A Day with Unohana
Chapter 3
IchigoXUnohana

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
Warning: Lemon! Reverse-Rape!

Ichigo's bedroom
Ichigo POV

Ichigo trembled in terror as the woman turned around, grabbing Ichigo's combat pass. Pressing it against herself, Unohana popped out of her gigai and stashed it in Ichigo's closet. Ichigo thought about running, but from what Unohana had just said regarding Yoruichi, it was doubtful he'd get very far. Walking over to Ichigo she pressed the badge to his chest, making his body crumple to the floor as he stood in his soul reaper outfit. Grabbing his human body, she placed it in the closet next to hers.

Turning back to the boy, Unohana sat down on the bed and shook off her Haori, laying it on a chair. "Now Ichigo. I believe your lack of trust calls for a lesson in humility," she said with scornful eyes. Pointing a finger at Ichigo, the woman quietly muttered a spell. "Bakudo #1: Sai!"

Ichigo's arms were pinned behind his back, making him gasp in shock. Remembering his first meeting with Rukia, Ichigo quickly tried to break the spell but found he was unable. "Having trouble?" Unohana asked with an amused face. "Rukia Kuchiki is highly adept with spells to be sure, but her experience pales in comparison to mine. So don't bother, Ichigo. You won't be breaking that spell."

The boy stood still, scared for his soul, as Unohana's hands went to her braid. His eyes stared at her as she slowly undid the cosmetologically ornate braid, letting her hair spill down her shoulders. His blood froze when she looked up at him. With the braid on, she looked somehow menacing, like her braid was a lock to her darker personality!

"Ichigo…."

The named substitute gulped. He had no idea how his name could sound so…dirty….

"Come here," Unohana beckoned with a finger. Ichigo quickly walked over to the woman, feeling uncomfortable from the kido spell, and waited. "Get on your knees," Unohana commanded. Ichigo's eyes met hers and he wished he hadn't; it was like looking at a blue, bottomless abyss. Getting down on his knees, Ichigo waited and hoped that the woman would be merciful with whatever she had planned….

Unohana reached down and ran a hand through Ichigo's hair. The boy shivered as her delicate fingers ran through his orange hair before caressing his face. Her touch was cool, like a spring breeze, and smooth. But the nice feeling ended when she reached for the back of Ichigo's head, pressing him into her crotch! Unohana grinned as she smothered Ichigo with her cooch. She sighed as she felt Ichigo's yelps and cries reverberate through her. "Ahhh, that's nice…."

Ichigo had to struggle to breath, his mouth and nose being pressed into her womanhood. Not only that, Unohana's thighs closed around his head, keeping him pinned in a skull-crushing vice. After several minutes of this, Unohana finally relented, letting Ichigo up for air. As he gulped down air Unohana went back to running a hand gently through his hair. "That was for your comment yesterday. A little lesson for you, Ichigo: all women have their pride and being called unattractive stamps all over it."

As Ichigo looked up she saw that her expression had marginally softened. "However, you are quite young, so I can easily forgive your ignorance. Tell me," her mouth formed a devious smile, "Have you ever been with a woman? Be honest. I'll know if you're lying," she warned.

Ichigo's face was riddled with embarrassment. "Um…no?"

Unohana's smirk widened. "How strange, a handsome young man like you with no love life? