Not a Mob: Psycho

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As Yoruichi continued to lie limply against him, Ohta gradually established a nice, pleasant rhythm. The feline woman's insides stimulated his glans and adhered to his cock like nothing he had ever experienced. However, instead of feeling like he was getting closer to blowing his load with each successive thrust, he felt like his dick was becoming numb as a soothing, extremely pleasant warmth permeated his progressively luminous body...
Though he was fairly certain he hadn't blown his load, Ohta likened his condition to the zen-like state men would experience after a successful nut but amplified many times over. When he closed his eyes, it was like he became detached from the rest of the world, a persistent vibration filling his entire being as he lost track of time and whether or not he was even conscious...
Breaking Ohta's trance-like state, the pervasive, extremely resonant voice of Yoruichi remarked, "Looks like I underestimated you..."
Opening his eyes in response to Yoruichi's voice, a confused look marred Ohta's face as he found the diminutive beauty standing across from him, arms crossed and nude. That wasn't the reason for his confusion, though. What really caused his brows to rise were the feline ears protruding from the top of her head, the dark purple, nearly black tail swaying behind her, and the fact they were in the same courtyard he encountered the massive cat.
As she could sense Ohta's thoughts, Yoruichi remarked, "I'm not _______. Well, not exactly. A Zanpakuto Spirit is an extension, an integral part of a Shinigami's soul. If we were to resonate any further than this, you would probably encounter one another."
"Is that what this is? Resonance...?" asked Ohta, looking down to confirm that he was also naked, sporting a notably more substantial erection than usual.
Hearing Ohta mutter 'Nice...' within his mind, Yoruichi rolled her eyes but dutifully explained, "The full name is Soul Resonance. In modern times, it's associated with a Shinigami linking with their Zanpakuto. The greater the resonance, the more power they can draw from one another."
Sensing what Yoruichi was going to say next, Ohta's brows perked up as he remarked, "And it's how native souls achieve conception..."
Nodding in affirmation, Yoruichi narrowed her eyes and replied, "That's right. Achieving this state usually takes years, an exceptionally powerful bond, and a full-blown ritual. If I had to guess, this is the consequence of your psychic powers integrating with my Shinigami powers, strengthening the link between us."
"I see..." replied Ohta. Before he could say anything further, however, Yoruichi exhaled a scoffing chuckle and said, "Don't get ahead of yourself. This is definitely Soul Resonance, but unless we take things a step further and fornicate here, there's no chance in hell you're knocking me up. Even if you wanted to, I wouldn't allow it."
Preempting Ohta's follow-up question, Yoruichi explained, "We just need to wait for a bit. It's nearly impossible to maintain a stable resonance for long periods. If it were, there would be a lot more native souls back in the Soul Society. Instead, it generally takes decades, sometimes much, much longer, for native souls to produce offspring..."
Sensing Yoruichi's thought, Ohta remarked, "You've tried it and failed..."
Though she narrowed her eyes and lost her smile, Yoruichi eventually replied, "That's right. Kisuke and I attempted it a few years back, but we failed to achieve resonance due to his Zanpakuto Spirit. He had no trouble taming the little traitor inhabiting mine, but I could never get his Benihime to talk to me..."
Voicing Yoruichi's final thought aloud, Ohta jokingly mused, "Sounds like a jealous bitch..."
"She totally is..." affirmed Yoruichi, shrugging her shoulders as she added, "But, that's in the past. Once the current matter has been resolved and all the major threats have been eliminated, I intend to return and reclaim my position in the Shihouin Clan. Kisuke had his chance..."
Sensing each others' thoughts on the matter, Yoruichi and Ohta became silent for several seconds, staring at one another until the former adopted a smile and mused, "You're not wrong. He definitely missed out. Too bad for you, but I have no plans of finding a replacement anytime soon..."
Shrugging his shoulders, Ohta contended, "That's fine. I suspected you were a honeypot from the start. Doesn't mean I won't fuck you senseless if you give me a chance..."
