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I would like nothing more than to have her here!

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—Warnings: +18 nsfw | sexual fantasies | male masturbation | perversion | a lot of semen | vaginal fingering | use of necklaces | face fuck | vaginal penetration

— synopsis: the bleach boys having sexual fantasies about you while masturbating

— Note: don't check it a second time, there may be spelling mistakes, still enjoy, you can read gin ichimaru's part here (I didn't want to include it because I already wrote it lol)

— Ichigo Kurosaki

After a long day at the University Ichigo can finally get home, he was stressed and tired, he needed to relieve that, so he thought about taking a shower, no one was home, apparently his father and sisters went shopping somewhere in the city, it's the perfect environment to relax, he told himself, so he went into the bathroom, took off his clothes and got in the shower, his hair quickly got wet from the almost hot water that fell from the faucet, it moistens his body relieving his tense muscles from today's physical training, the soap makes his abs and big chest shine, everything was going so well, but he couldn't help but think of you, your face flushed and wet from the drops of sweat that fell from your forehead this afternoon, they were both training in their sports class, Ichigo would be lying if he said that your body and curves didn't have an effect on him, the way your body flexed or you tried to hold on to the exercises.

"Shit" he whispers in a low voice, Ichigo was losing control, lately he was thinking so much about you, and that's not bad, he really likes you and he knows it, but having these kinds of obscene thoughts about your body bothered him, you were his friend and you deserved all the respect in the world but he can't help it, he just gets euphoric thinking about you.

Unconsciously his hands slide down his chest to his very well worked abs, wet from the water that falls from the faucet, his cock was already hard and he tried to ignore it, but he couldn't, his hands were already caressing his cock, imagining that it is you who is touching him, his head thrown back by the feeling of relief and pleasure, his lips are parted, whispering curses as his hand slides up and down his cock, he is sensitive especially the head of his penis , every time his hand brushes and squeezes that part he lets out a loud moan, maybe he doesn't realize this since Ichigo is so lost in his thoughts about you, he imagines how good your wet body would feel hugging him tight while your breasts are crushed against his chest, he would have you with your legs around his waist, your head would be buried in his neck, leaving noticeable kisses and bites with your full lips.

Ichigo's face was flushed and obviously wet from the water, you could hear the splash of it as he increased speed, he would like nothing more than to have you here with him, Ichigo swallows hard and runs his hand over his face, his breath catching. it becomes more irregular and he lets out breathy moans with each drag of his fist fucking his cock, he clenches and his muscles contract as his pace increases even more, he was close and he knew that soon the knot he felt in his belly was going to loosen Ichigo grunts as he pumps his swollen tip, his hips shake as his orgasm shoots through him, he cums on his hands and the hot cum that spurted out of him is quickly washed away by the still-dripping water, the boy gasping, embarrassed as he remember what he did thinking of you, but at the same time he is curious and wonders what the next position will be and what your face would look like when you train together again.

— Hichigo Shirosaki (hollow ichigo)

He was always bored in his lonely world, he only had the old zangetsu, he didn't really complain, but he couldn't help but look at you every time he took control of ichigo's body. o Every time you went to visit ichigo, he could see how you spoke to him so sweetly, how you showed him affection with your hugs, he was delighted, Hichigo quickly realized that he was amazed at you, he realized the affection he had for you, even though you had only seen him a few times that he invited you into his inverted world, was nothing more than the "hollow".

Right now he was sitting in one of the skyscrapers in his world, he was alone and he had all the time in the world, so he let his imagination guide him, he wonders how you are dressed right now, if you are wearing the same long skirt with the who saw you a few days ago, remember how well it highlighted your curves and the way it clings to your legs, also imagine how your skin will feel to the touch, he would give you a hug from behind letting his hips collide intensely with your butt , caressing your abdomen with his big hands, he would kiss your ear and then nibble your neck, his warm breath would give you chills in the sensitive part of it.

