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Ichigo Kurosaki was sprawled across his bed, his usual scowl replaced with a rare look of boredom. It was one of those rare days off from his job as at Ikumi's Shop and the quiet was almost deafening. He was flipping through an old manga when Rukia Kuchiki burst into his room without warning, her small frame carrying an air of urgency.
"Ichigo, I found something in the Shinigami library that might help you regain your powers!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of excitement and challenge. She held up an ancient, dusty tome with a mischievous glint in her eye.
Ichigo raised an eyebrow, setting his manga aside. "And you think reading some old book will do what? Make me a Shinigami again?"
Rukia huffed, climbing onto the bed beside him, her petite body settling close. "It's not just any book. It speaks of a... unique healing technique," she said, her cheeks tinting pink as she avoided his gaze.
Intrigued despite himself, Ichigo leaned closer, their shoulders touching. "What kind of technique?"
Rukia fiddled with the book's pages, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "It involves a... very intimate connection of spiritual energies. It's said that through... well, physical union, one's reiatsu can be awakened or strengthened."
Ichigo's eyes widened, then narrowed in suspicion. "You're joking, right? You expect me to believe that?"
Rukia's face was now fully flushed, but she met his gaze defiantly. "Try it if you dare. Or are you scared, Kurosaki?"
That was all the challenge Ichigo needed. His expression shifted from skepticism to a sly grin. "Fine, but don't blame me if you can't handle the... 'energy' I bring."
They started with playful banter, each trying to outdo the other with their taunts. Rukia, sitting on his hips, looked down at him with a feigned scowl, her small hands gripping his shoulders. "I-It’s not like I like you or anything," she said, her voice tinged with a playful annoyance even as she felt the warmth of his body beneath her.
Ichigo reached up, pinching her cheek gently. "So, when’s this 'healing technique' meant to kick into effect?"
Rukia flinched, then glared, her cheeks burning brighter. "I read about it in the Shinigami libraries. This kind of thing can unlock one's reiatsu; I was hoping you might regain your powers—"
Before she could finish, Ichigo flipped them over, pinning her beneath him. Her eyes widened in surprise, then narrowed with a mix of irritation and anticipation. "You think this is going to work?" he teased, his voice low and rough.
Rukia's breath hitched, her body reacting to his proximity. "Only one way to find out," she replied, her hands instinctively going to his neck, squeezing playfully this time.
The room was charged with a tension that was more than just reiatsu; it was raw, human desire. Ichigo's gaze roamed over her, taking in her form – her small, perky breasts heaving, her wide hips that led to those thick, beautiful thighs, and that ass which was just begging to be grabbed.
"You know," Ichigo murmured, his hands sliding down to cup her ass, squeezing the plush flesh, "if this doesn't work, at least we're getting something good out of it."
Rukia bit her lip, her body arching into his touch. "You better make this count, Ichigo. Or I'll never let you forget it."
Their playful challenge had turned into something much more primal, the air thick with lust and the promise of rough, unbridled sex.
Ichigo didn't wait for another invitation. He leaned down, capturing Rukia's lips in a kiss that was all hunger and heat. His hands roamed greedily over her body, feeling every curve and contour. Rukia's hands found their way to his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss with a ferocity that matched his own.
With a quick movement, Ichigo shed his clothes, his half-erect cock springing free, impressive in its size and already pulsing with need. Rukia, now equally undressed, looked down, her eyes widening at the sight. "You're going to split me in half with that thing," she murmured, half in jest, half in genuine awe.
"Only if you can't handle it," Ichigo taunted back, his voice rough with desire. He positioned himself, his cockhead teasing her entrance, making her gasp. "Ready to see if this old book was right?"
Rukia nodded, biting her lip as he began to push in. The sensation was overwhelming – the stretch, the fullness, the sheer size of him. She let out a loud moan, her body adjusting to him, her nails digging into his back. "Oh fuck, Ichigo... you're... too big..."
But her words only spurred him on. Ichigo thrust into her, slow at first, savoring the tight, wet heat surrounding him. Each movement was a delicious torture, her walls gripping him like a vice. "You wanted this, Rukia," he growled, his pace quickening. "You wanted to see if I could handle you."
Rukia's response was a litany of moans, her body lifting off the bed with each thrust, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper. "Harder, you bastard," she demanded, her voice a mix of command and desperation.
Ichigo complied, his thrusts becoming savage, each one slamming into her with a force that shook the bed. The sounds of their coupling filled the room – the slap of skin against skin, the wet noises of their union, the creaking of the bedframe.
