear: her husband. Their husband.
No, her husband!
“Ichigo!” She quaked, not knowing what she was on the verge of. Crying? A tantrum? She glanced and felt a seething anger at the expression of utter pleasure on Nel’s face. There was more envy swelling in Riruka to see the Arrancar woman look so utterly ecstatic. If she were the type to be physical – though she had bouts of frustration that let her weak fists fly – she felt she might have slapped Nel, though the repercussions would be swift and more than double. So she instead struck with words. “I-I tell you not to try anything! So you sneak her in here?!”
“Riruka,” panted Ichigo, a heavy sweat running down his frame, his hands unable to detach from Nel’s waist. “I…”
“Ichigo didn’t do anything,” breathed Nel in his defense, wheezing herself as she gazed hazily at her sister wife. “I wanted him tonight.” Her hands moved deftly through the air, catching Riruka’s poised hands before she could even lose her balance and wrestled the lithe brat beneath her, pinning her down and saying, “You had Ichigo all week. Now you can watch him with his other wife.”
“Wha-What? I don’t-I don’t want to see that!” snarled red-faced Riruka, her arms straining against Nel’s hands with the effectiveness of pushing a mountain. “Ichigo!” she shouted commandingly. “Tell her to get off!”
“Ichigo,” Nel said behind her, “keep going.” She leered down at Riruka. “I want her to watch how you use me.”
Both humans – or human hybrid – were flabbergasted by Nel’s request. Riruka was in absolute dismay, but Ichigo, fit snugly in Nel’s posterior, obeyed her instead of the other. He felt his performance wouldn’t be up to snuff with an audience, and yet he gained traction, running up Nel’s guts with deep grunts from her until her body began to sway from the impact. She seemed particularly delighted when the tandem had his sac up against her pussy.
“See?” panted Nel down to the magenta-haired wife. “Ichigo needs someone who can handle him like this.”
Riruka simmered offendedly and shot back, “I-I can handle him myself!” Her legs kicked stubbornly between Nel’s and Ichigo’s; harmless, but frustrated. “I was his first!”
“Well, he’s Nel’s first now,” Nel said back in righteous claim, and then delicately settled her bobbing chest upon Riruka’s. Their closeness took Riruka’s breath away, the intimacy of their eye contact resonating within her, and soon, Riruka’s body was taking the force of Ichigo’s inward thrusts almost as hard as Nel’s ass.
“He’s wonderful,” whispered Nel to her.
Riruka pursed up her lips. She held silent before her eyes diverted. “… I know.”
“N-Nel!” Ichigo called out. His thrusting had become labored, which was expected. Nel perked up for him, leaving Riruka’s bust and her – Riruka took a deep, trembling breath – and acknowledged him. He slumped slightly, his fingers tightening in her skin. “I don’t think I’ll…”
“Hee-hee! It’s okay!” she reassured him, and then moved forward, tilting her head in a way to try to see his length unsheathe from her rectum; his view was better, pleasure in itself seeing that tight ring of muscle relinquishing every inch of his dick until the head emerged. She closed up, but not to the seemingly-impenetrable size she had been at the start.
But why dislodge him at all? If she was alright with his finish, he would have been glad to heave in and out of her for those final thrusts before exploding within her intestines.
Nel explained. She unhanded Riruka, who did not immediately try to escape and instead rubbed her wrists like they’d been shackled, and rolled over to occupy the spot she had found Ichigo in; lying on her back, shoulders on his pillow and head against the headboard, arms open, bust displayed, somewhat curled at the stomach and wide-spread legs to express the willingness to continue.
“I want to see your eyes,” she told him quietly, reaching down and pressing aside the meat of her cheeks to offer her asshole again. For such an indecent proposal, she blushed shyly at him. “When you finish.”
How could she make that sound so romantic and lewd at the same time? Ichigo clenched his teeth to stop them from chattering.