Hichigo's hands find their way to his pants stroking his still clothed hard penis, he moans from the sudden friction, pressing his hands through the white fabric of his pants, he lets out a laugh at the effect you have on him. hichigo had already masturbated before but it's the first time he thinks of a specific person, and that's you.

He would put you on top of his legs with your hands tied behind your back without any mobility. He wonders how you'd react if he grabbed your ass out of nowhere, letting his hands explore your flesh, squeezing and occasionally spanking. he would pull up your skirt exposing your underwear, he would love to see how your wet panties would stick to your pussy lips, his penis tenses in his pants and he lets out a moan at the thought, Hichigo pulls his penis out of his pants pants, it's hard and wet pre-cum drips from the tip of his penis to the base lubricating a little, one hand gripping his balls and the other caressing his pink head, a growl leaves his lips as his hand slides to up and down his cock, he licks his lips when his horny thoughts return, imagine the way his fingers would pull down your panties, he would use his fingers to play with your folds and your crit, his double digits would bury themselves deep in your pussy shaking his knuckles, Hichigo's hips shake unconsciously, squeezing his cock even more, he feels his orgasm getting closer, his face flushes red and the drool falls from his lips, his rhythm accelerates even more, from the the same way his fingers would fuck your pussy in his thoughts, grunts and loud moans come from his throat, he feels his testicles contract in his hand, while bubbles of cum form on the tip of his cock, wetting to the base and dirtying his pale hands, his body is wet with sweat, his chest rises and falls regulating his breathing, his usual smile returns to his face when he thinks again about what he would do the next time he saw you, would he fuck you with his fingers or use his cock? Hichigo is looking forward to the answer

— Urahara Kisuke

It was already late and of all the boxes they had to organize there were only a few left, Kisuke was grateful that you helped him in the store, apart from the fact that almost everything looked more orderly with you here, he also enjoyed your presence, but today maybe it was too much, he wondered if you were always this close every time you got to work, Kisuke takes a deep breath and his nose fills with your sweet aroma, even though his chest was bare it was too hot in his little shop, maybe it was just him who was he more tired than usual or was it your heat that was slowly killing him.

He can't help but look at you and although he only looks sideways, he feels how his cheeks heat up when he sees you leaning over and appreciating how your butt tightens with the pants he lent you, Kisuke resists the urge to hug you from behind and crush his hips against your ass. His penis tenses in his pants as he realizes how cheeky he's being for thinking dirty things with you next to him.

And as if you've caught him, you turn to catch him looking at you, he quickly looks away and continues with his work, ignoring his heavy cock begging to be released.

"Are you OK? You look a little tired ”you ask, his face was hot and red, most likely you are worried about him.

"If it's nothing, don't worry" he replies a little nervously, he's fucking aware of your presence and he couldn't let you see him like that, not yet.

Urahara is too hot today, luckily the fan helps him a lot by relieving his heat, he tries to concentrate on his work, for a few minutes it works until you touch his shoulder to ask what else you could help him with, it was just a light touch, but that was enough to break his sanity.

"You can go home you helped me a lot today" his voice sounds agitated

"Are you sure? Are you feeling alright?

"Yeah, don't worry about me, you can go" Kisuke gets up quickly and grabs you by the waist, guiding you towards the exit "uh ok, bye!" You say to which he responds with a smile and says goodbye with a hug, as soon as you leave, Urahara runs to his room and locks himself in, the bed sinks when he lies on it, Kisuke tries to calm down but can't, he sighs at his mental defeat by pulling the dick out of his pants, slowly dragging his hand up his hard penis, his ragged breathing is evident and he is grateful for everything that exists that is alone in the store, he can imagine you right now: your cheeks and crotch hot from the hard jumps on his dick you would do, he would love it if you put a collar on him, pulling him by the neck when he's being mean saying "Be nice to me, don't you want a treat Kisuke? Want me to make you cum?" he growls imagining you like this, the obscene way he is imagining you makes his cock throb in his hands, his pants feel heavy every time he pumps the swollen tip of his cock, Kisuke notices the drop of pre-cum dripping from his head facilitating his movements, urahara also imagines the way your breasts bounce off his face, he would be mesmerized, he would love to see how you force him to suck your nipples by grabbing his hair. Using him as a toy, Kisuke moans as he feels his orgasm coming closer and though he thinks it's too early to cum, he remembers the way his cock was begging to be released a few minutes ago, the way you say his name makes his legs tremble. hips stretch and thighs contract, oh no, what were you doing here, you were supposed to be gone, but he's so close she can't stop, his semen shoots out staining her hand and sheets, he stops him movements letting his dick fall on his thigh, Kisuke thinks about how to hide as he feels your footsteps down the hall, even if he covered his dick with the sheets you would know exactly what he did, too bad! I'd better think of something quick before you open the door and see him in a mess.

