A Different Kind of Invasion Ch.1 (Bleach)

A/N: Patron Request by Son Wukong

Summary: Ichigo's spiritual pressure is like catnip to the female soul reapers. The women of Soul Society practically lay down the red carpet when he shows up, leading to Ichigo leaving a trail of satisfied women.

Ichigo just wanted some time to relax, but the most stupid stuff kept happening to ensure it didn’t happen. So, basically, everything was normal, like his old man trying his best to put him in the hospital in the name of... something. Ichigo didn’t question the idiotic things his father did anymore. But having a short girl in traditional robes walking through his open window like it was routine was too much for Ichigo.

He had heard about the crazies that did things like this, and while Ichigo knew he could take care of himself in a fight, he had no desire to escalate the situation with this girl. Sometimes fists weren’t the answer. Especially when it involved a girl in cosplay looking at him like he was her favorite snack.

“Strange. I suddenly want to get close to this human.”

Ichigo’s eyebrow twitched, wondering what kind of weirdo used the word ‘human’ like they weren’t one themselves.

The girl licked her lips after getting uncomfortably close and sniffed deeply. She shuddered and said, “It’s so good.”

It felt like he was being treated like an ornament. Ichigo didn’t like it.

“What the hell are you doing?”

The short black-haired girl didn’t bother to give him an answer and continued to mutter to herself like a fool.

“I could stay here forever! Maybe this can be my rest stop after my patrol.”

Ichigo couldn’t stop himself anymore, “Oi! Get the hell away from me!”

The dopey smile on the girl’s face disappeared when she was kicked away by the boy she was far too close to. She landed on her ass and looked at Ichigo in shock and confusion.

“Who the hell do you think you are?! You can’t walk through my window like it’s normal and pretend I don’t exist!”

The girl blinked and rubbed her eyes before unconsciously rubbing her sore behind. To her, there were far too many things that just happened that should be impossible.

“You-You can see me? And you can touch me?!”

[Break]

Ichigo’s life was changed irrevocably after Rukia gave him her shinigami powers. He now had the duty to stop these hollows from devouring the souls of people who had died. The added responsibility would have been something he could deal with, but the thing that overloaded him was Ichigo’s very short benefactor, whose behavior changed drastically.

After Rukia was caught waltzing into his room, she stammered in shock for a while before finally explaining what she was. Ichigo could always see ghosts before, but this was the first time he encountered a supposed death god. In all honesty, he expected someone carrying the title of shinigami to be… not cute… and not short.

But that didn’t explain what changed with her.

Ichigo and Rukia purposely avoided speaking of how she was acting like a creepy stalker before she realized that he could see and hear everything she did. Ichigo was in no rush to bring it up and was blissfully happy to pretend it never happened, but that wasn’t even a slight possibility now.

Rukia could barely contain herself from jumping on Ichigo, and she wasn’t trying to hide it.

“Only for a minute, Ichigo! I can’t take it anymore!”

Ichigo had a hand on Rukia’s face to hold her at arm's-length while leaning his head back. The fact that his hand was currently being attacked by licks didn’t faze Ichigo since he knew this was better than letting Rukia have her actual target.

“Damn it! Can you stop being such a weirdo?! Did losing your powers make you insane?”

Rukia’s answer was muffled by Ichigo’s hand, but it was still audible, “Your reiatsu is way too addicting. Before, you only had the bare minimum, but after you got my powers, I can feel it blanketing you. It’s like a drug my body’s craving!”

Ichigo frowned in concern. Even though Rukia was annoying as hell, he considered her his friend. And getting compared to a drug was never good, in his opinion.

“Please, Ichigo. I won’t take too long!”

Ichigo considered pushing her away, but after all that Rukia had done for him, maybe she wasn’t asking for too much. Besides, it’s not like Rukia was a demon that would devour him.

