The New Mrs. Kurosaki
OrihimeXIsshin
Chapter 1
A.N.: This takes place after the Lost Substitute Arc but before the Thousand Year Blood-War arc.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, nor do I own any of the characters
Warning: Lemon!

Kurosaki Residence

Orihime knocked on the door to Ichigo's home. A bag of freshly made bread lay in her hand. Ichigo had invited her over to finally try some of her bread, which made her giddy to say the least. She'd wanted to get Ichigo alone for a while now to tell her how she felt about him. She wasn't sure if the feeling was mutual but all the same, she had to tell him.

She was about to knock again when it finally opened. To her dismay it was not Ichigo but rather his father, Isshin Kurosaki. "Hello there, Mr. Kurosaki. Is Ichigo home? I've some bread he wanted to try out, baked fresh!"

The older man shook his head. "No, he had to go out with Rukia about 15 minutes to hunt a pack of hollows prowling the town. You can wait here until he gets back though." He stepped to the side and let the young girl come inside.

Walking into the living room Orihime silently pouted as she sat down onto the couch, setting the bag down on the coffee table in front of it. She had a perfect opportunity to confess her love to Ichigo but now he was out with Rukia. Though she cared for her friend, that tiny miniscule part of her brain that contained her loathing and spite chafed at the fact that Rukia got to spend so much time with Ichigo. She noticed, however, how silent the house was as Isshin sat down on the couch next to her. "Um… where are Ichigo's sisters?"

"Yuzu and Karin are over at a friend's for a sleepover for the weekend." Isshin reached for a bottle of wine that was sitting on the table and poured him a tiny glass. "Excuse me for drinking, Orihime. As a doctor I need something that helps calm the nerves and keeps my hands steady. Wine's the best solution for it."

Orihime shook her head. "Its fine, Mr. Kurosaki. Since we're waiting for Ichigo, do you wanna try a sample of my bread?"

Isshin smiled at the happy girl. "I'd love to." Orihime happily reached into the bag and pulled out a loaf of fresh bread, tearing it into two pieces and sharing one half with Isshin. As she bit down on her piece she looked over to the far wall and saw a poster of a woman with light-brown hair. "That woman in the poster is that Ichigo's mom?" she asked curiously.

Isshin nodded as he swallowed the piece of bread in his mouth. "Yes, that's my wife, Masaki. She's Ichigo's, Yuzu's and Karin's mother."

Orihime smiled as she looked at the woman who used to be Ichigo's whole world. "She's quite beautiful…" Isshin smiled warmly at the girl and was about to thank her when Orihime started coughing.

Grabbing another glass from the table Isshin quickly poured her a glass and held it up to her lips. "Here, drink this. It'll help wash down the bread."

Orihime graciously drank it down, regaining her normal breathing again. "Thank you," she said.

"I'm sorry about the wine but it was the quickest thing I had on hand." Isshin felt a little bad for giving a minor alcohol.

Orihime shook her head. "Oh, it's alright, sir. Besides, the wine actually made the bread taste a little better!" she said with a smile on her face. To prove her point she took another sip of wine and took another bite out of her bread, smiling as she tasted the conflicting tastes coming together.

Isshin, who had heard all about Orihime's curious taste buds from Ichigo, curiously tried the bread and wine together and found it to be quite delicious. The way the two tastes came together was almost… sinful.

Heading for the kitchen for a few moments, Isshin came back with more wine. "Let's try some more of your bread while we're waiting, Orihime."

Several glasses of wine later….

Orihime's head was swimming. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt like this. Setting down the glass before she could spill its contents, Orihime stared at Isshin for a few minutes before turning away, her cheeks blushing. Isshin, feeling the buzz of the wine coursing through him, raised an eyebrow. "What's the matter, Orihime?"

It took a few moments for the inebriated Orihime to answer, still not looking him in the face. "It's just… I just realize how much you and Ichigo look alike… I can see where he gets his handsome face…."

Isshin chuckled at Orihime's bashfulness and scooted closer to her. "You know, Orihime, I don't understand why you like Ichigo when he's such a dunce sometimes." Isshin put an arm around her and pulled her until her body meshed with his. "Why anyone would fail to notice such a beautiful woman like you is beyond me." The girl's smile made the man's blood run south.

Orihime giggled as she continued to stare into the man's eyes. They seemed to draw her in. "Mr. Kurosaki…" she said weakly, her face drawing near his.

Running a hand through Orihime's orange hair, Isshin softly whispered "Shhh, call me Isshin…." Isshin closed the distance between them, sealing her mouth with his. Orihime melted into the kiss, opening her mouth so her tongue could entangle with his. Isshin, who'd never kissed another pair of lips since Masaki died years ago, wrapped his arms around the girl, his hands weaving into her orange locks. Leaning back, Isshin pulled the girl onto him as he lay back on the couch.

"Mmmmh," moaned Orihime into Isshin's mouth. Both their mouths tasted of wine and it only intoxicated them further as they tasted it off each other's tongues. As soon as Orihime pulled away Isshin came back for more. His hands, skilled from both his trade and marriage, caressed her body sweetly. As Orihime pulled away from the kiss again Isshin attacked her neck, finding the spot where her moans grew loudest.

"Isshin…" the girl whispered as she kissed him again. The older man's hands went to cup her round booty, squeezing her firm cheeks.

The girl gasped as Isshin pushed her up, standing up. "C'mon, let's take this to my room." The part of his mind that was still rational felt guilty doing this in front of his wife's picture. Gently, Isshin lifted her up and carried her bridal style. It took less than a minute for the drunken pair to make it to the master bedroom. Gently, Isshin laid Orihime down onto the bed before pulling his shirt off and undoing his belt. Orihime blushed madly at the sight of the older man's broad, built physique. His hands went to her school uniform, quickly divulging the girl of her school jacket and shirt. Same with her skirt and belt, the man quickly peeling them off of Orihime as fast as he could.