— Aizen Sosuke

It is one of those afternoons in which Aizen is happy to stay working late with you and although there is very little left until his shift ends, he is grateful that you accompany him so late, your warmth and aroma is something that he enjoys as if it were the first time. Once he saw you, his eyes occasionally turn to look at you, Aizen likes the way your eyelashes light up with the small rays of sunlight that fall through the window, the man recoils from the need to place the lock Loosening your hair behind your ear, that's where His eyes meet, Aizen smiles sweetly in your direction at the way your cheeks heat up, you look away quickly and say "I'll be right back!" and then go out, probably to the bathroom. Aizen continues with his work, ordering some papers that he still has to sign, the fatigue shows in his eyes, but it is not stressful, Aizen takes off his glasses, passing his hand over his face giving a long sigh, he is not a man who is carried away by his carnal desires but how beautiful you are with him, he is spending it. Aizen fixes his hair a bit when he hears you come back, and when his eyes find you, he can't believe what he's seeing, even if it was his imagination, it can't be that obvious, he can tell you took off your bra, clearly he must That may be what has bothered you most of the day working, but he can't help but think that maybe you did it on purpose. Aizen tries not to look, but the way your nipples stick out from your see-through shirt makes his eyes drift only to your breasts. He looks up to meet your sweet gaze again, you give him a shy smile as you arrange your things, everything was ready in the office for you to leave, Aizen would love to take you home but in his current state he's sure he could control himself, at least not completely. They both say goodbye, you kiss him on the cheek, the heat of your lips makes him stiff, when he gets out he goes back to his car, it's almost dark.

And he really doesn't want his thoughts to be guided by what he saw this afternoon, he can even feel your breasts crushing the fabric of your blouse.

Sitting in the driver's seat he makes sure there is no one around him and unbuckles his seat belt, he has to be quick since he's in a public place, so he drops his pants and boxers releasing his cock hard. His eyes are wide just in case as his hand rests on the underside of his cock then gently moves up and down he can almost see you sitting in the passenger seat imagine you would lean down to receive his cock in your mouth, you would spit it out to lubricate it before taking it to your mouth, he would grab your hair forcing you to put its entire circumference in your mouth "do it like this baby..." he mutters to himself, Aizen increases his pace using his pre-cum to relieve the sudden movements he makes on his penis, imagine how hot your throat would be every time he lifts his hips to enter your mouth, he lets out a low breath when he squeezes and mimics the movements he would make to fuck your mouth Aizen feels him getting closer his orgasm, stroking the flushed head of his cock even more, imagine the obscene noises you would make trying not to choke on his penis, your name slipping from his lips as his thighs quiver with pleasure from the pleasure coursing through him, he cums from the blushing tip to his testicles, it takes him a second to catch his breath, this is the first time he has been carried away by his carnal thoughts, he realizes the strong control you have over him, maybe he should enjoy his fantasies more often, though It won't be necessary because he's determined to have you.

— Hirako Shinji

You say goodbye to Shinji with a hug and return home, you had stayed the night because they went on a trip and since it was very late he offered you to sleep at his house.

