Bleach: Cero Devastador

I may be a man dedicated to the sword, but that doesn't lessen the fact that I am a man. 

And I am not foreign to women in the least. In fact, I've had plenty of relationships of all kinds during my scarce years—romantic ones, problematic ones, passionate ones, crazy ones... psychotic ones. 

It all came down to asking myself whether those relationships had meant something to me other than fleshy pleasure. Being a strong gangster carrying out a sword, I ought to get attention. But what did those women want from me, security? status? money? all of them?

It could have been one or another, but it was never love and it worked out for me that way.

I am not someone who can love, and I am not someone who can be tied. If there is somewhere I must go, I'll go—it doesn't matter what I leave behind.

Sakuya was no different. Her past? I couldn't care less. From the moments she was cautious of me yet curious, to the times she eagerly expected me to be in her presence. I could feel it all. 

Security? Comfort? I had an idea of what she wanted from me. The question was what she could provide. She was sexy of course, and with the time we spent together, as she tidied herself up to get my attention, she surely flourished into a gorgeous flower... as a man it was natural I'd get attracted to her. 

Other than that fleshy pleasure, there was nothing else she could provide for me, so I had to let her know that was the sort of 'love' I could offer, just like all of those wasted relationships in the past. 

I thought it would be something fleeting.

It wasn't. 

...

"I do..." She stuttered and said with a countenance that couldn't get any redder, she knew the interpretations of my question and answered in consequence.

I stood in front of her as she knelt down and closed up until 'Muramasa' gently rubbed against her clean forehead. I allowed my hand to sink within her silky dark purplish hair and grasped the back of her head in a sign of control; I couldn't touch it, I couldn't hear it... but I could hear her heart begin to palpitate faster as her chest heaved up and down, panting. 

"If you like it then kiss it, Sakuya".

"..." She looked up at me with that longing look, her insides flared up and I could even feel her Reiryoku begin to flow in disarray, surprising me. It wasn't much... but it was something.

Without waiting any further, Sakuya began pecking my dick while her eyes were locked on mine at all times. She performed two soft and quick pecks before her lips started to lock in further. 

Her kisses grew more prolonged along the phallus and down to the base, the movements for her head were slow. I noticed her nipples get as pointy and engorged as they could as she inadvertently rubbed her breasts on my legs.

Sakuya was a natural. Her kisses became slight munches, she wrapped her lips around her feet to prevent them from touching me, a gesture that brought a smirk to my face. 

She saw my smirk and flinched awkwardly, releasing her grasp from my dick, a bit dejected and as if embarrassed. 

"What's wrong?" I asked her. 

Sakuya evaded my gaze.

"Why are you embarrassed...?" I took her chin and forced her lips back on me, "You were doing well... carry on".

"Y-You don't mind?".

Instead of answering her foolish question, I took Muramasa and pressed the head against her lips, forcing them open. Sakuya yelped but warmly opened the doors for me, eyes half-lined in pleasure. 

 I felt her tongue squeeze out and wrap around the tip. Her hands found a nest around my glutes as she pulled me in posessively. 

It was at this moment, when I reassured her, that she finally let loose and started showing me her real self, her real desires. 

"That's nice, Sakuya~" I groaned, this woman was no longer looking at me. She let loose, and with her eyes closed she took my dick and gurgled it. 

Sakuya wasn't organised, she was sloppy and hungry with her motions. 

"Muramasa-kun is so big~ is this because of me?"

I made her stand up forcefully and kissed her, Sakuya's tongue was shy, and I had to pull it out to play. Her body shook and she accepted it. I took a nice grasp of her right breast. Hers were so massive... the biggest I've ever had, my hand roughed up and used to holding a katana's hilt- wasn't able to grasp her whole flesh. 

I felt ecstasy rush all over me just upon the contact with her skin. 

"You think it is not like this because of you?" I growled in her ears, pinching those engorged nipples. Sakuya moaned blissfully, unashamed of where the noise could reach. I did catch her giving subtle peeks at the bathroom's entrance more than once. But even as she did so the apprehension didn't stop her from stocking my dick. 

I pulled her to the small bench and even before I reached it, she made me sit and got once again on her knees.

"If you like my breasts so much... should I do this?~"

Sakuya grabbed that huge rack of hers and wrapped my dick in it. She was so huge that all you could see of the pitiful Muramasa-kun was a slight bit of the head. I was impressed at her capability. 

I first met a woman who could match me in a fight, then a woman who could completely engulf me with her chest. Tonight was a night to remember. 

"Let me service you..." She mumbled, I leaned forward and nodded. Sakuya kissed me again, this time she started it and kept our lips locked for almost a minute while massaging my dick with her boobs. 

Hers were so warm and squishy. She began stroking and then focused solely on it as I enjoyed myself. Her lips wrapped on the tip, her tongue massaging me, showing me a display of skills that embarrassed her, yet pleased me. 

I held her head and forced her to take in as much as she could, she tightened her little throat and sucked like a vacuum. When I felt myself reach the edge of pleasure, I grunted and released everything inside Sakuya's throat. 

"Uhm~!"

More than me holding her head in place to give her all, it was more like she clutched my bottom in place to take it all. I sighed in pleasure, squirmed and lowkey moaned while feeling that nostalgic pleasure that is an orgasm. 

My first one in this world. Usually once was enough to satisfy me, more than that was just for the sake of satisfying the other party. I thought our night was over... but no. 

Sakuya gulped everything, her cheeks bloated a bit before she let go of me with a pop. A trail of semen splurted out her lips and onto her breasts, but she failed to catch it. 

When I finally opened my eyes, I saw her struggling to swallow... once she did that, she looked at her breasts and squeezed them together, pulling them up, and licking the leftovers that had splurted out. 

"..." My body flinched and I felt a goosebump just looking at her. Muramasa also looked at her, aghast and upright, we were both amazed at the lewdness of the scene. 

'Oh my, she's good~ you're a lucky bastard aren't you?~' I heard Shitsutora inside my mind. 

We agreed. 

Once her little naughtiness was done, Sakuya stared at me hazily with the deepest blush ever, as if she was aware of how lewd what she just did was, but she still did it... and more. 

"T-Thank you for the meal".

I growled and pulled her to the nearest wall. 

"W-Wait, Ryōma!–" Sakuya mumbled half-heartedly, with heart in her eyes and a reluctance so weak it was almost laughable. 

"Someone could come in... l-let's go to your room. Mikoto... I don't want her to–" She spoke and spoke but I wasn't paying attention. 

I made her bend down against the wall, sticking out her big butt. I didn't even have to check if she was wet or not, all I had to do was smell the strong scent of those womanly pheromones. But even if I wanted to feel it, the moment I rubbed my dick against her pussy to prode the entrance, I felt everything that I needed to feel. 

"R-Ryōma, I... I love– UHM!~"

I didn't let her talk... I pushed my waist forward, I pressed our crotches together, I heard her loud moan of ecstasy and I let my instincts take control for the evening.