Rukia squealed in excitement when Ichigo nodded in agreement and shot forward when his hand finally stopped blocking her. Even though Ichigo towered over her and greatly outweighed her, he still fell backward onto the bed with a yell when Rukia jumped on him and wrapped her legs around his waist while her hands grabbed onto his head. She ignored Ichigo’s shout as she nuzzled her face into his sharp jawline with relish before trailing close to his lips.

Rukia wasn’t sure why Ichigo’s reiatsu felt like this when far more powerful shinigami didn’t have the same type of effect. Still, she found that she didn’t dislike it. Rubbing against Ichigo’s face didn’t really do much, but it let Rukia mold her body into his, letting the reiatsu billowing out of his body soak into hers in more significant amounts. That was what she thought until her mouth inadvertently went over his lips.

It was like a bomb going off in Rukia’s body. If being close to Ichigo was like a drug, tasting his lips felt like she went straight to heaven. She felt something wet and licked her lips in reaction, making her see stars.

“Rukia! What happened!”

Ichigo had grabbed the petite woman when he saw that she was about to fall off his lap. Rukia had a stupid look on her face while her whole body shook like she was having a seizure. When she finally stopped and slowly opened her eyes, Ichigo realized what had just happened.

He just got his first kiss taken away by this midget. Ichigo wasn’t sure if he should be offended that it happened or pleased that it did. After all, it wasn’t like Rukia was an ugly girl. She was rather beautiful if he really thought about it, but it was the principle of the thing.

“What the he-MMPH!”

Ichigo’s mouth was covered again by soft lips before a small tongue tried to enter his mouth. No matter how aloof he tried to be, Ichigo was still a guy. And he had a gorgeous woman trying her best to shove her tongue down his throat.

Rukia moaned loudly into Ichigo’s lips as her whole body felt like it was getting a complete effect of the Ichigo-drug, as she had started calling it in her mind. Rukia knew she was acting like a crazed slut that was a shame to her noble standing, but she didn’t give a damn anymore. Swapping spit with Ichigo wasn’t close to Rukia’s limit of what she would do to make this orgasmic feeling stay.

She pulled away from Ichigo’s lips after making sure to drink all the precious saliva she got from him before getting a new idea. If Ichigo’s saliva made her feel like this, wouldn’t it apply to what was stored in his balls? Besides, it felt like he wouldn’t mind if she did that.

Ichigo finally snapped out of his daze when he felt Rukia rock her hips on his hard cock. Usually, his reaction would have been to throw her off and kick her out of his room, but Ichigo literally couldn’t right now. Rukia suddenly looked like the sexiest woman he had ever seen with her flushed face, disheveled hair, rumpled clothes, and needy look in her eyes. Ichigo, for all of his inexperience, couldn’t bear to do something that would bring this to an end.

“R-Rukia…”

Rukia had shimmied off Ichigo’s lap and was lying between his legs. Seeing the petite girl stare unabashedly at his erection didn’t help with the situation. His cock only got harder, as if trying to present its best version to Rukia.

“Just lay back and relax, Ichigo,” Rukia murmured as she bent down to take a deep sniff. It, unfortunately, didn’t do much in terms of the reiatsu rush, but she logged that Ichigo smelled wonderful in her mind. “I’m going to do something we’ll both enjoy.”

Ichigo kept his mouth shut as he watched Rukia undo his button and unzip his pants with wide eyes. The bulge kept somewhat in check became much more prominent with only boxers covering his cock. That didn’t seem to scare Rukia away since she dove her face right into his heavy balls and started huffing in the scent. Ichigo gasped while his cock twitched over Rukia’s head at the feeling of a woman’s face nuzzling his nutsack.

“Rukia!”

The woman whose name he had just called out pulled away from his balls with a dopey smile and said, “I knew it! I need what you have stored there, Ichigo. I’m going to suck your balls dry.”

After that surprisingly matter-of-fact declaration, Rukia set out to do what she said. His pants were the first to come off, with his boxers quickly following before Rukia held his cock in her hands while pointing the angry cockhead right at her lips. Ichigo wasn’t sure why he was so turned on by Rukia being unable to circle his shaft even with both of her hands. Maybe it was the worshipful look in her eyes as she held his cock. Or perhaps it was because his cock could cover the entire length of her pretty face.

