Sluuurp!
The Glutton. Thanks to that Schrift, a certain petite woman could consume whatever she wanted, however she wanted.
In the quiet morning light of the Karakura Town apartment, a young man woke up groaning in his bed. Every inch of his morning boner was being sucked. What a sensation. Eyes open and, "Fuck~!"
A hot, wet mouth was extracting the life out of him.
This was the day in the life of the young man that had conquered the Bambies.
"L-Liltotto…!"
This young man was Yoru. He was ordinary as a college-aged man could be. Average grades, attended class four times a week, and did part-time at a convenience store. Really, the only exceptional part of him was his ability to see Hollows. And, unfortunately, that wasn't a very useful power.
Well, aside from the fact that it helped him formulate a harem of Quincy women. But that was another matter entirely.
"Liltotto…!"
His groans were punctuated by the soft, stuttering hmph from the petite blonde Quincy bobbing her head between Yoru's spread thighs.
Yoru let out a groan, his head tipping back. His fingers gently carded through Liltotto's chin-length blonde hair, curling loosely into the strands as he simply let her work. There was a profound, stoic efficiency to her movements, a mechanical precision that belied the molten heat of her mouth. She didn't look up at him with needy eyes or moan for his attention. She just… sucked.
Deeply.
Thoroughly.
As if it were a task the female Quincy was determined to master. Her golden eyes were focused in a way only she could see.
Sluuurp! Gulp!
He was delicious.
His cock and his cum—everything.
It was the the one and only thought that ever broke the flat, profane monotony of Liltotto Lamperd's internal world. Bambietta was a bombastic bitch. Candice was a thunder-cunting whiner. Giselle was a creepy freak. But Yoru? Yoru was a fucking five-course meal. His cock was musky and manly, and just his scent in general was a unique, comforting musk that made her throat tighten with something far more desperate than hunger. Her power, The Glutton, was always judging, always tasting. Everyone else was off-flavor, stale, or bitter. He was the only thing that ever tasted right.
So she took him deeper, her small nose into his navel. Her throat swallowed him whole. Yoru's pipe was thick, and long, and her jaw did not ache in the slightest. Nope, and she was proud of that. Her world narrowed to the pounding pulse she could feel against her tongue, the heavy weight of his balls against her chin, and the rumbling sounds of pleasure he made in his chest.
"Liltotto…" he called her name like a sigh and she liked it.
It was the only praise Liltotto ever craved. Hearing him say it, his voice thick with a pleasure she was giving him, sent a violent shiver down her spine. Her fingers, which had been resting on his hips, dug in slightly. Her rhythm faltered, just for a second, becoming needier. She pulled back until just the swollen, ruddy head of his cock popped from her lips with a soft, wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her mouth to him. She looked up at him then, her golden eyes finally meeting his. Her expression was still mostly blank.
"You're gonna cum," Liltotto stated with her usual deadpan flatline, even as her tongue darted out to lick a broad, slow stripe from his base to his tip. "Your balls are so full. I can taste it. Cum in my mouth."
It wasn't a request. It was a demand. A prediction. A fact.
"S-sure…"
And she was right. The coil in Yoru's balls finally snapped. He groaned and his hips gave a final, aborted thrust up into her welcoming mouth. Hot cum painted the back of Liltotto's throat in massive, ropes of white.
Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.
Although with her Schrift, there was no back. She swallowed. The four-foot-eleven Quincy didn't so much as flinch or pull away. Her eyes stayed locked on his, wide and unblinking, as she swallowed every single fucking drop. Her throat worked steadily, audibly, taking it all down. The taste—his taste, rich and potent and perfect—flooded her senses, and for the first time, her stoic mask cracked. A tiny, almost imperceptible moan vibrated against his still-throbbing cock as she milked the last few spurts from him with gentle sucks, her tongue lapping diligently at his slit.