"Fuck, your ass is incredible," Ichigo groaned, his hands squeezing her thick cheeks, watching them jiggle with each impact. "And these thighs..." He bit into one, leaving a mark, eliciting a sharp cry from Rukia that quickly turned into a moan of pleasure.
Rukia was lost in the sensation, her body alive with pleasure, her mind clouded by lust. "Don't stop, don't you dare stop," she gasped, her hips bucking to meet his, her small breasts bouncing with the rhythm of their fuck.
Ichigo's hands moved to her waist, lifting her slightly to change the angle, hitting deeper, making her scream. "Feel that? That's your reiatsu waking up," he said, though it was more about the raw, animalistic pleasure they were sharing.
Their bodies were slick with sweat, their movements becoming more frantic, more desperate. Rukia felt something building inside her, a surge of energy that was both physical and spiritual, her moans turning into cries as she felt herself teetering on the edge of an explosive climax.
Ichigo's pace was relentless, each thrust a brutal assertion of his desire, slamming into Rukia with such force that she felt like she was being remade with every stroke. Her body was a canvas of pleasure and pain, every nerve ending aflame with sensation. The room echoed with the sounds of their rough sex – the wet, sloppy noises of their bodies colliding, the deep, guttural groans from Ichigo, and Rukia's high-pitched cries of ecstasy.
"Look at you, taking every inch like a good little Shinigami," Ichigo rasped, his voice thick with lust as he watched his cock disappear into her, stretching her to her limits. Rukia's eyes rolled back, her mouth open in a silent scream, her pussy clenching around him, trying to milk him for all he was worth.
Rukia's nails scored down his back, drawing blood, marking him as hers in this primal dance. Her thighs, thick and powerful, clamped around his waist, her large ass bouncing with each brutal thrust, the flesh rippling in waves. "Fuck, Ichigo, you're going to break me," she panted, her voice a desperate plea for more, for everything he could give.
Ichigo responded by gripping her hips harder, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, pulling her onto him with every thrust, ensuring his cock kissed her cervix with every deep plunge. The bed was a battlefield, the sheets torn, the mattress protesting under their weight and ferocity.
The room was filled with the scent of sex, sweat, and something electric, almost tangible, like their reiatsu was indeed awakening, sparking in the air around them. Rukia could feel it, a gathering storm inside her, her body and soul charging with every violent thrust.
"You like that, don't you? You love how I fill you up, how I fuck you like this," Ichigo growled, his words as much a part of their fuck as his physicality. He leaned back, lifting her legs over his shoulders, folding her in half, allowing him to plunge even deeper, hitting spots inside her that made her see stars.
Rukia was beyond words, her body convulsing around him, her orgasm building like a tsunami. "Yes, yes, yes," was all she could manage, her voice breaking on the last syllable as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her pussy spasmed violently around his cock, her juices flooding out, soaking them both, her body shaking with the intensity of her climax.
Ichigo didn't let up, riding her through her orgasm, his own release imminent. "Fuck, Rukia, you're so tight, so perfect," he grunted, his movements becoming erratic, his own peak nearing. With a final, deep thrust, he roared, his cock pulsating as he came, filling her womb with hot, thick cum.
Rukia, still lost in her pleasure, felt him inside her, the warmth spreading, her belly swelling slightly with the sheer volume of his seed. They were locked together, panting, sweating, their bodies intertwined, the air around them shimmering with the energy they had unleashed.
The room was quiet except for their ragged breathing, the aftermath of their passionate storm. Ichigo, still hard inside Rukia, felt the pulsating aftershocks of her orgasm continue to milk him, and he couldn't help but grind into her, drawing out every last drop of pleasure for both of them.
Rukia lay beneath him, her body limp from the intensity, her chest heaving, small breasts glistening with sweat. Her wide hips and thick thighs trembled, the aftermath of their rough coupling evident in every quivering muscle. Her large ass, now marked with red handprints where Ichigo had gripped her, felt heavy and warm against the mattress.
Ichigo slowly pulled out, watching as their combined fluids oozed out, a testament to the ferocity of their union. He collapsed beside her, his arm draped possessively over her waist, pulling her close. "Feel any different?" he asked, his voice gruff, still thick with the remnants of desire.
Rukia turned to face him, her eyes half-lidded, a lazy smile playing on her lips. "I feel like I've been fucked by a beast," she murmured, her voice a sultry purr. "But my reiatsu... it feels... alive." She reached out, her hand glowing faintly with spiritual energy, a clear sign that something had indeed changed.