Exhaling a scoffing chuckle, Yoruichi remarked, "Yeah, that much is obvious. What I'm curious about are your intentions beyond that. While unexpected, this is an excellent opportunity to learn your true aims..."
"That goes both ways," mused Ohta, matching Yoruichi's cross-armed posture as he added, "But I'm a gentleman when the need arises. Feel free to go first."
"If you're a gentleman, boiling water is lukewarm..." retorted Yoruichi, narrowing her eyes as she added, "But, sure, I'll go first. Tell me, Yamada Ohta, what are your aims? Your ambitions? How do you plan to use your power...?"
"That's three questions," noted Ohta. "And they honestly kind of sucked. I wasn't lying when I told that creepy candy store uncle of yours that I had no concrete plans for the future. I'm definitely laying the groundwork, but my only real goal is to ensure I can live comfortably without some asshats with more ego than sense fucking shit up."
As it was pretty much impossible to lie during Soul Resonance, Yoruichi's brows raised as she asked, "Seriously? You have the power to bend space and control gravity, and there's 'nothing' you want to do with it...?"
"Oh, there's plenty I want to do with it," contended Ohta, pointing out, "If you recall, I'm currently using it to fuck you. That's pretty meaningful, all things considered."
Sensing no falsehoods in Ohta's words, the notion she had misjudged him crossed Yoruichi's mind. She thought he was like Kisuke, always planning and preparing contingencies, but he was nearly the opposite. He was just going with the flow, capitalizing on opportunities that came his way, and seeing how things played out...
"Look at you. You're finally starting to get it," teased Ohta. "And thanks, by the way. You're definitely the 'best opportunity' I've managed to capitalize on."
Though she furrowed her brows and snorted, Yoruichi couldn't disguise that she was amused by Ohta's 'arrogance,' earning her a curious look as he asked, "Are you secretly a masochist...?"
"Are you daft?" retorted Yoruichi. However, while she would never admit to being a full-blown masochist, she knew, deep down, she enjoyed being pushed down, teased, and made to obey by strong men. The problem was that even Kisuke was nowhere near her in terms of raw power, much less Reiryoku density...
"That's rough..." remarked Ohta. "But it's a hell of a lot better than being weak and unable to oppose those who would force you against your will. As far as problems go, being 'too strong' is a good one to have."
"Whatever..." muttered Yoruichi, breaking eye contact. Now that she was aware that Ohta had no real aim or purpose, she felt like she was having her innermost thoughts and desires exposed for nothing...
Shrugging his shoulders, Ohta remarked, "I can't help that you feel that way. You still owe me a few questions, though, so tell me. Who are the threats you alluded to previously? And what happens if they succeed...?"
"Nothing good..." replied Yoruichi. "The first is a man named Aizen, and while we don't know his true aim, we suspect he is trying to supplant the Soul King. The same applies to the second threat, a man named Yhwach. If either of them succeeds, the current order will be destroyed, resulting in the deaths of billions."
"That's quite a lot..." remarked Ohta. "But, if these guys are such a serious threat, why isn't the Soul Society doing anything about it?"
"That's the thing," replied Yoruichi. "Aizen is a master manipulator, and we suspect that his Zanpakuto can manipulate a person's five senses, similar to hypnosis. As for Yhwach, he was defeated nearly a thousand years ago by Captain-Commander Yamamoto, but we have reason to believe he will return in the near future. That's also why we suspect that Aizen will make his move soon. If he doesn't, he could lose the chance outright..."
"And how do Ichigo and Rukia tie into things...?" asked Ohta. However, the moment he did so, the world around them began to collapse and dissolve, prompting Yoruichi to remark, "It looks like the Soul Resonance is starting to break down. Feel free to ask me again if we end up here a second time. Until then, it's probably for the best that you don't know the specifics."
"Eh, it's not like I actually care," argued Ohta. "I'm just curious since it seems like I'll be dragged into things. So long as I get to keep fucking you, it doesn't really matter if I know the truth."