When he was completely spent, Liltotto finally pulled off, her lips glistening and slightly swollen. She sat back on her heels, a dazed look in her golden eyes. Without a word, Yoru sat up. He looked at her—this small, fierce, brutally honest girl who had just drained his massive balls without a single complaint—and a soft, affectionate smile touched his lips. He reached for her.
Liltotto's eyes went wide. "...?"
He was just some guy. Really, he was, so all he could do was wrap his arms around her petite frame and pull her into a tight, warm hug. She stiffened for a second, completely unprepared for the tenderness.
"H-hey, you…" A blush, hot and furious, exploded across her face and down her neck. Her hands hovering in the air before tentatively settling on his back. "...fine."
He held her like that for a long moment, just breathing her in. "So."
"So…" Yoru was just some guy. He was. Liltotto hated herself for not being able to look him in the eye without flushing. "..."
"That was one hell of a wake-up call."
"Your dick was standing up right. I had to," Liltotto remarked with her typical stoicism. Yoru grinned.
"You're going to make me late for class."
"Nope." Liltotto pointed at his clock. "Look."
Oh. It was only five o'clock. Three years before class.
"I'm not dumb like Bambi."
"Haha, that you aren't." Yoru chuckled and ruffled her hair. Liltotto really liked it when he did that. "Guess we can spend an hour together, huh?"
"Yep."
Wait, that meant—
"Up you go!"
He lifted her up as if she weighed nothing. Before her brain could even process the movement, he was lowering her down, the swollen, slick head of his cock—still hard, always hard for them—notched against her tiny cunt. It was maybe fifty percent too girthy for her pussy.
"Yoru…!"
And then he let her drop.
"Fuck!"
The curse ripped from her in a sharp, broken cry as he filled her in one devastating, bottoming-out stroke. Her small body arched, her head thrown back, her mouth a perfect 'O' of shock and overwhelming sensation. There was no slow build, no gentle rocking. He held her hips and began to move her on him, lifting her up until just the tip remained inside, then pulling her back down onto his entire length with a firm, commanding pull.
"Y-Yoru—!"
Smack!
"W-w-wait, just one second—!"
Smack!
Her eyes rolled back. She was smiling.
Smack!
Each downstroke punched the air from Liltotto's lungs. Her carefully cultivated stoicism was being fucked into splinters.
"Oh… oh god… fucking…!" Liltotto babbled, her hands scrambling for purchase on his shoulders, her nails digging in. Her golden eyes were glazed, unfocused, seeing only the pleasure of being impaled by this super cock. "S-So deep… you're… you're in my stomach…"
Yoru said nothing, just maintained that steady, punishing rhythm, watching her come apart. Her flat stomach quivered. She was as flat as a board, so there wasn't much jiggling. He could feel her inner walls, tight and hot and perfect. Liltotto was cumming and being unraveled.
Lethal combination.
"I… I can't…!" she cried out. Her back bowed violently, a thin, high whine escaping her throat as her pussy gripped him.
"Haha, come on, we've fucked harder than this!" Slam, slam! He didn't stop. He fucked her right through it, the overstimulation making her legs kick out uselessly, her cries dissolving into choked sobs.
"Ngggh! Mmgmppppph!!"
"Hmm, but maybe…" He shifted then, leaning back and pulling her with him so she was straddling his lap, his cock still buried to the hilt inside her. "Alright, do it your pace, Liltotto. Ride me."
Ride him.
"R-ride you…y-you really are…"
"Hm?"
He cocked his head. Cutely, Liltotto might add. Fuck. When he did that, she couldn't stop herself. This ordinary, stupidly attractive and nice-looking stud was the bane of her.
Trembling, dazed, and completely conquered, Liltotto obeyed. Lifting herself, she whined. "S-so loooong!" she moaned out. Dropping down, she gasped. "F-fuck! Fuuuuck!!"
That long, drawn-out moan didn't sound very hot. There was this tone of laziness, when in reality, she was overwhelmed. Moreover, her rolled back eyes and little whimpers more than made up for it.