Ichigo chuckled, the sound deep and satisfied. "Guess that old book wasn't full of shit after all." He traced her jawline with a finger, then leaned in for a gentle kiss, a stark contrast to the savagery of their previous actions.
They lay there, the silence now comforting rather than deafening. The energy in the room was palpable, a mix of raw sexual power and the subtle hum of reiatsu. Rukia's fingers played with the sweat-dampened hair at the nape of Ichigo's neck, her touch light, almost tickling.
"But you know," Rukia said, her voice regaining some of its usual sharpness, "this doesn't mean I like you or anything."
Ichigo snorted, pulling her closer until her body was pressed against his. "Sure, keep telling yourself that. But your body says otherwise." His hand wandered down to squeeze her ass, making her gasp and then laugh.
The laughter was short-lived as desire reignited. Ichigo's cock, still semi-hard, pressed against her thigh, and Rukia's eyes darkened with lust once more. "One more time?" she whispered, a challenge in her tone.
Ichigo didn't need another invitation. He rolled her onto her stomach, lifting her hips, presenting her glorious ass to him. "You're insatiable," he growled, his hands kneading her flesh before positioning himself again.
Rukia arched her back, pushing back against him, her voice a mix of defiance and need. "Maybe I just want to see if you can keep up."
And so, they started again, the cycle of rough, passionate sex fueled by their newfound energy, their bodies moving in sync, each movement a testament to their connection—both physical and spiritual. The night was theirs, and neither was willing to let it end anytime soon.
Ichigo entered her once more, the angle different this time, allowing him to feel every inch of her as if it were the first time. Rukia's moan was deep, resonating through her body as he filled her, her ass cheeks clapping against his hips with every thrust. The sight of her from behind was a feast for his eyes; her thick thighs spread, her ass jiggling with each impact, and the sight of his cock sliding in and out, glistening with their arousal, was intoxicating.
"God, Rukia, you feel incredible," Ichigo groaned, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her back onto him with each powerful stroke. The room was filled with their sounds again - the wet, rhythmic slaps, their mingled breaths, and the creak of the bed under their fervent movements.
Rukia pushed back, meeting his thrusts with her own, her voice a mixture of moans and curses. "Harder, Ichigo, make me feel it," she demanded, her voice echoing a wild, untamed lust. Her reiatsu was not just awakened but flaring, enhancing every sensation, making each thrust feel like an explosion of pleasure.
Ichigo complied, his movements becoming more savage, more animalistic. He leaned over her, his chest against her back, his hands reaching around to cup her small breasts, pinching her nipples, adding more sensations to the already overwhelming pleasure. His breath was hot against her ear. "You love this, don't you? Being fucked so hard you can barely think."
"Yes, fuck, yes," Rukia gasped, her body trembling under his, her pussy clenching around him, trying to draw him deeper still. The energy was building again, not just physical but spiritual, their reiatsu intertwining in a dance as wild as their bodies.
He bit down on her shoulder, not hard enough to break skin but enough to mark her, to claim her in this moment. Rukia's response was a sharp cry that morphed into a moan of deep, primal satisfaction.
With each thrust, Ichigo was pushing her closer to another edge, her moans turning into screams, her body arching, her ass bouncing back against him. The bed shook, the headboard banging against the wall, a rhythmic testament to their passion.
"I'm close, Ichigo, so close," Rukia panted, her body tensing, her inner walls fluttering around him. Her orgasm hit like a tidal wave, her body convulsing, her voice lost in the overwhelming pleasure. Her reiatsu flared, visible now as a bright aura around her, lighting up the darkened room.
Ichigo felt her climax, the tight grip of her pussy pushing him over his own edge. With a roar that was half-pleasure, half-pain from the intensity, he came again, his body shuddering, his release mingling with hers, prolonging her orgasm.
They collapsed, Ichigo barely managing to roll them to the side to avoid crushing her. They lay there, panting, bodies slick with sweat, their energies slowly returning to normal, but the connection between them, the bond of reiatsu and flesh, was stronger than ever.
Rukia, still catching her breath, whispered, "Maybe... this technique does work."
Ichigo laughed, the sound weary but full of satisfaction. "Or maybe we just needed to fuck each other's brains out."
Lying there, they knew this was more than just sex. It was a fusion of their spirits, a battle and a dance, a give and take that transcended physical boundaries. As they drifted towards sleep, wrapped in each other's arms, their reiatsu hummed softly, a promise of more nights like this to come.
End.