Orihime sank down on her knees, brushing hair down across the rounded swell of her toned chest as crimson surged brighter across the toned line of her throat and cheeks. The sheer, overwhelming presence of that monstrous shaft left her staring, wide‑eyed and cross‑eyed, at the way it rose like a tower before her. The rounded tip pressed nearly to the top of her forehead, brushing hair down across the toned line of her bare throat as the long, vein‑ridged length obscured half of her shy, blushing face from view. The sheer girth was almost unimaginable, brushing hair down across one toned bare shoulder as she sank closer, brushing toned fingers down across the floor until the sheer, monstrous length blotted out nearly all light.
"Is… is it always this big?" she stammered, brushing hair down across the rounded swell of her toned chest, brushing long lashes down across crimson‑tinted cheeks as shy breath bubbled forth. "Are… are they all like this?" The shy tilt of long lashes shimmered as she sank closer, brushing hair down across the toned line of her bare throat, brushing toned fingers down across the floor as crimson surged deeper across toned skin.
From where she lounged in the chair, brushing long, toned fingers down across the rounded line of her toned thigh, Yoruichi drew in a sharp breath herself, brushing hair down across one toned bare shoulder as sharp amber shimmered deep. The faint arch of a toned eyebrow spoke volumes as she sank closer, brushing long lashes down across toned skin until sharp words bubbled forth. "No, Orihime," she purred, brushing toned fingers down across the toned line of her bare throat until crimson shimmered faintly across toned, dark skin. "That… that's only Yushiro. No one else is like this."
Orihime sank down closer still, brushing hair down across the rounded swell of her toned chest, brushing long lashes down across crimson‑tinted cheeks until shy words bubbled forth, voice soft and quivering. "I–I… oh… oh my… no wonder he's… always begging." The shy tilt of long lashes shimmered as she sank closer still, brushing hair down across the toned line of her bare throat until crimson surged deep across toned skin. "Yoruichi‑san… this is… this is so big… I don't know if I can… if I can even… fit it." The shy, wavering breath bubbled forth as she sank closer, brushing hair down across the toned line of her bare throat until crimson shimmered deep across toned skin.
Yoruichi lounged back in the chair, her amber eyes locked onto the scene unfolding before her, the sharp glint of mischief mingling with raw, hungry fascination. The sheer scale of it—Yushiro's monstrous shaft resting heavy against Orihime's soft, blushing face—was something that even she, with all her experience, hadn't truly expected. The thick, dark length stretched from Orihime's forehead all the way down, covering her nose, her cheeks, brushing the fullness of her lips, and casting a long shadow over the soft curve of her chin. It was as if his cock had claimed her face entirely, the girth so thick that even the tip alone seemed wider than the sweet girl's mouth could hope to manage.
Yoruichi's own breath hitched, and without thinking, her toned fingers rose to cup the full swell of her own breasts through her thin black top, massaging the soft weight as she took in the sight. Her fingers pressed deeper, kneading herself, the heat bubbling low in her core as a low, sultry moan escaped her lips, filling the charged air between them. "Mmm… gods, Orihime… just take it slow," she purred between soft, breathy gasps, her voice dropping to that teasing, seductive tone that always seemed to wrap around those who listened. Her fingers brushed and squeezed, her thumbs circling over her hardened peaks as she added, voice thick with arousal, "Start with small licks… and gentle strokes. Let him feel that sweet mouth of yours."
Orihime hesitated, her wide eyes lifting to glance at Yoruichi, cheeks blazing red, breath shallow and trembling as the weight of Yushiro's cock rested heavy on her delicate face. But with a shy, reluctant nod, she did as she was told. Her soft hands rose, fingers barely able to curl halfway around the thick shaft, and she began to stroke gently, timidly, feeling the heat and throb of it against her palms. Then, heart racing, she parted her lips just enough for the tip of her tongue to flick out, shy and hesitant, giving the massive length a small, soft lick that sent a shiver down her spine. She repeated the motion, her tongue tracing a trembling path along the veined surface as her hands moved in slow, cautious strokes, every nerve in her body alight with uncertainty and overwhelming sensation.
Orihime's breath came in soft, shaky gasps, the sheer size and heat of Yushiro's cock overwhelming all her senses as she tried to do as Yoruichi instructed. Her tongue flicked out again, trembling at first, but slowly gaining the faintest hint of confidence as she laid small, gentle licks along the wide, rounded tip. Each touch of her tongue left a thin sheen of glistening wetness against the dark, throbbing flesh. The taste—salty and heady—filled her mouth, making her cheeks burn even hotter as she shyly traced the thick crown, then down to where the shaft flared even thicker.
Her small hands rose, struggling to grasp the monstrous girth. One alone couldn't even hope to circle it, the thick, veined cock too large for her fingers to meet around. So, with a nervous glance upward, Orihime wrapped both hands around it, stacking one over the other, her soft palms barely enough to manage it as she began to stroke gently up and down. The motion was slow, hesitant at first, her thumbs brushing over the hot, pulsing veins as she worked, her tongue returning to lay timid licks along the side, over the thick shaft, then back to the tip, doing her best to cover every inch she could reach.
Yushiro groaned aloud, the sound deep and guttural, his head tilting back as pleasure rippled through him. The warmth of her mouth, the soft, shy strokes of those delicate hands—it was more than he had dreamed, and his breath came heavier, chest rising and falling as he fought to stay steady beneath her touch.
Across the room, Yoruichi's amber eyes gleamed, her smirk widening as the heat between her thighs coiled tighter. Her hands groped harder at her own full breasts, fingers digging in, thumbs circling over the firm peaks beneath the thin fabric of her top. Her breath came faster, low moans slipping from between her lips as she watched Orihime's innocent face—so sweet, so flustered—work to please that monstrous length. Every shy flick of Orihime's tongue, every tentative stroke of her small hands, only made Yoruichi squeeze herself harder, lost in the intoxicating sight playing out before her.
Yoruichi's amber eyes burned with heat as she watched, her breath ragged now, fingers still kneading the soft weight of her breasts, thumbs flicking over the hardened peaks beneath her top. The sight of Orihime, so shy yet obedient, working that monstrous shaft with her small, delicate hands made the seasoned warrior's voice drop into a low, sultry purr. "Mmm… don't forget his balls, Orihime," she urged, her tone dripping with command and wicked amusement. "Show them some love too—make him feel it everywhere."
Orihime's cheeks burned impossibly hotter, crimson flooding her face as she hesitated for the briefest moment, her wide eyes flicking up toward Yoruichi, then to Yushiro's flushed, pleasure-clouded expression. She gave a small, shy nod, brushing hair down over the rounded swell of her chest as her soft hands slowed their stroking, shifting their hold so she could lean in closer. The weight and heat of Yushiro's heavy sac filled her view now, dark and full, hanging low beneath that monstrous shaft.
With trembling lips, she opened her mouth and guided one of the heavy orbs inside, her soft tongue cradling it gently, suckling it into the warm wetness of her mouth. The taste was musky, heady, and she flushed deeper, her small hands still stroking slowly at the thick shaft as she worked. Spit dripped down along his length, glistening in the low light, slicking her hands as they moved. Orihime switched, taking the other ball into her mouth, nursing it with the same shy, eager care, her tongue flicking and swirling gently around it, suckling harder, letting her lips stretch around it as spit dripped freely down onto her fingers and the base of his cock. Each wet sound, each soft suckle, drew deeper groans from Yushiro, his body tense with the rising waves of pleasure, while Yoruichi's eyes gleamed, her own breath quickening, fingers squeezing herself harder as she watched Orihime work, entranced by the sweet girl's growing submission.