“There?!” exclaimed the wife on the sidelines, now sitting up and seeing a guarded mound but an unguarded anus. Both Nel and Ichigo turned to her. She was sitting up straight, yet had her limbs all bunched up, her face pinched in disbelief and maybe a bit of apprehension and revulsion. She made suppressed sounds of indignation before finally blurting out, “That-That’s disgusting! You can’t put it there! I-Ichigo wouldn’t even be able to fit!” She pulled back at the last sentence, feeling she may have been too forthright for once.
Nel settled the account with a sultry look at Ichigo. Of course he’d fit. He was just in there. But, if it would assuage Riruka’s worries… It’d heat his blood more, though.
Nel returned her hand to her mouth, never breaking eye contact, and licked the digits before putting them in her mouth.
Deep in her mouth. Deep enough that Riruka made a face of awing disgust.
Yet Nel went past her uvula, cramming her fingers deep as they’d go in her throat, and then began thrusting them. Involuntary, gagging sounds came up from her mouth, her eyes rolling up, glazed over with lust.
Ichigo had perhaps never seen such a lewd display when her hand began to play with her crotch, sifting through hair and folds, rounding on the gem that made her hips undulate. Even Riruka was impressed by her perverted display, though she could sneer at the drool collected from Nel’s mouth that plopped down on her voluptuous body until it was applied back to her sphincter.
“I’m ready, Ichigo,” Nel said, once again spreading that part for him; this time, she also spread the lips of her vagina, though access was granted only to the other hole.
Riruka’s curiosity couldn’t be helped; she leaned forward, still disbelieving that Ichigo’s thick cock could ever make it in there. And yet, the hole yielded – easily with the earlier trouncing – and Riruka was given a sense of dread that she would have to some day encounter this level of lust from her husband.
“Yess!” hissed the Arrancar as he filled her again. No need for her hands to spread herself open; they reached for Ichigo’s sides, anchoring him to her. His own hands landed with a thud around her, but one picked up off the bed and settled against her breast, closing tightly on it, affirmed by Nel’s hand topping his and squeezing.
Riruka gave a huff. Bigger wasn’t better… He’d called hers ‘Perfect’ after all!
“Deeper, Ichigo,” Nel implored, the joy on her face giving way to mindless desperation. She grabbed at his shoulder. “Go deeper inside me! Harder! Uh-ah! Ah! Like that!”
Ichigo was concerned for her wellbeing, but there was no refusing her. The moment she got his eyes, she wouldn’t let them go. “Nel,” he panted out, moving his feet behind him to find leverage as he hammered up her ass. The hole opened for him now but the walls continued to defy him, closing just as soon as he pulled back only to be pried open again.
“I want you!” Nel shouted at him. “I want you to-to use me all the time like this! Please, Ichigo! Ugn! I want to be-I want to be your onahole!”
Ichigo absorbed and processed these words, but his body was already on autopilot. She could say whatever she wanted, and it’d only make him ram her harder.
Both hands clutched at him now. She looked like it would shatter her world if he pulled out of her now. “Please! Whenever you are happy! Or sad, or angry! Or confused or lonely! Please say that-that you’ll use your Nel!”
Riruka’s jaw dropped.
It took him a moment of catching his breath to say it: “I will, Nel!”
The moment he said it, she went on the verge of joyous tears. Needfully, she yanked him down, kissing him deeply as her hips curled and fountained across his groin. Her shrieks of adulation and pleasure were swallowed by him, but she would not let him go until the orgasm had run its course. Her legs hiked up around him, her hands going to his backside to usher him as deep as he could go, the wash of herself slickening them both and saturating the bed beneath her bottom. All her limbs went tight, threatening to crush him if he went lax. There was a sudden rupture in the air; two mighty Reiatsus clashing: one an Arrancar and the other the merest flex of a Soul King to suppress the other.
“Haa! Haa! Ichigo!” The Arrancar panted joyously as he pulled up. “I love you~♥”
Ichigo smiled down at her. “I love you too,” he said to her quietly before he began to shove through her asshole again. Whimpering somewhat helplessly, sensitive from the quaking orgasm, Nel writhed on the bed but refrained from begging for mercy. She was Ichigo’s, to do with as he pleased, so long as he let her love him.