Either way, Ichigo didn’t look away from Rukia’s purple eyes as her warm breath hit his cock.

“Don’t hold back, Ichigo,” Rukia kissed the tip of his cock, making it spurt a little precum past her parted lips.

“FUCK!” Rukia’s whole body quivered as her grip on his shaft tightened.

Ichigo watched Rukia move her hips against the mattress, moaning as she rode the unexpected orgasm from the taste of his precum. She slowly opened her eyes before gaining a wild look at what she had experienced. That wasn’t even Ichigo’s cum, and it had almost made Rukia lose her mind… so what would happen when she drank his actual spunk?

“Ichigo,” Rukia said seriously, making him look at her worriedly, fearing that she was stopping. She cupped his balls and squeezed gently, “Everything in here, I want in my mouth. As quickly as possible. Can you do that for me?”

Ichigo gulped and nodded eagerly. What else was he supposed to say to a girl that literally had him by the balls?

“Good.”

Rukia licked her lips before giving Ichigo’s cock the last smooch. Taking this pillar of cock-meat into her throat would be challenging, but to get that delicious cream stored in those balls, she would do what she must. Rukia wondered if Ichigo was somehow storing his reiryoku in his… bodily fluids because he was untrained. As far as she knew, this wasn’t normal. Then again, the fact that his reiatsu was basically aphrodisiac was crazy enough.

It didn’t matter.

GLACHK

“FUCK! RUKIA!”

Ichigo held the petite girl’s head as she tried to swallow his cock into her throat. He wasn’t sure how that could even be possible when her neck was only a little thicker than his shaft. As if to prove him wrong, Rukia pushed off his cock until her lips were stretched on his tip before slamming her head back down.

GLURK

Ichigo hissed through his teeth as he felt his cock pop past the tight opening of her throat. That wasn’t the end as he watched with disbelieving eyes as Rukia’s neck bulged slowly with the outline of his cock. Somehow, she was forcing his cock down her throat. One of Ichigo’s hands left Rukia’s head to trace the bulge in her neck, marveling at what he was feeling.

Rukia looked up at him with her striking purple eyes tearing up from the effort of swallowing his manhood. Ichigo, being the gentleman he was, wanted to pull the petite woman off his cock at the sight. There was no chance for him to do that.

Rukia grabbed his hips and seemed to pause for a second before making a decision. She pulled her head back up, her neck returning to its slender shape with no cock bulging it out, and released his cock with a loud pop.

With a hoarse voice, Rukia said, “This is harder than I thought, Ichigo. Can you help me?”

Ichigo was distracted by Rukia’s swollen lips but still nodded.

Rukia kissed his cock in an open-mouthed kiss, moaning at the shudder that ran through her body before pulling away again. “I knew you’d help. You’re a great friend. When I get stuck, just hold my face and make sure to shove your cock all the way into my throat. Use it until you dump a nice fat load into my stomach.”

It was like Rukia didn’t realize how slutty she sounded right now. Or maybe she did, and she didn’t give a damn. If Ichigo had to guess with how she was acting earlier, he would have to think the latter.

Ichigo ran his thumb over Rukia’s bruised lips, smiling when she kissed it before he removed it. “If that’s what you want, I’ll be more than happy to… But what if you want me to stop?”

Rukia gave his thick shaft and hard stroke, drawing a dollop of precum that she licked up before shivering. “Trust me, I’ll never want you to stop. I’m a shinigami. I know what I can handle.”

GLACKH GLURKH GLURKH

Ichigo moaned as he resisted shoving Rukia’s face down his cock. She wasn’t stuck yet and was happily fucking her own face on his meat. The sloppy sounds of his cockhead entering and leaving her throat were so loud that Ichigo was sure he would dream of it forever. Not that he minded, really.

GLACKH

Rukia’s face turned red as tears ran down her porcelain cheeks. She could take Ichigo all the way, but she remembered some of the older women in the squad saying how a man would love to use his woman’s mouth like a toy. Rukia didn’t really have much experience knowing if this was true, but it wouldn’t hurt to try it with Ichigo.