Sensing no falsehoods in Ohtat's words, Yoruichi exhaled another scoffing chuckle. After this incident, she would rather abstain from having sex until he had better control of his power. At the same time, however...
"You're having too much fun," remarked Ohta, adopting a teasing smile as he appended, "You also promised to 'reward' me in advance from now on, so I'll lose my motivation if you suddenly start to blue balling me."
Turning her eyes up in a chastising manner, Yoruichi remarked, "You're one opportunistic little shit...". However, despite the perceived harshness of her words, there was an amused smile on her face as the world around them faded to black...
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Catching them both off guard, the duo of Ohta and Yoruichi returned to reality to find that the former was railing her from behind with a grip on her ponytail. Furthermore, the moment they regained awareness, it was like all the pleasure they had missed out on came surging back to them, nearly causing Yoruichi's eyes to roll back as Ohta exclaimed, "Holy shit!" as he closed his eyes, leaned back, clung to her ass, and released semen from his dick like a hose.
Clenching her jaw to prevent her teeth from clattering, Yoruichi closed her eyes and buried her face into Ohta's notably moist bed. Every cell within a soul's body was formed from Reiryoku, so as long as they had reserves to spare, they could sweat, bleed, or produce other bodily fluids indefinitely. Yoruichi didn't know how much time had passed while she and Ohta were experiencing Soul Resonance, but it had to have been at least an hour or two since she could sense Rukia in the other room...
After discharging what felt like a liter of semen, Ohta released a breath he didn't realize he was holding, gasping for air as he stared up at the ceiling, using his hold on Yoruichi's ass to stop himself from falling backward and smacking his head against the headboard. He also had no idea how much time had passed, but he felt like he had just finished a marathon, his heart beating so violently that his brain buzzed and his throat was pulsing...
After shaking his head in a vain attempt to clear his muddleheadedness, an action that ultimately made things worse, Ohta elicited a disbelieving, "Seriously?" from Yoruichi, the brown-skinned woman looking back at him with bewilderment as he began moving his hips.
Adopting the most serious expression he could, given the circumstances, Ohta asserted, "If I only cared about getting off, I'd just beat my meat. I have a beautiful woman lying in my bed with her ass out. I'm not passing on the opportunity to fuck her."
Punctuating his statement, Ohta gave Yoruichi's ass a much firmer smack than the lovetaps he had given her before, adopting a toothy grin as he declared, "Now, you can either move your ass or be taken for a ride. Show me what you got, 'Demigoddess.'"
"Oh, you little punk..." replied Yoruichi, surprising Ohta as the sensation of her pussy around his cock vanished, followed by her face abruptly filling his vision. Instead of kissing him, however, she pushed him onto his back, staring down at him with shimmering golden eyes as she said, "Try not to die..." before mounting and giving 'him' a ride...
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While covering his mouth to stifle a yawn, Ohta used his free hand to knock on Rukia's door. It took a little while, but she eventually answered, adopting a playful smile as she remarked, "So you 'do' know how doors work. Good to know."
Raising his brows, Ohta asked, "What are you talking about? I knocked when I returned your phone to you this morning. Yesterday, I just wanted to surprise you."
Feeling that her joke had fallen flat, Rukia exhaled a faint sigh through her nose before stepping aside and saying, "Come inside."
"Well, if you insist..." replied Ohta, stepping past the diminutive Shinigami and taking a look around her room. It had only been a few days since she moved in, but there was a tiny shelf filled with bishonen manga, a rabbit-themed desk lamp, and a similarly rabbit-themed beanbag.
"I take you it you like rabbits...?" asked Ohta.
"I don't have any particular like or dislike for them," replied Rukia, clearly lying but not giving Ohta a chance to comment on it as she asked, "What about you? Do you have any favorite animals...?"
"I like dogs," asserted Ohta. "They're low-maintenance, and if you treat them well, they'll never betray you..."
Seeing Ohta's expression change when he mentioned betrayal, Rukia was slightly compelled to ask if he had experienced it. Instead, she said, "Give me a moment to prepare some tea. Take a seat while you wait."