Shinji closes the door, his steps are slow on the ceramic tiles of his apartment, he lets his body collapse on the sofa, hugging his shirt that he lent you to sleep in, he sighs and smiles remembering how cute you looked in his shirt , he barely realizes how often you appear in his mind, maybe he thinks he's in love with you... But that's impossible, they're friends and he shouldn't, right? At least that's what he tells himself, the way he can remember the sweet smell of your perfume doesn't help him, he knows he shouldn't do what he's doing right now; moving his clothed penis up and down with his hands, he feels embarrassed for thinking like that about his friend but even knowing that, he can't stop this time, his eyes return to the shirt I lent you, he remembers that you were only wearing your panties underneath, he could see your nipples squashed against the fabric of his shirt, his cheeks burning with embarrassment as he pressed the material to his face, inhaling the faint scent of you that was garnished on it. So he drops his pants and starts touching himself.

He curses under his breath as his hand makes slow motions on his penis, watching his hard cock, Shinji pumps the swollen head of his penis to collect the pre-cum that forms at the tip. He imagines you in the same baggy shirt I'm lending you, you'd be sitting on your back on his cock while he guides the movements of your hips, his big hands hugging the curve of your hips, Shinji bites his lip imagining your pussy squeezing his penis, he he would say how wet you are and how good you feel inside, he would make you lie down, pressing your back with his chest, he would move his hips against your ass fucking you slowly, imagine also the way your full lips are pressed against his, he plunges his tongue into your mouth savoring yours, he would only get excited if you bite the part where his piercing is.

Shinji moans from his throat as his hand picks up the pace. "Your lips taste so good..." he says as if you were really there with him, in your fantasies you beg for his attention, asking him to please fuck you harder, screaming and moaning his name with your sweet voice, I want to leave marks on your body, a proof that you are his and his alone, his Adam's apple bobs every time he swallows, beads of sweat fall from his forehead and his blond hair is messy, he chokes on a groan when his hand rests on him. he fucks the sensitive part of his penis, his semen shoots out but it doesn't stop, he continues to overstimulate his lubricated cock with his semen, carrying his euphoria still imagining that it's you he's fucking, his jaw clenches and when he feels it's He stops your movements too much, he regulates his breathing thinking about what he did, he feels embarrassed for doing this, he looks totally messy, his hair and body are sweaty, he wonders what you would think when he saw him like this. he probably should stop thinking about you like that, but he knows he can't stop.

𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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My Queen --Bleach version--

Anime: Bleach

Rating: M

Pareja: Hichigo & Rukia

Sinopsis: Se odió a sí misma al corresponder todo cuanto ese demonio hacía con ella, los besos, las caricias... estaba haciendo el amor con el hollow de Ichigo. (Adaptación de mi fic de Zenki).

Advertencia: (NSFW) Lemon.

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Por: Maeda Ai.

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Entró sigiloso. Si en ese momento él fuese un simple shinigami, ya se hubiese acurrucado junto a la mujer, dispuesto a dormir.

Pero esta vez era diferente, esta vez estaba libre. . . esta vez no era un shinigami, ni un hollow, solo era él. . . la versión más fuerte y despiadada.

Se acercó al lecho, posando una de sus manos sobre el seno izquierdo de la pelinegra, apretándolo sin la más mínima delicadeza.

* ¿Qué. . . qué haces?. * _Rukia despertó entre gritos al darse cuenta de las "travesuras" de su compañero._ * I-Ichigo. . . tu mascara, ¿cómo es que?. *

Las dudas y miedos de la joven se quedarían sin respuesta o alivio, pues el hollow la empujó de nuevo contra el futon, inmovilizándola y desgarrando todas sus ropas.

* Ahora, shinigami, haré contigo lo que él no se atreve. *

* I-Iaa !!. *

La pelinegra se retorció desesperada, más nada podía hacer contra la fuerza de ese demonio.

Hichigo sonrió victorioso, mientras sus grandes y toscas manos iban y venían por la pequeña y frágil figura de la mujer, tocando, delineando, reconociendo la silueta femenina y memorizándola.