She was clumsy, uncoordinated, a far cry from her precise blowjob. She bounced on him, her thighs burning, her cunt so sensitive every movement was both agony and ecstasy. She came again, a weaker, shuddering wave that left her slumping forward against his chest.
"Unh! Nggh! Y-Yoru! Yoru! Yooooruuu…!"
Liltotto was fucking on autopilot, driven by his hands on her hips guiding her up and down.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Ten minutes of this. Ten minutes of her world being reduced to the thick cock splitting her open and the approving sounds he made against her hair. Liltotto was a mess—sweaty, trembling, and her voice reduced to broken hiccups and stammers. The unflappable, critical Sternritter was gone, replaced by a blissed-out, fucked-stupid girl clinging to the man who had ruined her.
"Cumming."
He said it and he did it. He sat up straight, hugged her, and—
"Man, so loud…"
The door to the bedroom also creaked open.
Candice Catnipp entered and leaned against the doorframe, completely naked, one hand rubbing her eye. Her long, light-green hair was a tangled cascade over one shoulder. Then her blue eyes, with their prominent lashes and those distinctive lightning-bolt eyebrows, focused on the scene on the couch. Her annoyed expression vanished, replaced by a wide, predatory grin that showed perfect white teeth. She licked her lips slowly, her gaze fixed on where Liltotto was shaking like a mad woman. He was cumming inside her, after all.
And afterward? Liltotto let out a moan and still mindlessly grinded on Yoru's lap.
"Well, well," Candice purred in a sultry roll of thunder. "Started the party without me, you greedy little slut?"
Liltotto, too far gone to even muster a retort, just whimpered into Yoru's neck.
Yoru looked over at Candice, his hands stilling on Liltotto's hips. He gave the green-haired woman a small, gentle smile. "Morning, Candice."
"Morning, my ass," Candice snorted, pushing off the doorframe and sauntering into the room. She was tall, with long, toned legs, a narrow waist that flared into generous hips, and a pair of D-cups that swayed with each step. Her skin was smooth and lightly tanned, and the patch of hair between her legs was the same vibrant green as the hair on her head, neatly trimmed. She stopped beside the bed, looking down at them, her hands on her hips. "You finished wrecking Glutton over here? Because I'm feeling a little… charged up."
Yoru carefully lifted the boneless Liltotto off his cock, globs of cum immediately spewing out like white lava. A thick strand of cum had to snap before her pussy could finally leave him. He laid her gently on a nearby chair, where she immediately curled into a ball, breathing heavily. Then he turned to her, his erection standing proudly before him, undiminished.
It was a long, long cock. Ten inches at least with tennis balls in his sack.
Candice's grin turned feral. "That's what I'm talking about."
She didn't wait for an invitation. She closed the distance between them in two strides, her hands immediately going to his chest, pushing him back until his calves hit the edge of an armchair. "My turn," she declared.
Her mouth crashed against his in a kiss that was all dominance. It was a battle from the first touch. Her tongue invaded his mouth, demanding a response. Yoru gave it to her, his hands coming up to cup her face, holding her still as he kissed her back with a deep, thorough passion that slowly shifted the balance. She moaned into his mouth, but it was a moan of frustration as much as pleasure. She wanted to control this.
She broke the kiss, panting. "Think you can handle me, pretty boy?" the green-haired Quincy taunted, her blue eyes flashing. One hand snaked down between them, her fingers wrapping around his thick shaft in a firm, claiming grip. She began to stroke him, her pace fast and aggressive, her thumb swiping over his leaking tip to spread the moisture. "I'm not some quiet little cocksucker. I'm a fucking storm."
"Really? That's a little too on the nose."
"Fuck you." She grinned. Stroke, stroke, and he almost groaned.
"I know," Yoru replied with infuriating calm. His hands slid down from her face, over her shoulders, and settled on the magnificent, round globes of her ass. He squeezed, his fingers digging into the firm, toned flesh. God, he loved her ass. Every muscle in her body was defined. He groped her hard, pulling her flush against his erection, letting her feel how much he wanted her.