Stopping Rukia before she could grab her rabbit-themed kettle and begin preparing the leaves, Ohta said, "There's no need for that. I just came by to borrow your phone."
"Yes, I wanted to talk to you about that," replied Rukia, proceeding with the tea preparations as she noted, "You mentioned becoming a Shinigami and allowing Ichigo to focus on his studies. That being the case, wouldn't it make more sense for you to patrol during the day?"
"Maybe if you and Ichigo took the night shift," admitted Ohta. "But, if he had to go to school 'and' hunt Hollows at night, Ichigo wouldn't have any time to rest or study."
"And what about you?" asked Rukia. "Are you getting enough rest, Ohta-kun? You look exhausted..."
"It's fine," assured Ohta. "I just got a little too invested in training today. I'll be sure to rest later."
"You neglected to mention you were training..." remarked Rukia. "I take it that cat has something to do with it?"
"Yeah, check this out," said Ohta, abruptly vanishing before Rukia's eyes and appearing behind her as he added, "Turns out that I have a knack for the Shinigami Arts."
"Was that Shunpo?" asked Rukia, her eyes wide in shock. She could also execute Shunpo, but it was far from as seamless as Ohta's.
"So I've been told," mused Ohta, a faint smile adorning his face. However, unbeknownst to Rukia, he was nearly as surprised as she. It usually took a bit of time for him to choose his destination and move to it, so he wasn't sure how he executed it so effortlessly. The obvious explanation was that his Soul Resonance with Yoruichi had changed something within him, but that wasn't a conversation to have with Rukia.
Recovering from her momentary stupor, Rukia's expression relaxed as she said, "That's another thing I've been meaning to discuss. Now that you've become a Shinigami, do you intend to enter the Soul Society?"
"Maybe," replied Ohta. "It depends on how Soul Society reacts to the fact I'm a Shinigami with no history or background. I doubt they'll allow me to join the Thirteen Court Guardian Squads just because I want to."
"Do you want to?" asked Rukia. "Because, if so, I could talk to the Captain of my Division, Ukitake Jūshirō. He's a kind man and a former pupil of the Captain-Commander. There would likely be a probationary period, but I'm certain you would make a fine addition to Squad 13."
"And be under you?" asked Ohta, adopting a somewhat wolfish grin as he mused, "You're not exactly my type, but it's a tempting offer..."
Though she failed to grasp Ohta's earlier innuendo, Rukia nearly dropped the tea she was preparing when she heard his words and saw him smiling at her.
Unable to meet Ohta's gaze, Rukia averted her eyes, furrowing her brows into a slight pout as she muttered, "How boorish..." despite a faint blush coloring her cheeks.
Shrugging his shoulders, Ohta jokingly remarked, "It's way too easy to get a rise out of you. As for becoming a member of your Squad, I don't think it would be that bad. We'll see what your Captain has to say."
Though she frowned at the notion that Ohta was teasing her, Rukia turned to meet his gaze as she said, "Then I'll talk to him once I return. Since you are helping me to perform my duties while I recover, I don't believe he will refuse your enlistment."
Pouring the tea she had prepared, Rukia handed a cup to Ohta, regaining her smile as she asked, "Would you like to make a toast?"
"Tea isn't exactly a toasting beverage, but sure," replied Ohta, holding up his cup as he said, "To kicking ass."
Resisting the urge to roll her eye, Rukia raised her cup, clinking it against Ohta's as she added, "To long lives and lasting fellowships..."
"Kanpai!" x2
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"If that had gone on much longer, I might have coughed up a hairball..." remarked Yoruichi, waiting for Ohta atop the privacy wall surrounding the apartment in her cat form.
Raising his brows, Ohta remarked, "I didn't take you for the jealous type. Though, I did just spend the last four and a half hours fucking you...could it be that you've fallen for me?"
"You wish," replied Yoruichi, leaping onto Ohta's shoulder as she added, "Though, as I don't have any other prospects I'm interested in, you could enter the running to become my suitor. The old farts in my family wouldn't agree, but I've never particularly cared for their opinions."