Orihime slowly pulled back, her lips releasing Yushiro's heavy sac with a soft, wet pop that echoed faintly in the charged silence of the room. A thick strand of glistening saliva stretched between her mouth and the dark, veined surface, hanging for a heartbeat before breaking and dripping down along the length of his cock, adding to the growing slickness that coated him. Her breath came in soft, shallow gasps, cheeks flushed deep crimson, lips glossy and parted as she stared up at the monstrous shaft towering before her. Without waiting for another command—without even thinking—her innocent, eager gaze lifted to the broad, glistening tip, and driven by some mix of curiosity and obedience, she slowly leaned in.
Her mouth opened wide, wider than she thought possible, trembling slightly as she guided the massive head toward her lips. The heat of it filled her senses as she pressed forward, feeling the stretch, the impossible fullness as the thick crown pushed past her parted lips. Inch by slow inch, she took him in, her tongue pressed flat against the underside, struggling to accommodate the sheer girth. Her hands gripped his shaft tightly, guiding him, as she eased forward as far as she could.
But it was too much. Not even a quarter of that monstrous length fit into her mouth before she began to gag faintly, her eyes watering, throat tightening around the thick intrusion. She froze, breath caught, struggling to adjust, to take more—but she simply couldn't.
Across the room, Yoruichi's sharp amber eyes widened slightly, the faintest flicker of surprise flashing in their depths as she watched the sweet, innocent girl try to conquer what no woman could. The sight stirred something deep inside her—something dark, something hungry. One of her hands abandoned her breast, sliding down between her toned thighs, fingers pressing against the heat at her center through the fabric of her tight black pants, rubbing slow, firm circles as she watched, entranced.
Orihime pulled back just enough to catch her breath, her voice soft, trembling, barely more than a whisper as she gasped out, "I–I don't know if I can… it's s-so big, Yoruichi‑san… I can barely fit any of it…" Her wide, tear-bright eyes lifted, looking for reassurance, lips still glistening, stretched and swollen from the effort, as she tried to steady herself against the impossible task before her.
Yoruichi's breath came faster now, ragged and low, the heat rising within her almost too much to contain. Her sharp amber eyes remained locked on the sight before her, every detail burning itself into her mind—the way Orihime's soft lips strained to stretch around that monstrous cock, the wet sheen glistening along his length, the shy desperation in the girl's wide, tear-bright eyes. One of Yoruichi's hands pressed deeper into her pants, fingers slipping past the waistband and down to the heat at her core. The slick warmth of her folds met her fingertips, and with a low, sultry moan, she began to rub slow, deliberate circles, her hips subtly rolling against her hand as she watched the sweet girl struggle so beautifully.
"Mmm, don't you dare give up now," Yoruichi purred between gasps, her voice thick with arousal, sharp yet coaxing, a command laced with encouragement. Her other hand squeezed the swell of her breast through her top, thumb brushing over the hardened peak as she added, "You're doing so good, Orihime… just try again. Take what you can. Make him feel it."
Orihime trembled, cheeks flushed so deeply they seemed to glow, her breath shaky but determined as she nodded. "O-Okay…" she whispered, her voice quivering with nerves and shy obedience. She leaned forward once more, parting her lips as wide as she could manage, guiding the massive crown back toward her mouth. Slowly, she pushed forward, her tongue flattening against the underside, her hands gripping the slick shaft for stability. The thick girth filled her mouth again, stretching her lips wide, making her jaw ache as she struggled to take more. But once again, no matter how she tried, she couldn't manage more than a quarter of his monstrous length before the pressure made her gag softly, tears welling at the corners of her eyes.
Yushiro groaned, the sound deep and raw, his head thrown back in pure, overwhelming pleasure. His hands clenched at his sides, every nerve in his body alight as he felt the soft warmth of Orihime's mouth envelop him, the timid flicks of her tongue, the shy desperation in each movement driving him mad with need. The sight of her kneeling before him, doing her best despite the impossible size, was nearly enough to push him over the edge right then and there. Yoruichi's breath hitched again, her fingers pressing deeper against her folds, lost in the intoxicating sight of sweet, innocent Orihime being pushed further than she'd ever dreamed.
Yoruichi's body tensed, her toned legs shifting where she sat, fingers working slow, deliberate circles over the slick heat of her folds beneath her pants. Every breath came as a soft, breathy moan, the sight before her stoking the fire burning low in her core. The way Orihime's sweet, innocent mouth strained around the thick crown of Yushiro's monstrous cock had her trembling with arousal, her thumb brushing harder over her swollen peak as she bit her lower lip. Sharp amber eyes gleamed with hunger, the smirk on her lips widening as she let out a low, sultry laugh between gasps.
"Mmm… Orihime," Yoruichi purred, voice husky with desire as she brushed damp hair from her cheek, "don't force it, baby. Just suckle the tip—most men are sensitive there. Let him feel that sweet mouth of yours where it counts most." Her fingers pressed firmer against herself, hips rocking gently against her own touch, unable to tear her gaze away. "Or better yet…" she moaned softly, fingers slipping deeper, breath hitching, "use those massive tits of yours. Gods, they're perfect for this. Let him feel that softness, let him lose himself in it."
Orihime's face was crimson, her wide eyes shimmering with uncertainty as she pulled back slightly, lips glistening, stretched and swollen from the effort. She swallowed hard, glancing up at Yushiro's flushed, pleasure-dazed face, then flicking her gaze shyly toward Yoruichi, her voice trembling but eager to please. "Y-you really think… my b-breasts could…? I-I've never… I don't know if I'll do it right…" Her soft hands hesitated at her chest, fingers curling nervously around the hem of her shirt as she looked for reassurance, heart racing as the heat of the moment wrapped around her.
Yoruichi's sharp amber eyes softened for just a moment, though the heat within them still burned bright, her fingers still gently working between her thighs beneath her pants. Her voice came low, breathy, laced with sultry reassurance as she tilted her head, brushing damp strands of hair from her cheek. "Orihime, you'll do just fine," she purred, fingers pausing as she leaned in slightly, her tone dripping with both encouragement and shared mischief. "I've done it before… with Ichigo. And trust me—he absolutely loved it. Your tits are even more perfect for it than mine." She smirked, biting her lip as her fingers resumed their slow circles. "This is your chance to practice, baby… give him something to remember."
Orihime's cheeks burned brighter, if that was even possible, her breath quivering as she hesitated for the briefest moment, her wide, innocent eyes darting between Yoruichi's knowing gaze and Yushiro's dazed, hungry stare. "O-okay… if… if you really think I can…" she whispered shyly, voice trembling as her fingers brushed nervously along the hem of her snug top. Slowly, with breath catching in her throat, she lifted it, inch by inch, revealing the creamy swell of her massive breasts straining beneath the tight, pale bra that barely managed to contain them.
Yushiro's eyes nearly went wide as saucers, his breath catching as he took in the sight. He'd always known she was well-endowed—but seeing them like this, barely held in place by that tiny, overstretched bra that looked at least a size too small, was more than he could have imagined. The soft flesh bulged around the edges, the thin straps digging slightly into her shoulders, as if her chest was too much for the garment to bear. His cock throbbed harder, the sight of her shy hands fumbling to reach around herself sending a jolt of heat straight through him.