"Fuck yeah," Candice hissed and cackled, her stroking hand speeding up. "Grab it. It's all yours. Fucking claim it."
He did more than grab. He pulled one cheek aside, then brought his other hand down in a sharp, loud SMACK that echoed in the room.
"Ah! Yeah!" Candice cried out, her body jolting against his. A bright red handprint bloomed on her perfect skin. "Do it again, you bastard! Show me who's in charge!"
He spanked her other cheek, just as hard. She moaned, long and loud, her head falling back. Her stroking became erratic. This was the game. Her short temper and her need for conflict, it all got channeled here, into a battle for sexual supremacy. She wanted him to fight her for it, to conquer her.
"You talk a lot," Yoru murmured, his lips trailing down her neck. One hand stayed on her ass, kneading the sore flesh, while the other came around to her front, sliding between their bodies. His fingers found her clit, already swollen and hard. He circled it firmly, with a manly dominance. Yoru did not pussyfoot around when it came to his girls.
"Fuck—!" she gasped, her hips bucking against his hand. "I'll talk all I want! I'll scream the fucking apartment down! You gonna try and shut me up? Huh?" She leaned in, biting his earlobe. "Fucking try."
He did. He spun her around, bending her over the bed. Candice let out a shocked yelp, then a throaty laugh. "There it is!"
He didn't tease. He guided himself to her soaked entrance and drove home in one powerful thrust.
The sound Candice made wasn't a moan; it was a roar. "YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME WITH THAT BIG COCK!"
And so it began.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUUUUC MEEE~!!!"
A marathon.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"I'M ALREADY CUMIIIIIING~!!"
A tempest.
Bent over the bed. Yoru fucked her brains out and delivering backshots with enough force to make the bed slam against the wall. Candice met every thrust with a backward slam of her own, her curses and shouts creating a filthy soundtrack.
"Harder! Don't you fucking dare slow down! I'll fucking electrocute your balls! Oh god, right there! Fuck my tight pussy! Fucking ruin it!"
So he obliged. So her limbs became mush. So Candice admitted internally she couldn't handle the dicking. That Yoru had won. She came like that, screaming into the mattress, her body convulsing so violently he had to hold her down.
But it wasn't over. Far from it. When he heard start whimpering, he pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the bed. He hiked her legs over his shoulders, pushing them back until her knees were by her ears, exposing her completely. He sank into her again, this angle even deeper, the head of his cock battering a spot inside her that made her see stars.
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
Candice was not like the other Bambies. She needed to get fucked in a particularly aggressive way. She needed a man to act like one and give into his instincts. One needed to bottom, the other needed to top. It was the basic way of the world and she believed in it.
Any man that couldn't keep up with the program, she'd shock their balls off.
"W-Wait… too deep… you're fucking too deep!"
That man would never be Yoru. Ever. Candice would never dare to electrocute a hair of his.
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
"MAKING ME CUM AGAIIIN~!!" the green-haired bitch wailed, but her hands clawed at his back, pulling him closer. He leaned down, capturing a nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting until she shrieked. The battle continued in their dialogue.
"You giving up, Candice?"
"Fuck no! I'm just… ah!… warming up! Make me cum again, you smug bastard! Do it!"
He did. He fucked her through another screaming, sobbing orgasm, her green hair splayed out like a halo around her furious, blissed-out face.
"Ah, I still have to cum, Candice."
"Y-y-you bastard…y-you better…" Her tongue lolled out. Yoru blinked as he stared down at her orgasmic expression. "You better…c-cum…s-shoon…"
He smiled. "Thank you, Candice."
Next thing she knew, Candice had orgasmed another twenty times while Yoru hadn't at all. At this point, after an hour of fucking, he pulled her up to stand, her back against the wall. He hooked his arms under her thighs, lifting her easily, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck. He pressed her into the wall and began to fuck her standing, a slow, deep, grinding rhythm that was less about speed and more about total penetration. This was the conquest. Her head lolled on his shoulder, her cries were soft, broken whimpers.
