In Bleach with an OP Skill

[ Back Flash. ]

Ringo and Isane walked down the hall, Ringo had Isane's arm wrapped around his neck, both of them so drunk that they could barely walk in a straight line, Isane had a red face, with her body sweating due to being intoxicated, her clothes sticking to her skin.

"Isane, where is your room?"

Ringo asked with slightly slurred speech. Isane moved her arm, and she pointed to the right. Ringo went that way, and he soon reached the room, opening the door and getting inside. Before he laid Isane on her bed, turning around, he was about to walk away when Isane stopped him.

"Stay, I still need to reward you for saving my sister, Kiyone~"

Ringo looks back, and his drunk self feels his control be lost slightly, Isane is lying on her side, with her clothes sticking to her sweaty skin, her blouse slightly open, showing her white smooth skin.

Isane's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red at Ringo's lingering gaze, her heart racing in her chest. She bit her lip, trying to gather her courage.

"I...I want to show you how grateful I am," she stammered out, slowly sitting up and reaching for the hem of her pants. With trembling fingers, she pulled it down, revealing her pale thighs and the frilly pink panties underneath.

"You've been such a good friend to me and Kiyone... I think this is the least I can do," Isane said breathlessly, her eyes locked onto Ringo's as she spread her legs a little wider.

Ringo's eyes widen at the sight of Isane's exposed thighs, his mind clouded with alcohol-induced lust. He takes a step closer, his voice low and husky.

"Oh, Isane... You don't have to do this if you're not comfortable," he says, even though his erection strains against his pants, betraying his true desires.

But then, Ringo's resolve crumbles. He reaches out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind Isane's ear.

"If you really want to thank me... I won't say no," he murmurs, his other hand coming to rest on her knee, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Isane's breath hitched at the touch, a soft gasp escaping her lips. Her skin tingled where Ringo's hand rested, sending shivers down her spine.

"I...I want to," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. Slowly, she lifted her hips, allowing Ringo to slide her panties down her thighs and off, leaving her bare from the waist down.

Isane's cheeks burned with embarrassment and excitement as she lay there, completely vulnerable before Ringo. But she didn't feel ashamed – instead, a thrill ran through her at the thought of doing this.

"Ringo... this is my first time" she breathed out, spreading her legs further apart in an invitation, her inner thighs glistening with sweat.

"Your first time?" he repeats, his voice thick with anticipation. He leans in, pressing a tender kiss to her lips before trailing his lips down her cheek to her neck, nipping gently at the sensitive flesh.

Ringo's hands slip beneath Isane's blouse, caressing the warm skin of her stomach as he continues to explore her with his mouth. His cock throbs urgently against his zipper, straining for release.

"We'll take it slow, okay? Just relax and let me make you feel good,"

Isane moaned softly into the kiss, her body responding instinctively to Ringo's touch. She arched her back, pressing herself more firmly against his exploring hands and lips.

"Ringo..." she whimpered, her fingers tangling in his hair as she guided his head lower, craving more of his attention.

As Ringo's mouth found her collarbone, Isane's hips twitched involuntarily, seeking friction against the hardness she felt pressing against her thigh. A surge of liquid heat pooled between her legs, dampening her folds.

"It feels... so good already," Isane panted, her voice trembling with desire. She glanced up at Ringo with half-lidded eyes, her expression a mix of pleasure and nervousness.

"Don't stop..."

Isane's breathing grew ragged as Ringo's skilled mouth worked its way down her torso, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. She squirmed beneath him, her thighs parting further in a silent plea for more contact.

"Ohhh... Ringo!" Isane cried out, her back arching sharply as his lips closed around her nipple, sucking and teasing the sensitive bud through the thin fabric of her blouse.

Her hands roamed over Ringo's back, nails digging lightly into his muscles as she held him close, urging him on. The ache between her legs intensified, a constant throb of need that demanded satisfaction.

"M-more," Isane begged, her voice a breathy whisper. She rocked her hips against Ringo's thigh, seeking relief from the building pressure.

"Ringo..."

Ringo groans in approval at Isane's enthusiastic response, his own arousal spiking at the sound of her pleas. He releases her nipple with a pop, kissing his way back up to her lips as he pushes her blouse up and off, baring her breasts to his hungry gaze.