"Is that a marriage proposal...?" asked Ohta, surprising her more with the nearly flawless Shunpo he performed than his actual question.
Recovery from her very momentary shock, Yoruichi snorted and said, "It means I'm giving you my blessing to pursue me. However, as I mentioned before, you lack the qualifications for me to take you seriously."
"Then why even bring it up?" asked Ohta, stopping atop the roof they had perched upon the previous night.
"Because of that girl's background," said Yoruichi, revealing, "Recall how I mentioned there were Five Great Families? The Shiba Clan has fallen from grace, but the Shihouin, Kuchiki, Matsushita, and Kimura families make up the ruling Clans of Sereitai. There are several other Noble Families, but we five have stood at the top for over a million years."
"Ah, so she's an Ojou-sama..." remarked Ohta. "In hindsight, that makes a lot of sense..."
Shaking her head, Yoruichi remarked, "Things would be much simpler if she were. The reality is that Rukia was adopted into the Kuchiki family at the behest of the current head, Kuchiki Byakuya. She is the younger sister of his deceased wife, so if you make up your mind to pursue her, you may have to contend with him."
"Is he strong...?" asked Ohta, although the answer was obvious. For a family to remain in power for a million years, they must have something that makes them exceptional.
"Except for the current Kenpachi, the Captains of Squads 4 and 8, the Captain-Commander himself, and the man we discussed during the Soul Resonance, he's probably the strongest of the Gotei 13," replied Yoruichi. "Though, the one you 'really' need to watch out for is Soi Fon, the Captain of Squad 12. She's as cute as a kitten, but she's also a little obsessive. If you don't become my husband in the future, I suggest never allowing her to find out we had sex."
"Informing me about a land mine after I've already stepped on it isn't very helpful..." remarked Ohta. "Not that it would have changed anything. From the moment I realized it was a possibility, I was determined to fuck you at least once."
Snorting a second time, Yoruichi remarked, "Well, don't get used to it. It's fine every so often, but if you want 'permanent' access to my body, you'll need to work hard and commit. If it were discovered that you were fooling around with the adopted outcast of the Kuchiki while consorting with me, quite a few people would demand your head."
"Sounds like I got involved with something I shouldn't..." remarked Ohta.
"That's one of the downsides to being born with incredible power," replied Yoruichi. "Those in positions of power can't afford to ignore you, so if they can't pull you to their side, they will try to eliminate you. You could always run away and lie low, but if the world suddenly comes to an end and there was a chance you could have stopped it, even you might regret it..."
Though he was tempted to refute Yoruichi's words, Ohta knew he wasn't 'completely' heartless. He enjoyed fucking with people, especially those who thought they could get an advantage over him, but he never went out of his way to harm the innocent or ruin lives. The world was shitty enough without him actively making things worse...
"Then I'll let you decide," replied Ohta, catching Yoruichi a little off guard as he adopted a cheeky smile and appended, "If you want to monopolize my dick, I'll allow it. But if you think I'm going to bust my ass to earn your approval, you're mistaken. I don't give a rat's ass about your family or the politics of Soul Society. If you want me to care, then you'll need to be the one to make me..."
Exhaling a scoffing laugh, Yoruichi remarked, "You never cease to amaze and confound me. Virtually every man in Soul Society wishes they could have me, yet you want me to pursue you?"
"Well, those people probably haven't had you suck their dick and then milk them with your monstrous pussy like the world was about to end," contended Ohta. "I'm clearly an exception."
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As it hadn't been that long since she and Ohta had ceased having sex, wrapping things up with a make-out session in the shower, Yoruichi found herself at a loss for words. She didn't love him, but she couldn't deny that fucking him had been a blast. Even more so since it had been more than a decade since her last liaison with Kisuke...
Exhaling a tired sigh, Yoruichi muttered, "You're an exceptional asshole, that's what..."
"Well, you know what they say..." replied Ohta, earning himself a deadpan stare from Yoruichi as he mused, "You are what you eat..."