As the two were stripped down to their underwear Isshin got on top of Orihime again. Orihime shivered as his large hands caressed her naked sides. As he leaned down to kiss her again he cupped her large breasts, still covered by a white bra. Orihime arched her back and let Isshin's skilled hands traveled beneath her, unclipping her bra. As her lovely chest was revealed her hand went below to his black boxers, palming the bulge in his pants. "Isshin…" she gasped as the man continued to fondle her. Isshin had to admit, the girl was well developed where it counted. Already the girl was groaning and writhing beneath her. As he crawled down her body, hearing the girl's breath hitch as his mouth kissed its way down, he gripped her white panties and pulled.

Maybe it was the alcohol but Orihime felt a thrill surge through her as she lay nude before the man. The way the man was looking at her made her hide her face behind her face as she blushed. Isshin chuckled as he pulled her hands from her face. "Don't be embarrassed," he whispered into her ear. "You're quite beautiful."

"Isshin…" Orihime whispered.

"Yes?"

Gently, she pushed the older man onto his back. "I…I want to see you naked too." Without any trepidation she pulled off the man's boxers, gasping as his cock sprung up. "Oh my!" she said as she stared in fascination. "It's so big!"

Sitting back against the wall, Isshin gently nudged Orihime's head down to his cock. "Why don't you try licking it," he gently said.

Curiosity got the best of her. Orihime leaned down and gently licked the tip. "It's so hot…" she moaned before resuming her licking. Isshin threw his head back and sighed as the teen licked his shaft up and down. She moaned hotly as she got a good taste of Isshin's thick manhood, her brain finding the taste delicious.

As her mouth wrapped around the head of his cock, Isshin's hand pressed down on her hand. Orihime's eyes widened as his shaft filled her mouth, her tongue flattening by the large girth. Being her, she managed to suppress her gag-reflex as the tip dove past her throat. Her eyes looked up and saw Isshin's face light up with pleasure.

Isshin could feel his balls start to swell, but didn't want to cum at that moment. Stopping Orihime, he pulled her away from his cock and took deep breaths, letting that rising surge die down. Orihime lay back on the bed panting, feeling dizzy after her first time giving head. As hands touched her she looked up and saw that Isshin was spreading her legs. "Are you ready, Orihime?" he asked tenderly, caressing her cheek.

"Uh huh." Orihime nodded and braced herself. Not wanting to hurt the girl, Isshin rubbed the head of his cock against her entrance, making her coo and moan beneath him. Seeing the girl shiver as he slipped the head into her wet entrance, Isshin kissed her and wrapped his arms around her. Orihime broke the kiss and groaned as she felt his thick manhood stretch her. With a single thrust, Isshin turned her into a woman, claiming her virginity.

Isshin's arms kept her still as she cringed in pain, her barrier torn. Isshin kissed away the tears from her eyes as she struggled to breathe. Suddenly he had a moment of Déjà vu from when he deflowered Masaki. "Just relax, Orihime, breathe…" he instructed. After a moment Orihime's pain finally subsided and she looked up at Isshin, nodding. The elder Kurosaki took it as a signal to go. Taking his time, Isshin slowly pulled out, enjoying the feel of her slick walls as they tried to suck him back in. Orihime groaned as Isshin slowly pushed back into her, the pain of her torn barrier fading as pleasure snaked up her spine.

The bed groaned beneath the two as Isshin quickened his pace, grunting as he embraced the unbelievable tightness of Orihime's snatch. Looking down he saw Orihime's breasts bouncing with each thrust and smiled. Orihime's eyes widened as Isshin pushed a boob up and licked her hardened nipple, giving her twice the pleasure.

Deciding that the missionary position was a little too boring, Isshin halted his movements, much to Orihime's disappointment. Pulling out, Isshin lay on his side and spooned Orihime. While one hand gripped her breast, feeling her quickening heartbeat in his palm, the other raised her leg. Orihime gasped as Isshin reentered her, her pussy eagerly welcoming his cock as it slid back into her. "Oh! Isshin! I feel so good!"

Isshin chuckled as he pressed his face into her hair. Whispering into Orihime's ear, Isshin said "That means you've become a real woman, Orihime." Turning her head, Orihime captured Isshin's lips as her toes curled, the boiling sensation in her stomach boiling over. Letting go of her leg, Isshin firmly gripped Orihime's tits as he fucked her with all his might. Orihime broke the kiss and wailed in pleasure as Isshin's thick meat dominated her pussy. "Isshin! ISSHIIIIIIIIN!" she screamed as she felt the balloon in her burst.

"ORIHIME!" Isshin roared into her ear as he lost all control, his cock exploding inside her. Holding the schoolgirl still as she convulsed in his arms, Isshin sighed deeply as he filled the girl with his sperm. Orihime, for her part, moaned deeply as she felt warmth fill her womb.

Pulling out, Isshin held the girl close. Orihime turned around and snuggled into Isshin's chest as she closed her eyes. "Isshin…" was all she could say before she softly fell asleep. Isshin chuckled as he ran a hand through her sweaty orange-hair, soaking up her warmth. His thoughts, however, were disturbed when a voice cut through the room.

"DAD! WHAT THE FUCK!"

Looking up he saw Ichigo and Rukia standing in the doorway. Rukia's face made a tomato look white in comparison but her expression didn't come close to Ichigo's. His jaw would've came off if his skin wasn't wrapped around it, his eyes swiveling in their sockets as his brain tried to process the information they were sending it. The sight of his naked dad with an equally naked Orihime in a room that smelled of sweat and sex was too much for Ichigo, who promptly fainted….

To Be Continued….