Sus pequeños pechos fueron objeto de salvajes y bruscas caricias así como de succiones y mordiscos por parte de los ardientes labios de ese ser.

Gruesas lágrimas mojaron el rostro de la shinigami, en un extraño contraste con los débiles gemidos de placer que por más que quiso, no pudo retener.

* El rey siempre está contigo, ahora es mi turno. . . *

Hichigo liberó su pene ya duro, sin necesidad de despojarse completamente de la shihakusho.

Un grito desgarrador se escuchó en la oscuridad de la habitación, mismo que se ahogó entre los labios del hollow.

Rukia se odió a si misma al corresponder todo cuanto ese ente hacía con ella, los besos, las caricias, el vaivén de sus caderas.

No supo cómo o en que instante, pero la ojivioleta se hundió en un hermoso y placentero trance que solo Ichigo podría darle.

““Y él es Ichigo. . . aunque su hollow lo esté controlando.""

Pensaba.

Para cuando se dio cuenta, la joven se hallaba lanzando las caderas al encuentro del pene de aquel hollow.

El roce de su sexo, la intensidad y la sensibilidad, todo, terminó en un fuerte orgasmo donde la vagina de Rukia apretaba deliciosamente el pene del hombre, haciéndolo venirse dentro de ella.

El silencio que de pronto envolvió la habitación, solo fue interrumpido por un suspiro de la chica cuando su amante salió de su cuerpo.

* Ichigo, ¿por qué?. . . *

* Yo no soy Ichigo, lo vencí. . . ahora yo soy el rey. *

* Mentira !. *

* Ya no queda nada de él. Y tú no significas nada para mí. *

* N-no. . . yo sé que no es así. . . *

Le decía ella con una mirada suplicante.

El hollow chasqueó la lengua.

* Tonta !. *

Dijo y salió apresuradamente de la habitación. Alejándose para someter al rey, quien clamaba por salir y recuperar a su reina.

Con cierta tristeza, la shinigami se abrazó a sí misma. Tal vez Hichigo quiso hacerla sufrir, pero al final él también terminó disfrutando de aquel acto. Porque por mucho que lo negará, el formaba parte de Kurosaki, y por esa razón no podía evitar desear y querer lo mismo que Ichigo. . . y eso la incluía a ella.

* Él siente lo mismo que Ichigo, lo sé. *

Una triste sonrisa se dibujó en el rostro de Rukia, porque ella no podía odiar a Hichigo, como decidió llamarlo.

Y es que ella amaba a Ichigo y lo aceptaba tal cual era, incluso con su hollow interior que a veces tomaba el control del shinigami y la poseía de forma violenta.

Tampoco podía odiarlo cuando, en medio del caos del éxtasis y sin darse cuenta, él la llamaba "reina mía".

Totalizado.

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Cuando quería adaptar este fic, no sabía cómo hacer que Ichigo se comportara tan. . . malvado. Y Shirosaki, que me encanta, fue la solución.

Me gusta esta parte oscura del alma de Ichigo, lástima que nunca aparece ante Rukia ¬¬' .

Lo que si tuve que cambiar fue el título (y el final ¬¬'), ya que Hichigo no es precisamente un guardián 0w0 .

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Este fanfiction fue escrito por MAEDA Ai y es material de “Paradise”.

Totalizado el 13 de Diciembre de 2019.

Versión Zenki= Totalizado el 01 de Mayo de 2009.

La dama del Hentai: Maeda Ai.

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De presa a cazador --Bleach version--

Anime: Bleach

Rating: M

Pareja: Hichigo & Rukia

Sinopsis: Para Hichigo fue divertido ser perseguido por la pequeña shinigami, pero fue más emocionante acosarla hasta convertirla en su presa… y en su amante. (Adaptación de mi fic de Hunter x Hunter).

Advertencia: Lemon (NFSW)

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Por: Maeda Ai

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Por mucho tiempo había disfrutado de ser “la presa”, pero disfrutó muchísimo más convertirse en el cazador.