"I'm going," said Yoruichi, leaping from her perch and making her way to the roof's edge before turning back to append, "Don't come to the shop tomorrow. I'll come looking for you."
Though he was tempted to remark she was breaking their agreement by going off to do her own thing, Ohta raised his hand and said, "Have fun." in a dismissive tone. She was the best fuck he had ever experienced, so he didn't mind giving her a bit of leeway.
Turning away without a response, Yoruichi leaped from the building as if she were committing suicide. Ohta went to check a few seconds later, but as their link had strengthened considerably since the Soul Resonance, he knew he wouldn't find her decorating the pavement. Instead, she seemed to be heading toward the Urahara Shop, presumably to share the info she had obtained.
Considering a different possibility, Ohta narrowed his eyes and muttered, "Well, it's not like we're in a relationship..."
As it wasn't his business who Yoruichi fucked, Ohta covered his mouth to stifle a long yawn. At the same time, however, he decided that if Yoruichi did ditch him to have sex with Urahara, he would stop fooling around with her. He had no interest in sluts, so if things developed in that direction, he would ditch her ass and pursue the comparably homely Rukia. Her looks couldn't hold a candle to Yoruichi's, but Ohta believed she would be very loyal...
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Though he produced an excessive amount of noise, likely to annoy her, Yoruichi was pleasantly surprised with Ohta's performance. Instead of fumbling around and focusing on the entrance to her vagina, like most amateurs, he dutifully worked her folds and skillfully flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue.
Fortunately for Yoruichi, Ohta resisted the temptation to stop early just to fuck with her. It was a bit a simpish, but he really wouldn't mind giving the bronze-skinned beauty a proper plowing. Thus, as Yoruichi's pussy began to twitch, her entrance contracting and producing a notable suction, Ohta redoubled his efforts to ensure she reached a satisfying climax.
Narrowing her eyes and placing her full weight against Ohta, Yoruichi issued a faint but throaty "Mmmnnnnn..." as a pleasurable chill spread through her body, giving her goosebumps and causing her already erect nipples to become exceptionally rigid. Better yet, Ohta didn't cease his ministrations the moment she came. Instead, he continued working her insides as if he were giving her a deeply passionate kiss...
"Okay, I think you've earned yourself a reward..." remarked Yoruichi, leaning forward to unfasten the cloth keeping Ohta's hakama in place. Doing so gave him a bit of breathing room, prompting him to teasingly inquire, "Was this not my reward...?"
"Just shut up..." replied Yoruichi, freeing Ohta's fully erect cock from his pants. She had previously remarked that it wasn't that big, but 18-20cm was nothing to scoff at. Far from the biggest, but size wasn't everything. If it were too big, it would have been much more difficult to do what she had in mind...
Combing aside her bangs, Yoruichi showed no hesitation as she brought her mouth to Ohta's cock and enveloped his entire length, taking the tip into her throat. Then, using her tongue, she began to massage his shaft, lubricating it with her spit before proceeding to bob her head slowly and deliberately.
Though a powerful tremor ran through his body when Yoruichi began deepthroating him, running up his spine and nearly causing his teeth to clatter, Ohta didn't make the mistake of leaving her unattended. He had an inviting pair of lips and one of the most captivating asses he had ever seen right before him, so he sank his fingers into Yoruichi's pliable yet incredibly toned ass cheeks and dug in.
Exhaling a throaty chuckle, Yoruichi removed Ohta's cock from her mouth and remarked, "I appreciate the effort, but I hope you're not expecting an even greater reward..."
Before responding with words, Ohta made a loud slurping sound, briefly parting with Yoruichi's pussy lips to remark, "I have no idea what you're talking about. I have my reward right in front of me..."
Trembling as Ohta returned to work on her pussy, Yoruichi thought, ("This is starting to get out of hand..."). Despite this, she traced her tongue from the base of Ohta's shaft to the tip of his glans before taking its entire length into her mouth and giving it a powerful, retracting suck. She was starting to get legitimately horny, so she planned to finish Ohta off before things escalated further...