With trembling fingers, Orihime unhooked the clasp at the back, and in an instant, the strict confines of the bra gave way. Her massive breasts spilled free with a bounce so wild it made her gasp softly, the soft weight jiggling, swaying with the force of their release. Pink nipples stood taut and exposed in the cool air, the sheer size and softness of her chest now fully revealed to both of them. Orihime instinctively raised her hands to cover herself, but froze mid-motion, caught between modesty and the heat of the moment, wide eyes flicking shyly up at Yushiro's stunned, ravenous expression.
Yushiro's self-control shattered the moment those massive, perfect breasts spilled free, bouncing wildly as they settled in their natural, glorious weight. His eyes were locked on them, dark and hungry, his breath heavy and ragged as his cock throbbed painfully at the sight. Without even thinking, his voice broke free in a deep, lewd groan, words tumbling out thick with arousal. "Gods, Orihime… your tits… they're f-fucking incredible… even better than I dreamed…"
Orihime's cheeks burned a fiery red, her wide eyes darting shyly to the side as she tried to hide the bashful smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Th-thank you…" she whispered, voice soft and sweet, almost too quiet to hear, her breath catching as she glanced back toward him only briefly before looking away again, unable to hold his ravenous gaze for more than a heartbeat. The heat radiating off his body, the raw need in his eyes—it was almost too much to bear.
Across the room, Yoruichi was lost in her own haze of arousal. Normally, she might have snapped at Yushiro for such a blunt, filthy comment—but not now. Her head tilted back, amber eyes half-lidded, lips parted as breathy moans slipped free between gasps. Her fingers worked deep within herself, two buried knuckle-deep, her thumb brushing over her swollen clit through the slick heat of her folds. The sight of Orihime's shy submission, those enormous breasts cradling that monstrous cock, was far too intoxicating. All she could do was watch, pleasure rolling through her in waves, her moans filling the space where words would have been.
With trembling hands, Orihime gathered the soft weight of her breasts, lifting and pressing them together as best she could, struggling to wrap them around the massive girth of Yushiro's cock. The flesh of her chest molded around him, soft and warm, slick with the faint sheen of nervous sweat and the lingering spit that had dripped from her earlier efforts. She gave a shy glance up, wide eyes filled with uncertainty, her voice small and hesitant. "A-am I doing it right…?" she asked, breathless, heart racing as she squeezed her soft flesh tighter around him.
Yushiro could barely think, the feel of her softness enveloping him so completely that it sent shocks of pleasure through every inch of his body. His head tilted back, a low groan rumbling deep in his throat, his hands clenched at his sides as he fought the urge to thrust wildly between the pillowy softness. "Y-yeah… gods, Orihime… feels like heaven…" he gasped out, voice thick and strained with pleasure, while Yoruichi's only response was a chorus of moans, her body trembling as she pushed herself closer to the edge, too consumed by the sight and her own pleasure to offer anything more.
Orihime's soft hands trembled as she pressed her massive breasts tighter around Yushiro's monstrous length, doing her best to encase him in the warm, pillowy softness of her chest. But no matter how she squeezed or adjusted, the sheer size of him made it impossible for her to fully cover his cock. The thick, veined shaft still jutted out above and below the generous swell of her breasts, the tip glistening with her earlier licks, the base pulsing between the soft press of her skin. The realization only deepened the blush on her cheeks, her wide eyes lifting shyly to glance at Yushiro's flushed, pleasure-dazed face. He's… so massive, she thought, swallowing hard as she tried to steady herself, heart racing in her chest.
Not sure what to do next, she hesitated, voice soft and quivering as she asked, "W-what should I do now, Yushiro-kun…?" Her wide, innocent eyes blinked up at him, cheeks burning bright, lips parted slightly as she caught her breath.
Yushiro's jaw clenched as another groan tore free, the feel of her soft flesh wrapped around him nearly too much to bear. His hands hovered at his sides, fists clenched tight, trying to restrain himself. Between ragged breaths and deep, guttural grunts, he managed to gasp out, "M-move 'em… up and down. J-just… stroke me with 'em. And—ahhh—m-maybe spit in there… g-get it nice and wet…"
Orihime's blush deepened even further at his words, her lips trembling as she nodded, swallowing down her nerves. "O-okay…" she whispered, voice barely audible as she adjusted her grip on her breasts. Carefully, shyly, she began to press them up and down along his thick shaft, the soft weight gliding over his length as best she could, the warm skin slick with the mix of her nervous sweat and his pre-cum. Wanting to do it right, she leaned in closer, parting her lips and letting a small trail of spit drip down between her breasts, adding to the growing wetness that now coated his cock. The motion made her shiver, the heat of the moment washing over her as she continued the slow, tentative stroking, doing her best to please him while fighting the overwhelming embarrassment burning through her.
Orihime's soft, delicate hands worked to press her massive breasts tighter around Yushiro's monstrous cock, the warm, pillowy flesh gliding up and down along his veined shaft as she followed his instructions. Her movements were shy at first, uncertain, but as she gained rhythm, the sheer softness of her chest began to envelop him more fully with each bounce. The wetness from her spit mixed with his pre-cum, slicking the space between her breasts, making the slide smoother, the sounds wetter, more lewd. The soft slap of her tits against his thick length filled the room, mingling with his deep, guttural moans.
Yushiro's head tilted back, his eyes squeezed shut as pleasure coursed through him. His chest rose and fell in heavy, ragged breaths, every nerve on fire from the feel of Orihime's perfection wrapped around him. "F-fuck… so good…" he groaned, voice strained, unable to tear his eyes away for long, though the sensations made it near impossible to focus. Her breasts weren't just soft—they were heaven, warm and slick, bouncing up and down in a rhythm that felt like pure bliss.
Orihime's cheeks burned crimson, her breath quick and shallow as she focused intently on her task, wanting so desperately to please him. With each bounce, her large, pink nipples brushed softly against the underside of his cock, sending shivers through her body. Her wide, innocent eyes stayed locked on the thick crown of his shaft—the part she'd struggled to fit in her mouth earlier—as it appeared and disappeared with each movement, so close to her face that she could feel its heat. It glistened with spit and pre-cum, throbbing just inches from her parted lips.
Unable to resist, driven by some mix of obedience and curiosity, Orihime leaned forward, eyes half-lidded with determination and shyness, and took the thick, wet tip back into her mouth. Her lips stretched once more around the impossible girth, suckling softly as she continued to bounce her slick, perfect tits along his length, doing everything she could to give him pleasure while drowning in the heat of the moment.
Yoruichi sank low in the chair, pants pushed halfway down long, toned legs, one hand buried between them as her fingers sank deep. The sound of slick, languid strokes mixed with the soft moans that bubbled from deep in her throat, and her sharp amber eyes blazed as she watched the scene unfold. Orihime was a picture of shy obedience, cheeks crimson and breath shaking as she worked that monstrous length between her soft, heavy breasts, swallowing down the thick tip with a faint whine. The sight of it — the shy girl swallowing as much as she could, pressing that huge shaft between those pale, plush mounds — was enough to make Yoruichi bite down on her lower lip, her voice rising sharp and sultry.
"Yesss, just like that, Orihime," she purred between ragged gasps, spreading herself wider as she sank a second finger deep, brushing slick warmth with every languid stroke. "Gods, those tits of yours… fuck, they're perfect. Let him feel every inch, every soft, needy inch. Let that shy, sweet mouth of yours drive him mad." The words spilled like honey, dripping with lust as she sank deeper into herself, brushing her palm harder, gasping louder. "That's it, baby. Make him lose it. Let him forget everything but the way you suck and squeeze him. Let him feel like he's in fuckin' paradise…"
Yushiro was shaking now, voice tearing from deep in his chest as that massive length sank and surged between Orihime's breasts. The sound of her shy, slurping mouth mixed with the soft slap of her chest pressed tight around him, making him grit his teeth and tip his head back with a strangled groan. "F‑fuck… gods, Orihime, you're too much… so soft, so warm, so fuckin' perfect…"
For Orihime herself, the moment felt like being engulfed in flames. The weight and heat of him pressed between her breasts, brushing against the sensitive swell of flesh, felt overwhelming. The slick drag of that monstrous length sliding between her breasts sparked little shockwaves deep in the pit of her belly. The faint, salty taste of him pressed harder as she sank down, swallowing more of the thick tip, and the sound of Yoruichi's voice — low, commanding, dripping with need — sank deep and ignited something shy and burning within. A faint whine bubbled from her throat as she sank closer, cheeks burning crimson, hands pressing harder to keep him buried between the plush curves of her chest, tasting and teasing with shy, desperate strokes until every nerve felt like it was crackling with electric heat.
Orihime kept moving, her soft, pillowy breasts gliding up and down Yushiro's slick, pulsing length as she sucked gently on the thick crown. Her hands squeezed and pressed her chest around him, trying her best to follow Yoruichi's breathy praise and Yushiro's desperate groans. She could feel the heat building in him, the way his cock twitched harder between the softness of her skin, the wet slide becoming messier with every stroke. Her heart raced, cheeks flushed deep red, but she kept going, wanting so badly to please him, lost in the rhythm and the warmth.
Then Yushiro's voice broke through in a strained, guttural grunt. "F‑fuck, I'm gonna cum…!" His words came out choked, breathless, his body tensing, hips twitching beneath the overwhelming sensation.
Orihime froze for a moment, confusion flashing in her wide eyes. Cum? she thought, blinking, mouth still parted around the tip. She wasn't entirely sure what that meant or what she was supposed to do. Panic and uncertainty kicked in, and she pulled back instinctively, her soft lips slipping free of the thick crown, her breasts falling slightly from their tight hold around him.
And then it hit. The first thick rope of cum splashed across her cheek, hot and heavy, dripping down to her chin. Another jet followed, striking across her nose, her lips, and streaking into her hair. The next coated the upper swell of her breasts, leaving glistening white streaks that dripped down between them. The sheer volume shocked her — the warmth, the mess, the way it kept coming in heavy spurts that seemed endless, coating her face, her chest, her soft skin in thick, sticky droplets.
Orihime gasped softly, too stunned to move, feeling the heat of it drip and slide down her skin. Her heart pounded wildly, breath catching, unsure if she should be embarrassed, overwhelmed, or something else entirely. She felt the weight of it all — the scent, the heat, the stickiness — and her wide eyes flicked shyly toward Yoruichi.
Yoruichi's mouth had fallen slightly open, amber eyes locked on the sight of sweet, innocent Orihime now painted in thick streaks of cum, her soft chest glistening, her flushed face marked in lewd contrast to her shy, flustered expression. A slow, wicked grin spread across Yoruichi's lips, her fingers working faster between her thighs as she let out a deep, throaty moan. "Fuck, Orihime…" she gasped between ragged breaths, unable to tear her gaze away. "You look so good like that… gods, so fucking good…" The sight of that sweet girl coated and trembling was more than she could have hoped for, and the heat pooling inside her grew almost unbearable as she watched Orihime, stunned and shy, coated in the evidence of Yushiro's release.
Yoruichi's eyes stayed locked on Orihime, taking in every detail—the thick, glistening streaks of cum dripping from her flushed face, the way it clung to her soft cheeks, ran down her nose, dribbled off her chin onto the full swell of her breasts. Her chest rose and fell in shallow, ragged breaths, the sight burning itself into her mind, stoking the fire already raging inside her. Her fingers moved faster, plunging deep into her slick, needy heat, the wet sound of it filling the room beneath her gasps and moans.
The image of Orihime like that—so shy, so innocent, but now lewdly coated in Yushiro's thick release—pushed Yoruichi to the edge. Her hips jerked against her own hand, thighs trembling, muscles tightening as the pleasure tore through her like a storm. The buildup was too much, too intense, and with a sharp cry, her head tipped back, eyes fluttering shut as her orgasm crashed down.
Her body shook, a deep shudder rocking through her as her slick release gushed over her fingers, spilling out and soaking the fabric of her pants where they clung low on her thighs. She couldn't stop, couldn't slow down—the squirting pulses of pleasure wrecked her body, leaving her gasping and trembling, the heat of it flooding her senses. Her free hand gripped the edge of the chair, knuckles white, trying to anchor herself as the waves kept rolling, her breath coming in ragged, broken moans.
All the while, her gaze flicked back down to Orihime, still glistening, still wide-eyed and flushed, the picture of messy, shy perfection that had driven Yoruichi to lose herself so completely.
Yoruichi sat there for a moment, chest heaving, skin slick with sweat, the aftershocks of her powerful orgasm still making her thighs twitch. Her sharp amber eyes stayed locked on Orihime, watching the sweet girl in the aftermath, glistening with streaks of Yushiro's thick cum, looking so shy and overwhelmed as she instinctively tried to clean herself. Orihime's small, trembling hands lifted, scooping at the sticky mess on her chest, fingers clumsy as she tried to wipe it away without even knowing where to start.
The sight made something dark and playful spark behind Yoruichi's gaze. Slowly, predator-like, she slid from the chair, crawling across the floor with smooth, deliberate movements. Her sweat-slick body glowed under the room's soft light, hair clinging to her face as she approached. Orihime's wide, innocent eyes flicked toward her, confusion and nervousness in every glance as Yoruichi closed the distance.
Without a word, Yoruichi reached out, her fingers gliding over Orihime's soft skin, scooping up a thick, pearly strand that clung to the top of one of her breasts. The cum stretched between her fingers in a glistening strand before she brought it to her mouth, tongue flicking out to taste it, eyes locked on Orihime's stunned face the entire time. But she didn't stop there.
Yoruichi leaned in, the heat of her body pressing close, and captured Orihime's lips in a deep, slow kiss. The sweet girl froze, eyes wide, too shocked to move as Yoruichi swirled her tongue, sharing the taste of Yushiro's cum, swishing it deliberately into Orihime's mouth. The warmth of it, the slick, unfamiliar taste, made Orihime's breath catch, her hands hovering midair as she tried to process what was happening. Her face burned crimson, her heart pounded in her chest, and all she could do was tremble beneath Yoruichi's confident, teasing kiss, the thick, salty essence shared between them as the moment overwhelmed her completely.
Yushiro's eyes went wide, breath caught in his throat as he stared at the sight before him. The way Yoruichi's mouth claimed Orihime's—hungry, messy, and utterly dominant—left him stunned. Her tongue moved with purpose, swirling and pressing past Orihime's parted lips, mixing the thick taste of his cum between them, making the kiss as lewd as it was commanding. He watched, pulse hammering in his ears, as Yoruichi's slick, glistening mouth worked over Orihime's soft, trembling one, their shared moans filling the air as spit and the last traces of his release dripped from their joined lips. It was raw, passionate, and far beyond anything he'd dared hope to witness.
When Yoruichi finally pulled back, her amber eyes half-lidded and burning with mischief, a thin strand of saliva and cum still connected their mouths for a fleeting second before breaking and dripping down Orihime's chin. Orihime sat there frozen, eyes wide, lips glistening and parted as she gasped for breath, cheeks flushed bright crimson. "Y-Yoruichi-san… I—I don't…" she stammered, voice soft and shocked, heart racing so hard she could barely think. The taste lingered on her tongue, unfamiliar and overwhelming, leaving her too flustered to form a proper thought.
But before she could say more, Yoruichi smirked, pressing a single finger gently to Orihime's lips, silencing her. "Shhh," she whispered, her voice low, sultry, full of promise. "There's one last part, sweet girl…"
Without waiting, Yoruichi guided Orihime, her strong hands urging the stunned girl to turn, positioning her carefully until she was on her hands and knees. Orihime's breath hitched as she felt herself moved, heart pounding, unsure of what was happening but too flustered to resist. Her short skirt, already too small, now rode up completely, the soft fabric doing nothing to conceal the round, plump swell of her thick ass, the curves framed perfectly as she knelt there, exposed and trembling.
"W-wait… Yoruichi-san… what are you doing?" Orihime asked, voice small, breathless, her wide eyes flicking over her shoulder, cheeks burning as the cool air kissed the bare skin of her thighs and ass. She felt completely vulnerable, the weight of Yoruichi's gaze—and Yushiro's—making her shiver with a mix of nervousness and something else she couldn't name.
Yushiro's breath hitched as his dark eyes locked onto the sight before him — Orihime on all fours, her short skirt now useless, bunched up around her waist. Her thick, round ass arched high, the soft curves framed perfectly, plump and inviting. His gaze trailed lower, and what he saw made his pulse thunder in his ears. Her panties, pale and delicate, clung tightly to her, the thin fabric soaked through, darkened with the clear evidence of just how affected she was. The soft material hugged the shape of her, molded to the subtle dip where her thighs met her ass, the dampness glistening in the low light. The sight was intoxicating, more than anything he could have imagined, and it took everything in him not to reach out right then and there.
Yoruichi's smirk deepened as she moved behind Orihime, her amber eyes gleaming with hunger and control. Without hesitation, she placed one firm hand on Orihime's shoulder, the other gently but firmly guiding the back of her head downward. "Face down, ass up, sweet girl," Yoruichi purred, her voice low and commanding, filled with dark promise. Orihime gasped softly, her breath quick and shaky as her cheek pressed to the cool floor, her arms folding beneath her, her thick ass raised higher, fully offered and exposed.
The position left her completely vulnerable, the weight of Yushiro's stare on her bare thighs, her soaked panties, and the soft curve of her waist making her tremble. Every heartbeat echoed in her ears as she tried to process what was happening, her breath coming in shallow, nervous gasps, the cool air brushing over the damp heat between her legs as she stayed frozen in place, waiting for what came next.
Yoruichi crouched low behind Orihime, the heat of the moment burning in her veins as she took in the sight of the sweet, innocent girl trembling beneath her hands. Orihime's thick, round ass was lifted high, panties soaked through, clinging to every soft curve and leaving nothing to the imagination. The pale fabric, darkened by her arousal, framed her perfectly, and Yoruichi couldn't resist running her hands along the sides of Orihime's hips, savoring the feel of her soft skin beneath her fingers.
With a wicked grin, Yoruichi hooked her thumbs beneath the band of Orihime's panties and slowly peeled them down, exposing more of that plump, glistening heat. She spread Orihime's ass cheeks apart, holding her open, presenting her completely to Yushiro. The sight of her—so wet, so vulnerable, her soft folds slick and shining—made Yoruichi's breath hitch with anticipation.
"Go on, Yushiro," Yoruichi urged, her voice low and filled with dark amusement, her gaze flicking up at him, hungry and demanding. "She's ready for you. Fuck her senseless. Take that sweet, thick ass and ruin her for any other cock." She spread Orihime wider, her fingers digging gently into the soft flesh, holding her steady, offering her up like a prize.
Orihime gasped softly, face burning, breath trembling as she felt herself so exposed, so on display, unable to see but feeling the weight of both their gazes on her bare, glistening body. Her heart raced wildly, caught in the heat and the helplessness of the moment, her body betraying her with the warmth pooling between her legs as she waited, every nerve alight with anticipation.
Yoruichi kept her hands firm on Orihime's hips, fingers splayed wide, holding the trembling girl in place as she admired the sight of her fully presented—her thick, glistening folds exposed, her round ass spread, soft and inviting. The heat of the moment made Yoruichi's breath come quicker, her amber eyes gleaming with mischief and raw desire. She leaned in, voice low and sultry, close enough that Orihime could feel the warmth of her breath on her ear.
"Orihime," Yoruichi purred, her grip tightening slightly for emphasis, "I want you to repeat after me. Look at him, feel him staring at you, and say it. Say… 'Please ruin me with that big black cock.'" The words dripped from her lips like honey laced with sin, her tone both commanding and encouraging, as if daring the sweet girl to give in fully.
Orihime froze, her wide eyes staring at the floor, face burning hotter than she thought possible. Her heart pounded in her chest, breath hitching as the words echoed in her head. Say that…? Oh no… I can't… But Yoruichi's hands on her hips, the heat of the room, the weight of Yushiro's gaze—everything combined into a pressure that made her shiver with nervous anticipation.
"A-ah… o-okay…" Orihime breathed, voice soft, trembling, every word catching as she tried to form them. She swallowed hard, cheeks crimson, and with a tiny, breathless stammer, she spoke, shy and innocent to the core. "P-please… um… r-ruin me… w-with your… b-big, um… black… c-cock…" Her voice wavered at the last words, eyes squeezed shut in embarrassment, her whole body trembling with the effort as she stayed on her hands and knees, completely vulnerable, waiting for what would come next.
Yoruichi lifted her gaze, sharp amber eyes gleaming with hunger as she looked up at Yushiro towering over them, his thick shaft slick and throbbing, the head glistening with anticipation. Her lips curved into a slow, wicked grin, fingers still spreading Orihime's soft, trembling ass cheeks apart, holding her wide and open for him. The sight of sweet, shy Orihime on full display—her thick, glistening folds exposed, her body quivering with nerves—was intoxicating, and Yoruichi's voice dripped with dark amusement as she spoke.
"Well?" she purred, eyes flashing as she met Yushiro's, heat radiating off her. "Don't keep the poor girl waiting. She asked so nicely… now give her what she's begging for."
Yushiro didn't hesitate a second longer. The tension had built to the point where he couldn't hold himself back if he tried. He dropped to his knees behind Orihime, the sound of his heavy body meeting the floor muted by the ragged breaths filling the space. His hands gripped her hips, large and firm, fingers digging gently into her soft skin as he positioned himself. The heat of him was immediate—she could feel it, that monstrous shaft pressing between her plump ass cheeks, the thick length hot and slick as it nestled against her.
Orihime gasped softly, face burning as she felt him there, so close, so massive, the sheer size of him making her breath hitch. His cock throbbed against her, the head sliding lower as he adjusted, prodding at her soft, wet folds, finding the slick entrance that awaited him. The warmth of him, the weight, the sheer presence of that huge shaft poised to claim her made her whole body tremble, every heartbeat pounding in her ears as she braced for what came next.
Yushiro held Orihime's hips steady, slowly rubbing the thick, swollen head of his massive cock against her slick, glistening folds. He teased her at first, sliding gently up and down, coating himself thoroughly in her arousal, savoring the soft, wet heat that radiated from her entrance. Orihime gasped softly, feeling the heavy pressure of him against her, anticipation building as she instinctively shifted her hips back, unsure if she was ready but unable to resist the growing ache deep within her.
Yoruichi watched closely, eyes sharp with anticipation as she continued to spread Orihime open, her voice low and sultry as she encouraged Yushiro. "Mmm, that's it… go slow. Let her feel every inch," she purred, her tone dripping with lust and approval. Her fingertips gently massaged Orihime's soft skin, holding her firmly in place, eyes locked on the spot where his cock teased at her entrance. "Give it to her nice and deep… let her know exactly who she belongs to now."
Orihime whimpered softly, eyes squeezed shut as she felt the tip pressing against her tight, soaking entrance. Her voice shook with a mixture of nervousness and need, teeth gritting together as she braced herself. "A-ah… i-it's… it's so b-big… Yoruichi-san…! I—I don't know if I can… t-take it…!" Her body trembled beneath him, thighs quivering, fingers curling against the floor, breath shallow and ragged as she felt the slow, relentless push of Yushiro's enormous shaft beginning to enter her.
Yoruichi leaned closer, her breath warm on Orihime's flushed cheek as she spoke, voice gentle yet commanding. "Relax, Orihime… breathe through it. Feel every bit of him stretching you open, making you his," she whispered, eyes sparkling wickedly as she watched Yushiro press deeper, slow and careful, savoring every inch as Orihime's body slowly yielded to the thick, heavy intrusion.
Yushiro sank in slowly, gritting his teeth as the sheer tightness of Orihime's soaked, yielding pussy gripped him like a vice. It felt like her body was trying to draw him in, swallowing every inch of him greedily despite how shy and overwhelmed she was. The slick heat wrapped around him like a glove, making him shudder, every shallow shift from the trembling girl sending ripples of pressure along the massive length buried inside her. By the time he was halfway in, he had to halt, breathing ragged, every muscle in his toned body strung tight as he tried to restrain himself from burying the rest in one brutal stroke.
Orihime was a picture of desperation, her delicate fingers clenched tight against the floor as she tried to adjust, a faint whine rising from deep in her throat. "A-ahhh… s-so deep… too deep…!" she gasped, gritting her teeth as the sheer girth of him pressed harder with every tiny shift. "I–I can't… it's too much, Yoruichi-san…! It feels like… like he's splitting me open…"
Yoruichi watched from behind, sharp amber eyes burning with lust as she tightened her grip on Orihime's hip, brushing long, languid strokes down the plump curve of the girl's ass. Without warning, she pulled her hand back and brought it down in a sharp, ringing slap across one rounded cheek, making Orihime yelp and arch, the sting spreading a delicious crimson mark across soft skin. "Mmm, you can take it, Orihime," Yoruichi purred, brushing long fingers down the reddening spot before giving it another firm smack. "That tight little pussy of yours is trying to suck him dry, and you're doing so well for him… just breathe, relax, and feel every inch sink deeper."
Each sharp slap drew another whine from Orihime, making her body quiver and clamp down harder around the thick length buried inside her. The sting of the smacks combined with the pressure inside, making her legs tense, toes curling as she sank closer, brushing long lashes down crimson‑tinted cheeks, voice wavering as she tried to form words. "I–I'm trying, Yoruichi‑san…! Aahhh–! He's so big… and every tiny move just… it just…!" Her voice rose sharply, a long, quivering moan filling the room as she felt herself straining and yielding, every sting and stretch burning its way deep inside.
Yushiro paused, breathing heavily, fingers tight on Orihime's soft hips as he fought to hold still. Her tightness clenched desperately around him, making every instinct inside him scream to thrust deeper, to fill her completely—but he forced himself to wait, giving her trembling body a moment to adjust, to breathe. His chest rose and fell with deep, ragged breaths, muscles tense with restraint, every nerve burning as he tried to maintain control.
Yoruichi, however, had no patience left. Her eyes gleamed wickedly, her body still flushed and tingling from her earlier release. She tightened her grip on Orihime's hip and looked up sharply at Yushiro, voice dripping with command and hunger. "Enough waiting, Yushiro," she snapped, her tone both sultry and merciless. "Give her everything. Fuck her senseless—make sure she feels every fucking inch of that monster cock."
The command shattered Yushiro's restraint instantly. With a guttural groan, he gripped Orihime's hips tighter, and in one smooth, powerful stroke, he slammed himself forward, burying every last inch of his massive cock deep inside her. His hips met her plump ass with a loud, wet slap, filling her completely, stretching her tight entrance wide around his impossible girth.
Orihime's eyes shot wide open, a sharp, overwhelmed cry tearing from her throat as her body jolted violently forward. Her fingers clawed desperately at the floor, her breath catching in a broken sob of mixed pain and pleasure. "AAHHH—! O-Oh my…! I—I can feel him so deep…! H-he's all the way inside…!" Her voice broke into a ragged whimper, eyes squeezed shut, her entire body trembling beneath the overwhelming sensation of being utterly filled, stretched beyond anything she'd imagined possible.
Yoruichi's lips curled into a dark, satisfied smirk, eyes sparkling with pleasure as she watched Orihime's reaction, leaning in close to whisper against her flushed, tear-streaked cheek, voice dripping with smug satisfaction. "Good girl, Orihime… that's exactly how it feels to get fucked properly. Now take it—all of it."
Yushiro gave in completely, every ounce of restraint burning away as he sank into a brutal, relentless rhythm. His grip tightened on Orihime's soft hips, knuckles blanching as he pulled her back to meet every deep, powerful thrust. The sound of flesh meeting flesh was sharp and raw, punctuating the room with every stroke as he buried himself to the hilt, pulling nearly all the way out only to drive every inch of that monstrous length back into the tight, quivering heat that molded itself desperately around him. The force of it pressed her down into the carpet, making the soft threads rasp faintly against her knees and hands, making every breath come harder.
Each thrust drew a strangled sound from Orihime, her shy, delicate voice breaking apart with every sharp, brutal slap. "A-ahhhh! Yushiro-kun! It's too much… too deep…! I-I can feel it… inside… oh gods…!" she whimpered, voice wavering wildly as her hands clenched and unclenched against the floor. Her body shook with every impact, soft ass rippling under the force of his movements, the sting of the sting of Yoruichi's earlier slaps still burning faintly across the rounded curve of her cheeks. "I–I can't… I can't take anymore… b-but it feels… it feels so good…! Please… don't stop…!!"
Yushiro's jaw clenched, every deep, powerful stroke making his thick length pulse harder, brushing every inch of her yielding, slick walls. The thought surged deep within him — the thought that if he could make Orihime fall apart like this, then Yoruichi herself could be next. The sound of the shy girl's broken moans and desperate pleas was intoxicating, feeding a darker, hungrier part of him that refused to slow down, refused to give an inch until every nerve in the room was burning from the sheer force of it.
Orihime's entire body rocked violently with each powerful thrust, her plump ass bouncing and rippling from the sheer force behind Yushiro's relentless strokes. Her massive breasts swung heavily beneath her, slapping against each other, nipples brushing roughly across the fabric of the carpet. Every hard thrust sent her body skidding forward slightly, hands desperately clawing to maintain her position as she felt herself losing control. Her vision blurred, a storm of sensations surging through her—the deep, overwhelming fullness, the sharp sting mingling with unbearable pleasure. Her voice rose in a trembling cry, breaking apart into breathless moans as she shuddered beneath him.
Yoruichi leaned in, her eyes glittering wickedly as she cupped Orihime's flushed, tear-streaked face, her voice low, commanding, and dripping with satisfaction. "Tell him, Orihime… say it loud and clear. Tell Yushiro how much you love his big, black cock pounding into you. Tell him how much you need it." Her words were firm and merciless, pushing Orihime deeper into her submission.
Orihime whimpered softly, cheeks burning crimson, teeth gritted between sharp, shallow breaths. But she obeyed, voice shaking, filled with embarrassment and desperate honesty. "Ahh…! Yushiro-kun, your… your big black cock feels so good…! I—I love it so much…! P-please… keep going… d-don't stop… I can't get enough…!" Her shy, trembling voice rose into a needy, broken moan as she surrendered fully, the words spilling forth freely as her body squirmed helplessly beneath him.
Yoruichi's smirk deepened, watching with unrestrained satisfaction as Orihime's body trembled beneath Yushiro's relentless assault. Every brutal thrust made the sweet girl's thick ass ripple, her massive tits swinging wildly beneath her, nipples grazing the carpet as she clung helplessly to the floor. Orihime's face was the picture of sex-drunk surrender—eyes half-lidded and glassy, mouth parted in a dazed moan, flushed cheeks streaked with tears of pleasure and overwhelming sensation. Her breath came in ragged, desperate gasps, her body slick with sweat, the heat between her thighs unbearable as she clamped down on Yushiro's cock, creaming all over him.
Yoruichi's voice came low and dripping with approval, one hand stroking along the curve of Orihime's waist as she leaned in close, her words thick with lust. "Good girl… gods, look at you. Look at how you're creaming all over that big cock. You're making a mess of him, baby… just like you should." Her fingers traced the trembling curve of Orihime's hip as she encouraged her, voice sweet but firm. "Don't slow down now. You're taking him so well. Keep fucking him, Orihime. Show him that tight pussy was made for him."
Orihime's lips trembled, her voice catching on every moan as she rocked helplessly under Yushiro's thrusts, her mind lost in the haze of pleasure. But Yoruichi wasn't done with her—her voice coaxed deeper, commanding, seductive. "Say it for me," Yoruichi whispered, her breath hot against Orihime's ear. "Tell him. Tell Yushiro that no one else will ever touch you again. That you'll only ever let him fuck you from now on. Say it."
Orihime sobbed out a moan, her voice breaking as the words tumbled free, her shy innocence shattered beneath the weight of the moment. "I-I'll only ever let Yushiro-kun f-fuck me…! No one else…! Just him…! I-I need him… so bad…!" Her voice rose into another needy cry, her body clenching tighter around Yushiro's cock as she surrendered completely, lost to the pleasure that rocked through her like a storm.
Yoruichi sank closer, brushing a hand down Orihime's quivering spine as she tightened her grip on the shy girl's hip, voice low and commanding. "Say it again, Orihime," she purred, brushing her nose down the hot curve of the girl's crimson‑tinted ear, brushing hair down across the rounded swell of her toned chest as sharp amber shimmered deep. "Let him hear it. Let him know that pussy belongs to him and him alone."
Through the haze of sensation, Orihime clenched desperately around Yushiro, every brutal stroke making her whole body jolt forward, soft ass and bouncing tits shaking wildly with each thrust. Her voice rose in a breathless, wavering cry, broken by moans that bubbled forth from deep within. "I‑I'll only ever let Yushiro‑kun fuck me… only him…! No one else… j‑just him… forever…!" The words shook from her throat like a plea, sweet and shy and soaked with obedience.
Yoruichi smiled sharply, brushing long lashes down across toned skin as she pressed closer, brushing toned fingers down across the rounded line of Orihime's toned hip. "That's it, girl," she purred, brushing hair down across one toned bare shoulder as sharp amber shimmered deep. "Now tell him… what do you love about him, hm? What about that big, black cock of his that has you like this?"
Orihime's voice rose sharply with the next brutal thrust, breaking into a long, desperate moan as her body clenched down harder, tighter, as if trying to draw him even deeper. "I–I love it… I love his big, black cock…! It–it's so deep… so thick… it feels so… s–so good inside me…! Ahhh–!!" The words bubbled forth from a voice torn apart by moans, rising sharply as every nerve in her body surged with unbearable, electric sensation. Suddenly, the tension snapped, and she came apart completely.
Her body shook violently as the orgasm ripped through her, a scream of sheer ecstasy pouring from parted, quivering lips. Her pussy clenched like a vice, gushing hot and slick around Yushiro's shaft as every nerve ignited, every muscle spasming wildly. The force of it stole her breath, eyes rolling back as she shook under him, completely lost to the storm of blinding, overwhelming pleasure consuming every inch of her body.
Yushiro's groans grew louder, deeper, his pace turning ragged as the tight, wet grip of Orihime's trembling body threatened to pull him over the edge. His hands dug into her hips, his thrusts still hard and deep, but uneven now as the overwhelming heat coiled tight in his gut. He could feel it building, surging through him with every clench of her soaked, spasming walls. His breath came fast, chest heaving, the sight of her thick ass rippling with every impact only pushing him closer.
Yoruichi's sharp amber eyes caught every detail — the way his jaw clenched, the strained sounds tearing from his throat, the way his hips twitched as he fought the inevitable. A wicked smirk curled her lips, but beneath it was sharp control. She leaned in, her voice low and sultry, dripping with heat but edged with command. "Mmm… you're close, aren't you, Yushiro?" she purred, brushing a hand along his lower back, her touch both teasing and firm. "Gods, I bet you want to fill her up so bad… pump her full, claim her right now. And fuck, it'd be so hot watching you do it."
She let the words hang, letting the image linger before she drew a sharp breath, voice turning firm. "But no. Not yet. We can't have you blowing your load inside her… as much as I'd love to see that mess dripping out of her." She grinned, eyes gleaming with mischief and dark promise. "Pull out, Yushiro. Right now. You've earned yourself a reward…" She slid a hand down, fingers wrapping lightly around the base of his thick, slick shaft as she guided him free of Orihime's quivering, cream-slicked pussy. "Let me finish you off." Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper, breath warm against his skin. "I want to feel you explode in my hands… let me see how much you've been holding back."
Yushiro gritted his teeth, every muscle in his body tense as he forced himself to obey, even with the fire burning in his core, begging for release. With a deep, guttural groan, he slid his thick, throbbing cock free from Orihime's tight, trembling pussy. The slow drag of her soaked walls clinging to him made him shudder, the wet sound of it loud in the heavy air. His shaft glistened in the dim light, coated from base to tip in the creamy white mess that Orihime had made of herself in her mind-breaking release.
Orihime collapsed forward slightly, her face pressed to the floor, but her thick, round ass still raised high in the air as if her body didn't want to let go of what it had been filled with. Her inner thighs were slick and shining, streaked with the evidence of how completely she had come apart on him. The creamy white juices trickled slowly down the soft curves of her thighs, dripping to the carpet below, leaving no doubt of how thoroughly she'd been wrecked.
Yoruichi knelt close now, her sharp amber eyes focused entirely on Yushiro's monstrous length. She stared with raw hunger at the thick shaft glistening with Orihime's release, the way her creamy arousal clung to him in messy streaks, pooling at the head and dripping slowly down his veined length. The sight made Yoruichi's breath hitch, a wicked grin curving her lips as she wrapped her fingers around him, feeling the heat and weight of him slick with Orihime's spent need. Her gaze flicked up, eyes full of dark promise, ready to finish what they'd started.
Yoruichi's fingers wrapped firmly around Yushiro's thick, glistening shaft, her grip sure and steady as she stroked him with slow, deliberate movements. Her hand glided easily along his length, Orihime's creamy juices making everything slick and messy, adding to the lewdness of the moment. The heat radiating off his cock, the way it throbbed under her touch, sent a rush through her, making her smirk as she leaned in, her breath warm against the slick head.
Without breaking eye contact, Yoruichi parted her lips and took just the swollen, glistening tip into her mouth, her tongue swirling slowly around it. She suckled gently, teasingly, her cheeks hollowing slightly as she drew him in deeper by bare inches, savoring the salty taste mixed with Orihime's sweetness. The weight of him filled her mouth, and she could feel the heavy pulsing, the subtle twitch that told her how close he was, how much he was holding back. Yushiro groaned, head tilting back, hips bucking just slightly as he struggled not to lose himself to the skilled, slow torture of her mouth.
Yoruichi pulled back with a wet pop, her lips glistening, a thin strand of spit connecting her mouth to his throbbing cock. She grinned up at him, stroking him slowly, thumb brushing over the sensitive slit at the tip. "Mmm… when you're close, you'd better tell me," she purred, voice low and thick with promise, eyes locked on his. "I want to know the second you're about to lose it… don't you dare hold back on me."
Without waiting for his response, she leaned back in, lips parting as she took him back into her mouth, suckling harder now, her tongue pressing and swirling along the underside of the thick head, her hands working his slick shaft in time with the slow, deep pull of her mouth. The heat of him, the weight, the taste—all of it drove her on as she worked him closer and closer to the edge.
Yoruichi worked him with precision, her hand stroking the slick length of his massive shaft in rhythm with the deep, steady suck of her mouth. Her lips stretched wide around the thick head, her cheeks hollowing with every pull, tongue swirling and pressing along the sensitive underside, tasting him, feeling every heavy throb. The heat of him, the tension in his body, the way his breaths came ragged and uneven—she could sense how close he was, how much he was fighting to hold back.
Yushiro's hands hovered, shaking slightly, as he struggled for control, but the wet heat of her mouth was too much. His groans grew louder, deeper, the sound raw and desperate as the pleasure built beyond what he could bear. "Ah—fuck, Yoruichi—! I'm cumming—!" he choked out, voice thick, his whole body tensing, hips jerking forward without thought.
Before Yoruichi could pull back or brace herself, his hips snapped forward in a hard, unintentional thrust, the thick crown of his cock driving deeper into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. And then it hit—hot, thick spurts of cum shooting deep, filling her throat in heavy, pulsing bursts. The force of it was staggering, the salty, overwhelming taste flooding her mouth as his cock throbbed and jerked between her lips, his release pouring into her with no room to escape. His breath came in broken gasps, his body trembling as he rode out the intense rush, each twitch of his shaft pushing another heavy load straight down her throat, the slick mess clinging to her tongue and lips as he emptied himself completely.
Yoruichi did her best, her throat working in quick, desperate swallows as Yushiro's thick cum flooded her mouth in heavy, unrelenting spurts. The salty, viscous heat filled her so fast she could barely keep up, each powerful pulse forcing more down her throat than she could manage. Despite her experience, despite her determination to take it all, the sheer volume overwhelmed her. It spilled past her lips, thick streams of it dribbling down her chin and onto her chest, streaking the curves of her body as she fought to keep from choking.
Her amber eyes fluttered shut for a moment, throat flexing as she tried to gulp down every last drop, but his orgasm just wouldn't end. The force of it left her gasping between swallows, her lips stretched wide around him as she struggled to breathe through the mess. Finally, with a shaky groan, Yushiro pulled out, his slick cock slipping from her mouth with a wet pop, the last few dribbles of his cum streaking across her lips and chin.
Yoruichi coughed softly, sucking in a deep breath as she wiped at her mouth, thick strings of his release clinging to her fingers and dripping onto her chest. Her eyes snapped up at him, sharp and glinting, still flushed with heat but edged with irritation. "Damn it, Yushiro," she gasped between breaths, chest heaving, voice hoarse and dripping with what was left of his release, "I said tell me—don't just shove it down my throat like that!" She wiped her chin again, smirking despite herself as she tried to catch her breath, the taste of him lingering on her tongue, the mess painting her skin.
Yoruichi wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand, strands of thick cum still clinging stubbornly to her chin and dripping down onto her chest. Her sharp amber eyes stayed locked on Yushiro, a mixture of heat and exasperation flashing in her gaze as she gathered herself, still catching her breath from the overwhelming flood he'd unleashed. "You've got no control at all, do you?" she snapped, voice sharp but breathy, her lips glistening from what she hadn't managed to swallow. She dragged her fingers down her throat, wiping the mess away, smirking despite herself. "Next time, try not to nearly drown me, you brute."
She shook her head, wiping her hands on a nearby towel, still glistening with sweat and streaked with the last remnants of his release. Her voice softened only slightly as she nodded toward Orihime's limp, spent form still trembling on the floor. "Just… take her to her room. She's done for tonight." There was still a flicker of amusement in her tone, but her eyes narrowed, adding with a warning edge, "And don't you even think about trying for another round—at least not until she can walk again."
Yushiro's breath was still ragged, his body tight with restraint as he reached down, arms sliding under Orihime's soft, exhausted form. He lifted her effortlessly, cradling her against his chest as she clung faintly to him, too dazed and wrecked to say a word. Her head rested against his shoulder, her face still flushed, eyes half-lidded and glassy from the intensity of what she'd been through. Yushiro's pulse pounded in his ears, every instinct screaming at him to drop her onto that mattress and bury himself in her all over again. But he grit his teeth, jaw clenched tight, and forced himself to carry her gently down the hall, each step a battle against his own need.
Behind them, Yoruichi knelt, grabbing a clean cloth as she started wiping the thick streaks from her skin, cleaning the sticky mess from her lips, her chin, her chest. Her fingers moved slowly, deliberately, as she smirked to herself, the taste of him still lingering on her tongue, the image of both of them burned into her mind as she cleaned herself up, preparing for whatever came next.
Yushiro returned, his footsteps quick and heavy, the heat still burning in his veins. His chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, and his eyes—dark, desperate, hungry—locked onto Yoruichi the moment he entered. He stood there, bare, glistening with sweat, his thick cock still hard and twitching despite the torrent he'd already unleashed. The sight of Yoruichi, still flushed, still half-wild from the night's events, only fueled the fire that refused to die inside him.
"Yoruichi… please…" His voice broke with need, raw and pleading as he stepped closer. "Just let me. Let me fuck you—just once. I swear I'll take it slow. I'll be gentle. I need you." His words tumbled out, the desperation thick in every syllable, his hands flexing at his sides as if fighting the urge to reach for her.
Yoruichi's eyes narrowed, sharp and smoldering, as she shot him a look that could have stopped a lesser man in his tracks. "Are you serious, Yushiro?" she snapped, tone clipped, her irritation barely veiling the lingering amusement beneath it. "After everything—you're still begging? I thought I just relieved you." She crossed her arms, but the sharpness in her gaze softened with exasperation as she let her eyes trail downward.
That's when she saw it—his cock, still thick, veined, and rigid, jutting out in defiance of what should have been spent release. The heavy length glistened faintly in the low light, streaked with the last of Orihime's creamy mess, the head flushed dark with need. Yoruichi sighed, running a hand through her damp hair, shaking her head as the corner of her mouth tugged into a reluctant smirk.
"Unbelievable…" she muttered, her tone dry but laced with a hint of admiration. She stepped closer, resting her hands on her hips as she tilted her head at him. "Well, you did ruin poor Orihime, didn't you?" she added, a dark edge of pride threading through her voice. "I'll give you that—you fucked her like no one else could. But you're not touching me. Not tonight." She exhaled, glancing past him toward the hall. "We'll find someone else for you, Yushiro. Someone who can handle that beast of yours—for now." Her gaze lingered on him, eyes glinting with mischief despite her scolding, already turning over the possibilities in her mind as she watched him stand there, still desperate, still hard, still aching for more.