Bleach One Shot: "Hot Springs are good for the Inner Hollow" (Patreon)

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Ichigo groaned as he sunk his sore body into the soothing hot water. These hot springs were truly a godsend. Why were they here in the middle of a hidden cave with no apparent volcanoes in sight? He didn't know, nor did he really care. They were appreciated nonetheless.

After ensuring he was clean from the day's sweat, he leaned by the side and contemplated his situation. Despite training to near exhaustion for several days, he was still no closer to unlocking this ‘Bankai’ state that would supposedly give him a chance against Byakuya. And with Rukia’s execution mere days away, time was running out…

“Would I be able to beat him as I am now? I may not have a choice, unless I can make a breakthrough sometime soon.” A splash from across the pool drew his attention, before he swiftly closed his eyes again.

“Awww, you're no fun I~chi~go. I preferred it when you blushed and got all embarrassed.” Cracking an eye open, Ichigo looked at the person who had just joined him with a deadpan look. And if his eye trailed a little lower than necessary, could he really be blamed?

For the person who has joined him was, without a doubt, the most attractive woman he'd ever met. And he knew a few! The fact that her caramel skin, perfect hourglass figure and impressive bust was on full display due to her current nudity didn't hurt either…

“Yes, well. Since you sprung the fact that you're not actually a cat, you've spent the entire time nude. It becomes easier to ignore when the person is trying to actively kill you. Do you even have any clothes to wear?” 

Yoruichi shook her head without an ounce of shame. “Nope. Why would I need them? I'll just become a cat again before leaving.” Ichigo sighed, having had this discussion several times already. He laid his head back once more, not at all caring about his own nudity. After the third time of doing this song and dance, he soon figured it got more of a reaction from her if he pretended he wasn't bothered.

It was because of this, he failed to notice Yoruichi eyeing him up and down. Sure, this had started out as a simple tease, something to entertain herself while also allowing the truth of her form to be known. But the more time she spent fighting Ichigo, the more she had begun to respect him. Sure, he was a long way from beating a captain class enemy, but to be where he was in such a short time was nothing short of impressive.

Speaking of impressive, her eyes trailed down the solid six-pack he sported, along with defined muscles all over his body. He was in shape, that much was in evidence. Not to mention that cock…

“Yoruichi?” Ichigo asked. She would swear down that she had never startled as she shot her eyes back up to his face. Thankfully it seemed Ichigo hadn't even opened his eyes. “Er, yes?”

“Do you think I will be able to learn this damn Bankai? I feel like I'm hitting my head against a brick wall…” Yoruichi relaxed, and gave a soft chuckle. “You will Ichigo. You're making great progress. You're nearly there, I can feel it!”

Ichigo raised his head and looked at her again, his usual scowl in place. “Why is that scowl so damn attractive…” “Really? Because I feel like I'm stuck.

Yoruichi blinked, before gaining a teasing grin. “Hmm, perhaps you just need the right…incentive.” She started to move towards him, swaying her hips and running her hands down her sides. Ichigo gulped a little, but was clearly not willing to back down from the teasing…good.

“And..er…what incentive would that be?” Yoruichi made a show of thinking, making sure to cross her arms under her bust and make them even more prominent as she did so. “Let me think. Threatening you with death hasn't worked so far. Oh, I know!” she clicked her fingers, before stepping closer to him once more.

“If you can achieve Bankai in time…you can have me”. Ichigo blinked in confusion. “You?” Yoruichi walked even closer in the spa, and Ichigo was starting to get nervous. “Yes. Me. All of me…you can have my curves…” she stepped closer. “My breasts… “ she said as she grasped them in her hands, drawing his eyes to them. She then stepped right into his space, lowering her head next to his, breathing into his ear. “...my pussy. All yours to take…”

Ichigo shuddered involuntarily. However, before he could react any further, Yoruichi retreated with a giggle. “But only if you manage it! Better work hard tomorrow!” She then flash stepped away, leaving nothing but ripples in the water.

Ichigo groaned, before sitting up and trying to get his breathing under control. “Damn woman. She's gonna be the death of me. Guess I better think how I'm gonna actually beat her.” He looked down into the water, and the noticeable problem between his legs. “...among other things.”

The next day, Ichigo and Yoruichi were sparring once again. Though Yoruichi hadn't mentioned her offer from yesterday, her actions were making it clear that she was willing to tease him to within an inch of his sanity.