"Yoru… Yoru, please… I can't… I can't take any more…" Candice begged, but her hips still rolled against his, seeking the friction. "You win… you fucking win, okay? Just… just fill me up. Please."
"Really?"
"Y-yes, just fucking creampie me, you big dick animal!"
In the end, he laid her on her back on the rumpled sheetsHe positioned himself between her splayed legs, looked into her hazy, defeated green eyes, and thrust into her one last time. He emptied another massive, hot load deep into her womb. Candice's back arched off the bed in a silent scream, a final, weak orgasm fluttering through her as she felt him pulse inside her.
He promptly pulled out. Cum already oozed out from her well-used pussy, trickling down to stain the sheets. The storm had passed.
Yoru finally pushed himself up. He gave the ruined, sleeping forms of Liltotto on the chair and Candice in the bed a soft look, then stretched his arms up.
"Well, that was a fun morning exercise."
Two of the Bambies: defeated—sorry, fucked.
He walked out of the sex-scented bedroom, through the short hall, and into the living room.
The TV was on, displaying a paused fighting game. Sprawled on the large sectional sofa, surrounded by empty soda cans and chip bags, were Bambietta Basterbine and Meninas McAllon. Bambietta was in a black lace bra and matching panties, her long, straight dark purple hair a mess. Meninas was slouchingand wore simple pink cotton underwear, her massive, fat titties barely contained by a straining sports bra, her long, wavy pink hair tied in a loose, messy ponytail.
"...and then you just spam the projectile, you dumb cow," Bambi was saying, gesturing at the screen with a controller.
"But that feels cheap, Bambi," Meninas replied. "Can't I punch-kick?"
"You were ass at that, remember?"
"Oh yeah…"
"Jesus, are you stupid or something?"
"Do I look like you?"
"Oh, shaddup!
Yoru smiled and padded past them into the open-plan kitchen. He grabbed a large glass, filled it with cold water from the fridge, and drank it down in several long gulps.
From the couch, Bambietta spoke up without looking away from the TV. "So. You finally finished fucking the shit out of Candice." Her tone was its usual haughty, arrogant drawl. "Took you long enough. That bitch is loud. We could hear her through two walls. Sounded like you were murdering her."
"Is she dead?" Meninas quipped.
"Haha, no. Sorry, girls." Yoru finished his water. "We got a little carried away," he said, his voice mild and utterly without guile. He rinsed the glass and placed it in the sink. "Did you two sleep at all?"
"We were on a streak," Meninas said, turning to give him a sweet, if slightly ditsy, smile. Her pink eyes were warm with affection. "But now I'm really hungry."
"Yeah," Bambi grumbled, finally setting her controller down and stretching like a cat. Her C-cup breasts jiggled enticingly in their lace confines. She glanced at him, a faint blush on her cheeks she tried to hide with a scowl. "Make us something, will you? Something good."
"Not cereal, please. It's the only thing Bambi knows how to make."
Bambi turned red and yelled, "Again—shaddup!" Then whispered, "Don't embarrass me in front of you, you dolt!"
"Yoru, Bambi doesn't want to embarrassed in front of—"
"Shut up!!"
Yoru chuckled to himself. Bambi huffed, red as a schoolgirl exposed for her crush. Frankly, that wouldn't be far from the truth.
The Bambise were his personal harem. Yep, all five of them, no exceptions. All of them were in love and in servitude. It just…happened that way. And had been happening for a good two years now.
The fact that he'd just spent the entire morning giving two incredibly powerful, dangerous Quincy women life-altering orgasms didn't seem to register in his demeanor at all. He was just… Yoru. Their Yoru.
He worked quietly, pulling out eggs, bacon, vegetables, and bread. The sizzle of bacon in a pan soon filled the apartment, mixing with the scent of sex that still lingered in the air. He made a large, fluffy omelet, toasted the bread, and plated everything with a simple care.