She removed one dainty hand from the base of his shaft and tapped the hand Ichigo had on her head. Rukia looks up at the man with a mouth full of his cock and pleads with teary eyes to help her.

“Fuck me,” Ichigo cursed as his cock turned as hard as steel. If he wasn’t convinced to fuck Rukia’s face before, he certainly was now. With a tight grip on her silky black hair, Ichigo thrust his hips up and shoved his cock deeper into Rukia’s throat. The outline of his dick went halfway down her neck.

Rukia closed her eyes and moaned at the feeling of getting her throat reshaped for Ichigo’s cock. She removed both her hands from Ichigo’s shaft to give him free rein with her mouth and reached between her legs to finger her sopping pussy.

When Rukia didn’t protest, Ichigo grew bold. He grunted and thrust his cock a little harder into her mouth, except this time, he also pulled her face down his shaft. Rukia gurgled as her jaw was opened as wide as possible. She hummed to make her throat vibrate around his cock. Rukia might not mind Ichigo wrecking her throat, but she really wanted that cum so she would get her fix.

“Fuck it,” Ichigo muttered with gritted teeth, “I’m not holding back anymore.”

With a yell from Ichigo, Rukia found herself with an entire cock shoved into her throat and her pointy nose buried in his pubes. She could hear the wet schlick of her pussy as she used three fingers to fuck herself while Ichigo kept his cock hilted deep in her mouth.

Ichigo stared at the girl that did the impossible and swallowed his dick. Her neck had somehow expanded to accommodate the extra meat shoved in there, and Rukia seemed to be having the time of her life. She struggled to breathe around his cock, but from the way she was finger-fucking herself, she didn’t mind.

Ichigo didn’t bother going slow. He pulled Rukia off his cock by her hair before slamming her face back down until the cum-filled balls she loved so much bounced off her chin. It was all repetition from here. Rukia found her face being used like a fleshlight as Ichigo bounced her head up and down his cock while using his hips to give her throat some extra help to open up.

The gagging sounds coming out of Rukia’s mouth were much more tamer now, even though Ichigo was using her mouth like a cheap toy. Since his cock was mostly buried in her throat, the sounds that should have escaped were muffled by a massive cock filling her mouth. Ichigo wasn’t the only one enjoying what he was doing. Rukia had already come around her fingers a few times since the precum that Ichigo had was dripping into her stomach in larger quantities.

Rukia hoped that it meant she would soon be fed some of the cum she wanted so much. As if Ichigo was reading her mind, he sheathed his cock back into her throat and pressed her head down into his crotch even though he was already balls deep in her mouth.

“Here it comes, Rukia!”

Rukia’s red eyes widened in excitement. She struggled to stick out her tongue, but eventually, she licked at the balls her chin was nestled in.

“Take it!”

Rukia squealed in excitement when the already thick shaft pulsed. She could feel the cum running up the shaft before her world exploded. Rukia wasn’t aware of it, but she was screaming around Ichigo’s cock as her eyes went crosseyed and her pussy squirted a jet of juices, soaking the bed.

This only made Ichigo moan before trying to shove more of his massive cock into Rukia’s overfilled mouth. Load after massive load was pumped into Rukia’s stomach, making a slight bulge form on the petite woman’s formerly flat midriff before Ichigo’s balls finally stopped feeding her his cum.

Ichigo slowly pulled Rukia off his cock, shivering at the feeling of her mouth sucking his cock the whole way before a spit-covered shaft was finally released from her hungry throat. Rukia immediately collapsed on the bed and moaned softly when Ichigo’s messy cock fell on her face.

She lay on her back and licked at the shaft, cleaning what she could reach with her tongue before saying, “Do that again. I need more!”

Rukia rubbed the bulge of her stomach and was amazed she could even think right now. It felt like a massive timebomb of pleasure waiting to be released in her belly. Rukia couldn’t wait to find out what would happen.