Sinceramente no le creyó a la shinigami cuando ésta le prometió perseguirlo hasta eliminarlo. ¿Por qué?, pues por adueñarse por completo del cuerpo del estúpido rey. Por fin había dominado por completo al patético humano y ahora él controlaba totalmente aquel cuerpo. Así fue como él pudo gozar de la venganza de la hermosa mujer.

Fue divertido ser perseguido por ella, pero fue más emocionante acosarla como el depredador, sádico y sanguinario, que él es.

Pero tenerla aquí, atrapada bajo su musculoso cuerpo. . . desnuda, tan hermosa, es. . .

* ¡Delicioso !. *

Susurró el hollow, con su característica voz, al tiempo en que, con suavidad, delineaba la curva que daba forma al cuerpo femenino, terminando por sujetarla por la cintura de forma firme y posesiva.

* Matte !!. *

La voz de la chica sonó apagada, en realidad... trataba de mostrarse lo más indiferente posible ante el toque de ese maldito hollow, pero le era tan difícil. Después de todo aquel era el cuerpo de Ichigo, tremendamente atractivo, fuerte, excitante. Claro, descartando lo cruel y sanguinario, quedaría un hombre simplemente perfecto.

Pero lo cierto es que a ella, a Rukia, le gustaba todo eso de él, por más que lo negase.

Sin embargo, si lo que ella quería era alejar al hombre, entonces las cosas le habían salido al revés, pues Hichigo adoraba esa actitud arisca e indiferente que la joven se empeñaba en mostrar.

““Es tan estimulante.””

Pensaba. Sus grandes manos sobre cada uno de los pechos de la mujer, apretando con medida fuerza.

Rukia se estremeció y no pudo evitar un gemido. Sus ojos se cerraron con fuerza, resistiendo y negando el placer que la recorría; un sutil, pero lindo, carmín coloreó su rostro. Y Shirosaki sonrió, satisfecho y ansioso a la vez; la shinigami receptiva y jadeante también le gustaba.

Verla así era tan estimulante, que su pene, ya duro, sufría dentro de su shihakusho, por el tamaño y la erección en sí, pero también por esa desesperante necesidad de clavarse en la cálida y húmeda vagina de la pelinegra.

Al hollow no le tomó más de cinco segundos mostrarse totalmente desnudo. La necesidad era tal, que Hichigo se dejó de rituales. Ya habría más tiempo más entrada la noche, ahora, lo único que quería era poseer una vez más a la mujer atrapada bajo su cuerpo.

Así, el hollow se acomodó entre las blancas piernas de la mujer, empujando con fuerza y penetrándola completamente de una sola vez.

* Iiaahhh !, tamme !!. . . *

La espalda de Rukia se despegó del futon al ella arquear su frágil cuerpo.

El grito, mezcla de dolor y placer, retumbó en la habitación, deleitando al hombre, cuya gran sonrisa delataba la satisfacción y el poder que él experimentaba en ese momento. El ir y venir de sus caderas no se hizo esperar. Rukia yacía inmóvil, con las piernas totalmente abiertas, sintiendo cómo era invadida por el pene del hollow.

No era la primera vez, hacía mucho tiempo que ella se había convertido en la presa de Shirosaki, así como en su amante. Poco duró el juego de persecución, especialmente cuando los papeles se intercambiaron.

* E-espera. . . Hichigo !. . . *

Rukia jadeó, moviéndose intranquila bajo el musculoso cuerpo de su verdugo.

Si quería escapar, era inútil, además el ajetreo estimulaba al hollow, cuyas embestidas se tornaron más fuertes y profundas. La chica no lo pudo soportar; al igual que en las ocasiones anteriores, se abrazó al hombre y empujó sus caderas con todas sus fuerzas, al encuentro de la virilidad de aquel demonio.