Every opportunity she got, she would touch him with soft caresses rather than strike him as usual. His chest, his cheek…lower down. He was sure she even kissed him once, but it was so fast and he had blinked at the time. He has never lasted so long in a bout, yet felt so defeated.

“Clearly this isn't working…she's just too fast. I need to try to predict where she's going…” Ichigo paused, his eyes tracking the blur that was Yoruichi as best as he could. Twice more she darted in, touching his jaw and even slapping him on the backside!

After reflexively grabbing at her and hearing her giggles echo around, he couldn't help but crack a smirk. “I can't deny…this is more fun than getting the shit beaten out of me.” He then realized something about how she was moving.

“Wait…when she comes in with a flash step, it's always in a straight line. She can't turn at that speed!” He prepared to move as fast as he was able to, gathering his reiatsu in preparation.

“Wait for it…there!” The moment he saw the blur change direction towards him, he turned and stepped forwards. Not expecting the move, Yoruichi slammed into his chest with a squark of surprise. Before she could react, he closed his arms around her, effectively hugging her to his chest and preventing her from escaping.

Realising her position, Yoruichi wriggled in his grip and found it to be strong. “Well Ichigo. If you wanted a hug, all you had to do is ask~” she teased, looking up to him with hooded eyes. Ichigo grew a blush, especially since her large breasts were squashed to his chest, creating an obvious valley of caramel flesh. He could even feel her nipples poking him through his thin shirt.

“So…does this mean I win?” Ichigo asked, trying to seem more confident than he felt. Yoruichi just gave a sharp grin, one that made him feel nervous. “Oh Ichigo…I'm still not sure you can handle me. Try to prove me wrong!”

Yoruichi then started to release large amounts of her own reiatsu. Ichigo started sweating, and his arms started to shake with the strain as Yoruichi’s strength skyrocketed. “Come on Ichigo! Prove your strength!” She then started to prise his arms away from herself, despite his best efforts.

“No! I can't let her get away, I may not be able to catch her by surprise again!” He raised his own reiatsu to match, streams of blue erupting from both individuals as a war of attrition began…one that Yoruichi was slowly winning.

“Ooh, too bad. Looks like you won't get to tap this ass just yet…” she teased, as she rose her legs up in a show of flexibility, allowing her to use her legs to push off from him as well.

In a desperate attempt to keep hold, he dug deep into his energy. “I won't lose now!” He yelled. His reiatsu fluctuated, some black streaks joining the usual blue. Yoruichi saw the change, smirked, and increased her own output again!

“Aww, are you struggling, King?” came a voice within Ichigo’s head. He was sufficiently startled enough to slacken his grip, something Yoruichi took full advantage of to push off from him and begin to leap away!

“No! Not when I'm so close!” Ichigo made an attempt to follow the fleeing Youruichi…only to find he was able to keep up! He could track her movements, and match her flash steps with what he assumed were his own. He felt stronger suddenly…and he could win this now!

Yoruichi glanced behind her with a smirk, expecting to have left the much slower Ichigo behind. Her eyes widened when she realized he was right behind her and already about to grab her arm!

“Shit, how did he get so close?!” She flash stepped in a different direction, and he matched her in a muted buzz of movement. “Sonido? But that's…” Before she could finish the thought, Ichigo managed to grab onto her arm, effectively halting her movement. And if he had been strong before, this time his grip was like iron.

The reason for this was instantly apparent. Looking over Ichigo’s form, Yoruichi felt her breath catch as she looked over his changes.

First, his zanpakuto had changed form, going from its unwieldy, oversized great sword to a pitch black, slim lined katana. Had this been the only change, she would have been celebrating. A changed sword? He had reached Bankai! And so much faster than the average shinigami.

But this was not what shocked Yoruichi. No…it was his physical changes. His outfit had changed, revealing his heavily built chest…but most noticeably, he had a hollow hole directly through it! His face was covered by a patterned white mask, two small horns protruding out from the top. And his eyes…pitch black with yellow sclera.

“This is just like what Kisuke warned me about!” Before she could panic, a chuckle from Ichigo made her pause. “Now does that count as my win?” Yoruichi shivered. That voice was dangerous…and yet, why was she also aroused by it…

“Ichigo? Is that still you in there?” she asked hesitantly. He cocked his head in apparent confusion. “Yes…why wouldn't it be? Are you trying to distract me so I let go? Well, no chance!” He then sheathed his zanpakuto and used his now free hand to grasp her arm as well. “Want to try that same trick again?” he smirked down at her.