What Ichigo hadn’t expected was the hand to come in from the side, to cup his face and turn him so that Riruka could plant a kiss on his Nel-flavored lips. Just a small, chaste kiss; from wife to husband. But she kept up her indifference afterward, grumbling, “Don’t think this means I want to join in or anything.” The hand that had turned his head floated down, drifting nervously for a moment, and then touched Nel’s sweaty abdomen. Ichigo stalled to watch; even Nel.
Riruka liked being the center of attention, but right now, it felt oppressive. Why couldn’t they just continue and let her explore? What a pair of dummies, she chided inwardly, needing her jolt of superiority.
The lovely forest of green hair was superbly soft and gentle. Riruka had always shaven down there and maintained a small bristly thatch. But this Arrancar…! All-natural beauty! Yet the jealousy didn’t come. It was the first time she marveled instead of coveted. And that frustrated her even more. Let’s see how she likes this! She pinched Nel’s clit, and Nel moaned out in response.
A snide smirk appeared before Riruka looked at their husband. “Well? Don’t keep her waiting!” She began to massage Nel’s pussy more fully and directly, playing knowledgably with her clitoris as Ichigo took her command and began to thrust again, leaving enough of a gap to let – and watch – Riruka play with the Arrancar’s pussy. She spread the lips and pushed in a finger that curled into all the right spots to make the Arrancar writhe and make varying noises. Perhaps, in combat, she was the better, but here, Riruka had the advantage and meant to exploit it. In little time – and Riruka felt it was all owed to her own endeavors – Nel’s snatch began to ejaculate again. Riruka moved her hand out of the way, but kept up a merciless assault on the crest. How she planned to laud this moment over her beautiful sister wife’s head after this!
Heh, how’s that? She wanted to say that out loud, just to tease the masochist, but the front of her nightshirt was suddenly caught in a fist, and she was yanked to one side. “H-Hey!” Further protest would have to contend with Nel’s lips and tongue, for they sealed over Riruka’s mouth and forced them apart. Her wide-eyes blinked as she shared her first female kiss with the one she perhaps considered her greatest rival amongst the wives. Her toes curled behind her, and she made a squeak of submission before Nel released her and smiled.
Riruka refused to smile back. “What was that? Pervert. I didn’t want you to do that.” Her blush said otherwise.
Nel only giggled, and then reached for her, tilting best as she could as Ichigo continued up her butt. Riruka stammered at how easily her weight could be lifted by Nel, and though she gave a protest, Riruka soon found herself straddling Nel’s face and felt the energetic swipe of her tongue against her pussy through her panties. Riruka made a sound like an ice cube had gone down her back. “Wait a second! Yah~♥” Without meaning to, she dropped her hands beneath her and found them bracing on Nel’s tits. They were huge! And so soft! With adorably pink nipples the color of cotton candy!
Panties were moved out of the way; she now felt Nel’s warm tongue lash between her folds and tickle her clit. Her nose was brushing dangerously close to the place Riruka wanted to keep untouched, but her defenses were down when Ichigo leaned and kissed her from the front. A triangle formed with their bodies; something strong and impressive. Riruka reciprocated, clutching onto him for balance, moving her lips aside for only a moment to condemn him. “You…! Perverts…!” And then she continued to kiss him back, letting him grab onto her chest and stimulate her nipples against the gown while Nel continued to eat her out.
Of this union, it was Riruka who came first. Nel’s licking was edging, but it was Ichigo shoving his hand down there too to fondle her pussy with his fingers that made her drench Nel’s neck and top part of her chest. She fell to the side, panting in the throes of relief, staring up at the ceiling with an arm over her sweaty brow, contemplating the first orgasm shared with two people.