Y en medio de toda la brusquedad y locura de aquel acto, la shinigami buscó los labios de Hichigo, encontrándolos desesperados, pero dispuestos a fundirse con los de ella.

La mujer gemía ya sin pudor o vergüenza; se había entregado completamente a ese hollow, olvidándose de su rencor o su deseo de venganza. . . pero no de Ichigo. Aun quería traerlo de vuelta.

““La verdad, es que sucumbí a este hollow porque él es una parte de Ichigo.””

Tras este pensamiento, la hermosa joven se dejó llevar, concentrándose en el ir y venir de las caderas de su amante y por su puesto en el delicioso escozor de su sexo que se estaba tornando más y más fuerte, casi insoportable.

* Hi-Hichigo, onegai. . . n-no. . . nnooo !!. . . *   _Shirosaki arqueó una ceja, confundido con la súplica de la pelinegra. ¿Es que acaso aún se resistía?._   * Onegai. . . no te detengas !!. *

Le dijo ella entre besos; el hollow sonrió complacido. El solo escucharla decir esas palabras lo llenaba de un placer indescriptible.

Hichigo la penetró con mayor fuerza aun y ella se movía acompasada a él, deleitándose y deleitándolo con la imagen de tenerla atrapada bajo su cuerpo, llena de gozo y aún más al ser presa de un fuerte orgasmo.

La mujer se arqueó, lanzando un sonoro grito que entonaba el nombre de su amante. Un nombre que ella misma le había dado y que a él lo excitaba; era un deleite que, en medio del éxtasis, lo llamara a él y no al rey. Pero solo la shinigami podía llamarlo así.

Las pulsaciones de su vagina eran fuertes y constantes, reteniendo al caliente y duro huésped. Hichigo apretó los dientes; dos, tres embestidas más antes de venirse dentro de la hermosa shinigami.

El silencio de sus agitadas respiraciones era lo único que los acompañaba en ese momento

Él salió de ella y se acomodó sobre los suaves y perfectos pechos de la shinigami.

* Eso fue. . . *

* Increíble !. *

Ella sonrió al escucharlo completar la frase que ella inició; esa voz un tanto espectral era tan incitadora.

Rukia se permitió acariciar los blancos cabellos del hollow. Debía admitir. . . que extrañaba la cabellera naranja.

* ¿Te irás mañana?. *

* Sabes que sí. *

El hollow cerró los ojos. El juego había terminado por hoy, pero mañana lo empezarían nuevamente. ¿No era eso lo que habían estado haciendo por tantos meses?, jugar?.

Rukia escapaba y él la perseguía tan solo para, al encontrarla, atraparla entre sus brazos y hacerla suya, fingiendo que no había nada más entre ellos. . . aun cuando, para ambos, este juego era lo único importante en el mundo.

Mientras tanto, encadenado en un profundo lugar de su mundo interior, Ichigo apretaba los dientes. Frustrado, pues aunque su cuerpo era controlado por su hollow, él podía sentir el placer que lo recorría. Y aunque no era él quien la poseía, podía sentir a Rukia.

Cuando pudiera librarse del control de su hollow, lo haría pagar caro por ponerle las manos encima a su enana. Y después, tendría sexo desenfrenado y brusco con Rukia, hasta hacerla gritar su nombre. . . y demostrarle que tener sexo con el original era mucho mejor que con un maldito hollow impostor.

Finalizado.

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¿Quién iba a pensar que este fic quedaría perfecto al adaptarlo para un Hichigo x Rukia? ^¬^ .

¿Cambios?, solo la razón por la que la mujer busca vengarse y algunos detalles relacionados con Ichigo y su hollow.

Además, de los pensamientos de Ichigo al final del fic, con lo que creo que quedó mejor que el primer final ^0^ .

—I LOVE ICHIRUKI—

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Este fanfiction fue escrito por MAEDA Ai  y es material de "Paradise".

Totalizado el 24 de Junio de 2020.

Versión HxH: Totalizado el 10 de Octubre de 2008.

La dama del Hentai: Maeda Ai.

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