"Beautiful," he murmurs, his thumbs circling her nipples, making them pebble under his touch. Ringo captures one pert peak between his lips again, suckling gently while his hand trails down her quivering stomach to the apex of her thighs.

He parts her slick folds with his fingers, groaning at the wet heat he finds there. Ringo teases her clit with light circles, feeling Isane's walls clench around nothing.

"So tight and wet for me already," he praises, his voice muffled against her breast.

Isane's entire body trembled as Ringo's fingers delved into her most intimate place, his touch igniting sparks of pleasure that raced through her veins like wildfire. A high-pitched moan escaped her lips, mingling with Ringo's groans as he explored her sensitive flesh.

"Yes, Ringo! Oh god..." she whimpered, her hips bucking wildly against his hand, desperate for more of that delicious friction. Isane's fingers dug into Ringo's shoulders, her nails scraping against his skin as she rode his palm with abandon.

The sensation of his tongue laving her nipple sent shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through her, making her toes curl and her inner walls flutter around his probing digits. Isane's mind fogged with lust, every coherent thought scattered by the intense pleasure consuming her.

"Don't stop, Ringo!"

Isane's cries of pleasure filled the room as Ringo's skilled fingers worked her over, driving her closer to the edge with each passing second. Her hips jerked erratically, chasing the blissful sensations radiating from her core.

"Ohhhh, Ringo! I'm... I'm going to- Ahh!" She shattered with a scream, her orgasm crashing over her in waves of pure ecstasy. Isane's body convulsed, her inner muscles clamping down hard around Ringo's fingers as she rode out the aftershocks.

In the aftermath, she lay panting and trembling, her chest heaving with exertion. Isane's eyelids fluttered open, meeting Ringo's gaze with a dazed, adoring look.

"That was... incredible," she breathed, a shy smile playing on her drunken lips.

"We aren't done yet~" Ringo moaned out as he rubbed his erection on her thigh, his drunk gaze looked into her eyes, lust over taking his mind.

Isane's breath caught in her throat as she watched Ringo stroke himself against her thigh, the bulge of his arousal evident even through their clothing. A fresh wave of desire washed over her, her spent body already yearning for more.

"W-wait, what about you?" she stammered, her voice husky with need. Isane's fingers curled around the hem of Ringo's shirt, tugging at it impatiently.

"Let me see you..."

With shaky hands, she helped pull the garment over his head, exposing Ringo's toned chest and abs. Isane's gaze lingered on the prominent ridge of his erection, straining against the confines of his pants.

"Please, Ringo... I want to touch you,"

Isane's hands shook slightly as she reached for Ringo's pants, pulling them down, and revealing the impressive length of his erection.

Her breath hitched at the sight, her fingertips tracing the ridges and veins that mapped his shaft. Isane wrapped her small hand around Ringo's girth, marvelling at the heat and hardness pulsing against her palm.

"You're so big..." she whispered, her thumb brushing over the swollen head, smearing precum across the tip. 

"Will it fit inside me?"

Isane's other hand cupped and squeezed Ringo's heavy balls, feeling them draw up tightly against his body. She leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on the crown before looking up at him with wide, eager eyes.

Isane's delicate fingers continued to explore Ringo's manhood, stroking and squeezing with increasing confidence. She marvelled at the contrast of textures - the velvety softness of his shaft, the rougher, more sensitive skin at the base, and the silky smoothness of his balls.

"May I put it in my mouth?" she asked timidly, her gaze fixed on Ringo's face, searching for permission and encouragement. 

"I want to taste you..."

Isane's tongue darted out, wetting her lips as she prepared to take Ringo into her mouth for the first time. Her hands never left his heated flesh, continuing to caress and coax him toward release.

Ringo let out a low growl of pleasure as Isane's warm, wet mouth enveloped his throbbing cock. His fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her movements as she bobbed her head along his length.

"Fuuuck, Isane... Your mouth feels amazing," he groaned, his hips twitching involuntarily as she took him deeper. Ringo's eyes rolled back, lost in the blissful sensations of her oral worship.

He could feel her tongue swirling around the head, lapping up the pre-cum that leaked steadily from the tip. The sensation was almost too much, sending jolts of electricity straight to his balls.

"Yeah, just like that... Suck my cock harder," Ringo urged, his grip on her hair tightening as he pushed her down onto him.

"Ugh!"

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