Ichigo and Nel went off simultaneously, though it may have been Ichigo’s heat spattering against the walls of her colon that set her off. She felt the spring of semen pulsating through her tired anus and rewarded Ichigo with one more wash from her loins. She wailed, holding onto him, not breaking eye contact for a moment as they exchanged fluids. Ichigo pulled out a little, feeling the vacuous suction trying to pull him back into the slop of his own release, and then plunged in willingly with a loud squelch.
“Yes!” sobbed Nel, rapture filling her with every wet burst that filled her ass. She held one hand on Ichigo, but the other went down to her pelvis. “I can feel it! I can feel you inside me!”
Ichigo replied with a kiss, but could hardly keep himself aloft afterwards. Small sliver of bed left without falling on Riruka on the other side of Nel; he wound up collapsing fully on Nel, but she took his weight effortlessly, giggling and rubbing his back. “Amazing, Ichigo,” she whispered in his ear.
He agreed.
However, before they could rest, Riruka bounced up in full recovery! “Hey, don’t think you’re just gonna sleep now!”
With difficulty, Ichigo turned his head from the other side to face her; Nel also regarded her with her big, curious eyes.
To Ichigo, Riruka thrust a hand to the bathroom. “You can’t just act all satisfied now after that! Go take a shower! Don’t you know anything about putting it back there?!”
Nel actually giggled and sprawled her arms out comfortably. “We’ll still be here when you come back,” she promised Ichigo, who simply sighed, a smile hardly making its way on his face, and complied.
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The sex was good. She wasn’t Yoruichi, but the Visored did a good service before departing and saying she looked forward to their next encounter as she fixed her plump breasts back into her top. But now came the comedown, the introspect of solitude and a good, uninterrupted smoke before going off to bed.
Kukaku’s eye ticked.
So why was she here?
Bambietta was frowning at her in some sort of judgment, sitting like a petulant child across from her, like she didn’t even know her panties were showing now that she’d switched back to her Quincy attire. Ever since she arrived, it was nonstop talk about how she wasn’t going to stay, and then assaulting the other lost souls. When Tsukishima, Ginjo, Ganju, and Kutsuzawa had retired, she sought the company of the head of the household. Yet for nothing at all, it seemed.
Finally, when outright ignoring her wasn’t working, Kukaku gave. “What is it?” she asked indignantly, eyes flashing angrily at the bomber.
Bambietta pursed up her lips, insulted to be spoken to with such a tone. All the same, she spoke while avoiding an answer, “Why do you look like him?”
“Hm? Him?” Kukaku paused for a moment, and then turned her pipe over and tapped out the used-up kernel. “He’s my brother. He got all the ugly.”
Bambietta bristled. “Not him! I’m talking about… him!” Her face reddened.
Kukaku didn’t feign ignorance this time.
“You have the same eyes as him! Why?!”
Setting down her pipe, searching for a fresh nub to put in it, Kukaku asked distractedly, “Does it bother you that I look like him? You’re free to go. He told you so himself, and it’s the Shiba clan’s duty to serve the Soul King. He’s not your concern anymore.”
Bambietta was quick to anger, her jaw tightening as her lips peeled back in a furious, humiliated snarl.
Kukaku replenished her pipe, but held off on lighting it, dropping her head to one side. “Is that why you couldn’t do what you wanted with the boys here? The way of a praying mantis works better after she mates, right? I guess you’re in a dry spell.”
The Quincy shook. “Why, you…!”
“But if that’s what concerns you…” Kukaku leaned back on her large pillow and moved her right leg to one side, brandishing her lack of smallclothes after Lisa had gone and sported her dark-haired muff. “You’ve come to the right place.” She smiled ferally at the look of suppression on Bambietta’s face. “I can watch you with these eyes you love so much.”
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Originally, this Nel scene was planned to be a Yoruichi scene! You can tell by her entrance, hanging from the banister is a trademark of Yoruichi’s. It was supposed to take place immediately following Ichigo and Riruka’s consummation, but at the time, I felt everyone was here for a romantic WAFF atmosphere. Was I right or what?! Now people flock to this story, appreciate the buildup of character and emotion, the conflict of wives and a single man, the attempts to keep true to character!