Realizing that Yoruichi was 'serious,' her suction powerful enough to raise his hips, Ohta pulled out the trump card he had been saving. He wasn't all that fond of eating ass, but that's what he did, causing the purple-haired woman's luminous golden eyes to widen as he tongue-punched her anus and simultaneously fingered her pussy.
Though her eyes briefly swam around in their sockets, Yoruichi hesitated to stop Ohta's unanticipated actions. She was supposed to be the more experienced between them, so even though it felt really weird, she didn't say anything and just kept sucking his dick. Fortunately, while Ohta could use his psychic power to conceal his erection, he wasn't at a level where he could stop himself from cumming, not when pitted against Yoruichi's vacuum blowjob.
Clenching his jaw, Ohta continued fingering Yoruichi's pussy even as his ass clenched, his balls contracting as the committed cat girl grabbed the base of his dick and drank the resulting ejaculate in several large gulps. He expected her to pull away at the last moment, but her mouth remained firmly around his shaft, his glans deep in her throat as she sucked the last remaining vestiges of semen directly from his urethra.
Feeling the tensions drain from his body, Ohta jokingly inquired, "Did the kitty enjoy her milk...?"
Rising to a seated position, simultaneously moving her ass and pussy out of reach of Ohta's mouth and tongue, Yoruichi sat on his abdomen, staring back at him with narrowed eyes. As she did so, Ohta felt a strange tension as, rather than anger or annoyance, there was a discernible 'hunger' in the golden-eyed beauty's gaze. Not that he could see it...
"It got real quiet all of a sudden..." muttered Ohta, extending his hands to grab Yoruichi's waist as he appended, "You're definitely still here..." while moving his hands up and down her sides, caressing her obliques and ribs. He felt compelled to take things a step further, but he was curious to see if she would be the one to do so...
While Ohta caressed her sides, Yoruichi observed his still-erect cock with a hungry glimmer in her eyes, seriously considering giving it a spin. It was much too soon if she wanted to make Ohta 'beholden' to her, but she was so close to cumming that she felt genuine remorse for not allowing him to carry her across the finish line...
Interrupting the silence, Ohta remarked, "If we're done here, I'm going to shower. You're free to join me." before giving Yoruichi's outer right thigh a light smack.
Regaining her senses, Yoruichi responded with a chortling, "You wish..." before attempting to climb off him. Ohta made no overt attempts to stop her, but she paused of her own accord when he asked, "Running away to masturbate alone?" in a teasing tone.
Taking advantage of Yoruichi's hesitation, Ohta added, "I know how close you were, and I already did most of the work. What's the point of running off now? Take a seat."
Positioning his hands as if he were prepared to catch Yoruichi's ass, Ohta earned an incredulous but amused look from the moderately frustrated Shinigami. At the same time, she thought, ("He really did put in the effort. It would almost be a shame to let it go to waste...")
"Fine..." replied Yoruichi, adopting a sly smile as she added, "However, as this is part of your reward, I expect you to bust your ass when we resume your training."
Adopting a cheeky smile of his own, Ohta retorted, "Keep rewarding me in advance, and I won't have a reason to slack off."
"Is that so...?" asked Yoruichi, ignoring her better judgment as she turned around and stated, "Then we'll try doing things your way. Just know that if you slack off, you 'will' be punished..."
Though he initially thought Yoruichi was blustering, Ohta realized she was serious when he felt a hand grab his dick, guiding the tip to something hot and moist. In the next moment, he felt a strong, melting pressure envelop his dick, accompanied by a sonorously husky sigh as Yoruichi lowered her weight against him.
Noticing Ohta's slightly open mouth, ostensibly fixed in disbelief, a catty, narrow-eyed smile developed across Yoruichi's face as she mused, "You can take off the blindfold. Spoiler alert, this isn't my mouth you're feeling right now..."