She shivered again and tried to ignore the growing heat in her loins. “Er…I think you have won, Ichigo. Look at you!” Ichigo frowned, before looking over himself. His eyes widened when he noticed his own hollow hole. “What?!” He let go of Yoruichi and sonido’d to the hot springs edge.

Taking in his mask and appearance in the reflection, he yelled in shock. “The hell? What happened to me?” Yoruichi arrived, and took a slow walk around him. “I think…this might be part of your Bankai. You definitely got faster…and your sword is new. I wonder what abilities it has…”

Ichigo blinked, before looking from his reflection to his sword. “Huh…I certainly feel stronger” He unsheathed it again and swung towards a nearby boulder. “Getsuga Tenshou!” The black crescent of reiatsu that lance out neatly cut the boulder before continuing on a fair way before dissipating.

“...Yep, I'd call that an upgrade” Yoruichi muttered with a sweat drop. Ichigo pumped his fist. “Yes…with this, I can rescue Rukia!” He looked about ready to go do exactly that, but was stopped by Yoruichi once more.

“Wait! We don't know how long it will last! And besides, you need to be able to recreate it.” Ichigo sighed in frustration. “So what? We wait. There's only two more days! Besides, I feel full of energy.” “Two days we can spend perfecting your Bankai!” Yoruichi argues back.

Seeing that he still wasn't convinced, she smirked before running her hands across her body. “Besides…don't you have a prize to claim? I-chi-go~. Maybe we can really test how much energy you have…” That drew his attention. While he was clearly still torn…he was undoubtedly checking her out with slight hunger in his eyes.

Yoruichi strutted forwards, her hips rolling with each step and drawing his attention to her form. “How about this…you tire me out, and I'll admit you're ready to tackle the rescue attempt. Deal?” She stepped into his personal space, looking up demurely at him while running her hand down his chest.

It was at this moment, he realised his senses had developed somewhat as well. He could sense the heat coming from her body and smell her arousal thick in the air.

Ichigo growled, the sound rumbling in his chest. “Fine”he ground out. Yoruichi just smirked…before dropping down into a perfect squat, her ass resting upon her own heels and her knees spread to show off her glistening pussy. This brought her eye level to Ichigo's obvious bulge in his trousers, which she looked over appreciatively.

“Good. I'm sure we'll both enjoy your prize.” She then reached forwards, grabbed his waistline and yanked them down in a swift movement. Her eyes widened as a thick pillar of meat bounced free, nearly hitting her in the cheek as it bobbed and came to rest over her shoulder.

“What? This is at least twice as big as he was when I'd seen him in the hot springs before…is this also due to his Bankai?” She looked to the side and along his impressive length, the thick veins pulsing to his heartbeat and the deep purple crown already leaking a little precum.

Ichigo stared down at her, feeling himself get impatient as she admired his length. “What? Too much for the great Yoruichi to handle?” She blinked, before glancing up at him. “Just savoring what's to come. I'll need to get you nice and wet if I'm going to take you…you're more impressive than I expected.”

Yoruichi then started licking his length, up and down, over and over. Occasionally she would focus on his head, swirling her tongue around the sensitive tip. Wherever she wasn't actively licking, she would instead massage with her hands to ensure her saliva spread evenly. 

Ichigo groaned in pleasure. “Her tongue is surprisingly rough…yet it feels really good. Though, this isn't enough…” “Then why not take what you deserve?” came the same voice from the back of his consciousness. Normally, this would panic him…but he was too worked up, and it was making a lot of sense…

Yoruichi was so distracted with enjoying kissing and licking his member, she didn't notice him raise his hands towards her head…until they gripped her in a firm grip.

“Wait, what's he going to...glurk!” Yoruichi's inner thought was completely negated by Ichigo forcefully pulling her onto his length. Due to his impressive size, he only managed to get about a third in her mouth before he bumped against her tonsils at the back of her throat. “Oh, that's tight. But I've still got more to go…can you manage it, I wonder?”

He looked down at Yoruichi. With her mouth full, she still managed to look up at him with a challenging glint in her eyes. When she rested her hand on his upper thighs, but made no move to try to remove herself from his cock, he took that as a sign she was happy to continue.