Carrying three plates into the living room, he set them on the low coffee table. Bambi and Meninas immediately sat up, their eyes lighting up at the food.
"Took you long enough," Bambi muttered, but she was already grabbing her fork.
"Thank you, Yoru," Meninas said earnestly. There was genuine loyalty and gratitude shining in her eyes. Not that the others weren't, but she showed it earnestly. "Mwah!"
Like that. Like a kiss on the cheek. Bambi fumed and was only quieted by his swinging flaccid cock. Yeah, she forgot he was naked.
Yoru sat on the couch with his own plate. The three of them ate in comfortable silence for a moment, the only sounds the clink of cutlery and the soft chatter from the still-paused game on the TV.
Bambi took a bite of her omelet, chewed thoughtfully, and then smirked. "So," she said, her purple eyes glinting with mischief. "Lilltoto give you a morning blowjob?"
Yoru ate his toast. "Your idea or…?"
"Nah, she was just asking how you'd like it. Seems like you did. Heh."
"It was…nice. But still, waking up at five is a bit much—"
"Ugh, you should just quit that stupid college shit! Me and the Bambies can rob as many banks as you want."
The Bambies were Quincies; meaning, they could move at super speeds and blow shit up. By putting on some elaborate white outfits, they could rob a bank in less than a minute.
Actually, correction—they did rob a bank. Not in Karakura Town, but in Tokyo. That way, they stayed off the radar of some guy named Kurosaki. Not to mention the authorities of that area wouldn't be able to track them.
"That was a one-time thing," Yoru said, sighing. "Come on, Bambi. No more robbing. I gotta get a full-time job soon."
"Tch. Fine. Fiiine."
It was a one-time gig and made out of desperation. Yoru double-made sure the amount was sustainable for a decade. Sorry to the Tokyo bank.
"So what about your cock then?"
"Huh?"
The haughty tilt of her chin was pure arrogance, but the faint blush on her cheeks betrayed her. Bambi set her plate down with a deliberate clink. "You're just gonna sit there all calm after that fucking performance? With that fucking cock?"
Yoru wiped his mouth with a napkin. His dick twitched.
"Tch." Bambietta stood up, her lithe figure unfolding from the couch. The black lace of her bra and panties seemed to drink the morning light. "Candice screamed like a banshee. Not fair for just her to get a spin."
Meninas munched on her food like it was popcorn.
Bambi didn't bee-line for Yoru. Oh no, the opposite, she walked to the kitchen, her hips swaying tauntingly. "Yesterday afternoon, you got lucky. But now?" She turned, leaning back against the kitchen counter, crossing her arms under her C-cup breasts, pushing them up. "I'm wide awake. How about a rematch, pretty boy? Right here. See if you can make me scream."
Meninas's soft pink eyes blinked, moving from Bambietta's defiant posture to Yoru's placid face. She kept eating with a soft smile.
Yoru stood, his dick hanging loosely. He walked toward the kitchen. "A rematch?" he echoed, smiling and stopping just in front of her.
"Yeah," Bambi breathed, her smirk growing. "Unless you're scared. My pussy's a lot tighter than that thunder-slut's. Might break your dick."
He reached out, not for her breasts or between her legs, but to gently tuck a strand of long, dark purple hair behind her ear. The tenderness of the gesture made her breath hitch. "Cute."
That was the wrong thing to say to a tsundere. Her blush deepened into a furious crimson. "C-cute? Don't you dare patronize me!" Her hand shot out and accidentally smacked his cock. Already half-hard from her proximity, it slapped against his stomach. "S-sorry! I-I mean—I'll show you trying."
Bambi spun around, bending over the clean, cool granite of the kitchen counter, presenting her lace-clad ass to him. She peered over her shoulder, purple eyes blazing. "What are you waiting for? An invitation? Fuck me. Fuck me like you mean it, or I'll fucking explode you myself."
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