Pulling up the base of his blindfold with his thumb, Ohta still couldn't quite believe it when he saw Yoruichi seated flush against him, his cock pulsing in tune with the beat of her heart as the startling heat and pressure of her pussy made it adhere to him like a glove...
Raising her brows, Yoruichi questioned, "Is this your first time? If so, then you're both lucky and unfortunate. After this, there's a real possibility that other women won't be able to satisfy you..."
Removing the blindfold completely, Ohta earned an amused scoff from Yoruichi by giving her left ass cheek a light smack and saying, "Prove it." with a challenging smile.
"You're certainly not lacking in nerve..." noted Yoruichi, placing her left hand on her lower abdomen and pressing down as she began rolling her hips from front to back like a belly dancer. What surprised Ohta was that when she placed her hand on her belly, her insides began to vibrate and contract, her folds seeming to scrape his glans instead of the other way around.
Grabbing Yoruichi's waist instinctively, Ohta earned an amused chuckle from the feline beauty as she questioned, "What's wrong? I haven't even gotten into a rhythm yet. Can't handle a bit of light rocking...?"
Narrowing his eyes, Ohta warned, "If you're going to 'cheat,' don't blame me for doing the same..."
Craning her left brow, Yoruichi asked, "Cheat? Are you talking about my hand? Well, news flash, kid, but what you've experienced so far is all me. No tricks involved."
Demonstrating her point, Yoruichi moved her hips in a circle, causing a similar sensation to assail Ohta's dick.
"What you're experiencing is the vast difference in quality and quantity of our Reiryoku(spirit energy)," explained Yoruichi, her eyes beginning to glow as she said, "The history of my clan dates back more than a million years, preceding the first humans by more than 800,000. I'm the closest thing to a Demigoddess you'll ever meet, so don't be surprised if you end up worshiping me..."
Punctuating her statement, Yoruichi leaned forward, pinning Ohta with a powerful Reiatsu as her pussy tightened like it was trying to fuse with his dick. She wasn't trying to suppress him, but the act of procreation was no different from a ritual for native-born Souls. She could rein herself in if she wanted, but since she didn't, her Reiryoku resonated with Ohta's, causing his body to vibrate and emit a faint glow as she sat up and began to ride him at her leisure, cowgirl style.
Though he attempted to resist the tremendous pleasure permeating his body, radiating from his crotch, Ohta felt like he was experiencing sleep paralysis, fully conscious of what was happening but unable to move so much as a muscle. However, while he was mentally screaming at his body to act, he wasn't frightened, nor did he believe Yoruichi would do anything overtly to harm him. It was just frustrating, being unable to act when he had a rapidly growing desire to pin the self-proclaimed Demigoddess to the bed and fuck her senseless...
Noticing a faint pink glow appearing in Ohta's eyes, Yoruichi slowed her movements, allowing the resonance between their Reiryoku to mellow as she asked, "You're not thinking of doing something crazy, are you? Don't forget our current location..."
Catching Yoruichi more than a little off guard, Ohta abruptly grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands, seemingly drawn to her flesh like metal to a powerful magnet. At the same time, she could swear she felt him growing inside her as a pink aura spread across his body, extending to hers and making her feel warm and somewhat muddleheaded as he said, "If you believe...I'm going to lie here...and let you do as you please...you're dead wrong..."
Raising her brows, various thoughts flashed across Yoruichi's mind, chief among them being that she may have jumped the gun by failing to grasp the nature of Ohta's power before they had sex. Kisuke had hypothesized that his psychic powers were fueled by emotion, but she never expected his anger, frustration, and lust to 'rebound' like what she had experienced back in the alleyway, manifesting as a sickly pink aura that redirected the pleasure and frustration he had been enduring back at her...
Regaining the ability to move, Ohta bucked his hips powerfully, causing Yoruichi to fall forward, collapsing against his chest as he began fucking her like a man that had just been informed he only had a few minutes left to live. Coincidentally, depending on how things played out, that might not be an inaccurate assessment of the situation...
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Chapter 20: Not Your Average Heart-to-Heart