He pulled her back, before plunging her down his length once more. "Glark" He did so again, then again. The whole time, obscene wet noises rang out, her saliva pouring down her own chest and thighs in thick rivulets. On the fifth attempt, his length sank several extra inches as he finally got the right angle and pushed past the back of her throat.

“Ohhh…that's good. Still good down there Yoruichi?” Even with her breathing hampered by his immense cock, she simply looked up at him with her tear streaked eyes and winked. She then grabbed his thighs in a firm grip, and pulled!

With an impressive display of determination, she forced herself down the remaining inches of his cock, until her nose rested at his pelvis. "Glurk…cough…" There was something about seeing the strong willed woman willingly choke herself on his cock that made Ichigo struggle to control his urges.

He pulled Yoruichi most of the way from his length, removing himself from the tight confines of her throat. As she caught her breath, she looked up at him. Before she could say a word, he pulled her back down, hilting himself in one stroke! He pulled her back off, then down once more, using her throat for his pleasure like his own personal Fleshlight.

“Ohh God…so rough. I think I like this new Ichigo…” Yoruichi's world was a blur as she was rapidly thrusted up and down Ichigo's cock. Her spit flew, her throat bulged right down to her collarbone and her eyes were little more than whites as they rolled into the back of her head.

Just as she began to feel her consciousness fade due to a lack of oxygen, she managed to pat him in his thighs. Thankfully, even while lust fuelled Ichigo recognised this as a sign to ease up.

“Oh shit, sorry Yoruichi!” He yelped, releasing his grip and allowing her to finally slip off his length. She gasped great lungfuls of air, recovering from the ordeal.

“Sorry? Pant. What's there to be sorry for!? That was wild. You better do the same to my pussy, I haven't been fucked like that since Sui Feng discovered strap-ons!”

Yoruichi then stood up, immediately turning around and bending down to hold the back of her own calves. This meant she was looking up at Ichigo while upside down, through her legs. And by looking her in the eye, Ichigo couldn't avoid seeing her currently dripping pussy and gently winking asshole.

“So…are you going to keep me waiting? Or are you going to vent your frustration out on little old me?” she wiggled her ass, making the perfect globes jiggle slightly.

Ichigo stepped forwards, wasting little time lining himself up to her entrance. His head was large, but she was so well lubricated, it took little effort to push his head inside.

“Ohh…that's the way. Let's see how long it takes to wear you out, big boy!” Yoruichi then began to move, thrusting the first few inches into herself and building momentum.

Before long, she was riding Ichigo like a mad woman, most of his length burying itself into her warm depths as she bounced in a perfect standing doggy.

Not wanting to feel like she was doing all the work, Ichigo leaned down in order to capture her heavy tits from where they were dangling beneath her. Her wasted no time in grasping and massaging them, pinching her large brown nipples sharply.

“Oh, yes! That's good. Mmm, maul my tits Ichigo, they can take it!” Ichigo was happy to oblige, rubbing and shaking them around. He started matching her thrusts, his hips hitting her ass and forming ripples from the impacts.

“Ooh…I'm close, Ichigo…so close…I'm gonna cum!” Yoruichi stopped her thrust while he was hilted deep, then shuddered in obvious orgasm. A trickle of juice splashed to the earth below as she moaned his name.

Ichigo grunted, the right vice of her inner muscles holding so firm it almost triggered his own orgasm. “Well, that looks fun, Kingy. I think it's only fair that I get a go, don't you think?” 

Before he could react, Ichigo had a brief feeling of vertigo, before he had the strange experience of not being in full control of his body! “Wait, what?! No! You give me back my body, whatever you are!” He could see through his eyes and still feel the warmth from Yoruichi’s depths…but he couldn't move!

“Oh relax, I'll relinquish control again soon…just as soon as I've had my fun!” “Ichigo” then reached down to the recovering Yoruichi, who was still shaking in post orgasm bliss.

“That was…pant...amazing. I just need a moment and I'll be ready to…Ichigo?!” In a swift move, he had placed his hands under her thighs, and in an impressive show of strength lifted her up vertically so she was held up by nothing but his hands…and his enormous member was still buried inside her.

“Oh, you can't rest until I'm satisfied. Better hold on!” “Ichigo then dropped her, causing her whole weight to sink down onto his length. At this angle, it sunk deep, a visible bulge forming up to her belly button.

“Oh Kami! So rough…that's deeper than I've ever felt!” Yoruichi leaned back, allowing her head to rest onto his shoulder. “I did promise you could vent. Give me all your built up frustration!” Yoruichi had almost no time to prepare before “Ichigo” grasped her thighs and began to thrust!

With little more on his mind than pleasure, he pistoned his entire length rapidly. “Yoruichi was clearly embracing the pace, her tongue lolling out and her eyes rolling back once more!

“Yes! Yes yes yes! I'm gonna cum…I'm gonna cum again!” True to her word, she tightened once more, and devolved into whimpers and sighs. Another clear stream of squirt flew out in front of her. Unlike last time, “Ichigo” kept fucking her straight through it, regardless of the increased tightness. This brought her to two more orgasms as he chased down his own.

Ichigo, far a spectator taking in this scene, felt the moment his body was starting to reach its limit. His orgasm could not be held back much longer. “Oh no you don't! You're not the one to finish!” With a herculean effort, he wrenched control of himself back. “Noo! Don't ruin my fun! I was so close!”

“I don't care…it's my body, so this is all mine!” Ichigo groaned out loud, and dropped Yoruichi down onto his full length a final time, her breath rushing out and her mouth spitting saliva out from the force.. “Here it comes, Yoruichi!” 

“Inside! I can't get pregnant, just fill. Me. Up!” Ichigo felt his balls clench and his length pulsed and expanded slightly, before blasting her insides as requested. 

Three…five…eight large bumps filled Yoruichi, who moaned wantonly. She rubbed her belly, slightly rounded from the large load. The last few blasts had nowhere to go, so had trickled from their connection and down her legs.

As he finished, he wobbled slightly as a wave of exhaustion hit him. He lowered Yoruichi to the ground, before his softening length fell from her pussy. He then slumped to the floor, panting. 

“Well, you win this time, king. Until next time…” echoed from his mind, before he felt the presence recede. At the same time, his mask shattered into notes of black before fading entirely.

Yoruichi, managing to stay standing but her legs noticeably wobbly, turned to him and chuckled. “That was fun…and a great test of your endurance. Fifteen minutes or so of Bankai huh? Not bad for a first time!

Ichigo caught his breath, before looking up at the sweaty form of Yoruichi. Though she had a confident smirk, her shaky legs still dripping their combined fluids showed she was definitely struggling to keep her facade up.

“Really? Seems someone only just managed to stay conscious.” Yoruichi gave him a predatory grin. “Cheeky fucker. Fine, you'll need to raise your stamina if you want to beat Byakuya. Get that mask back, buddy. You'll need it!

Ichigo gulped. “Why do I think it's not Byakuya that's likely to kill me in the near future”

As Byakuya and Ichigo faced off against each other in front of the tower that currently contained Rukia, a breeze ruffled their robes.

Both had matched blades, and Byakuya had proven himself the better swordsmen. Though they both sorted cuts, so it was far from one sided.

“You won't let Rukia go? You're meant to be here brother! And brother's protect their sisters…as I will do for my friends.” He held his sword out in front of him, before his reiatsu turned black. 

“Bankai!”

When the dust settled, revealing Ichigo with his narrow sword and hollow mask, Byakuya snorted. “You truly are a monster. If you think a newly reached Bankai will beat my own, you're sorely mistaken.” He held his own sword pointing towards the ground.

“Bankai. Senbonza…!” Before he could even finish enacting his Bankai, he was shocked as Ichigo disappeared in a blink, appearing before him. Ichigo then proceeded to grab his face…before slamming him backwards into the ground.

Lifting him up and inspecting his foe, Ichigo saw he was still conscious. “What…are…you?” Ichigo leaned down so he was eye to eye. “Me? I'm a protector” He then slammed him down again…and again! He repeated this until Byakuya ceased trying to fight back, remaining unconscious in the crater formed from his own head.

Standing up, he turned and walked towards the tower. Seeing Rukia staring at him with wide eyes, he rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “Er…don't worry, he's not dead. He's still your brother after all…”

Rukia just nodded, a noticeable blush forming on her face. His advanced senses picked up her arousal at the sight of his strength. “Really?” “Aww, yeah! Another worthy addition I think, King!”

Shaking his head and ignoring the voice, he went to free Rukia from her prison. He had more pressing concerns after all. For now…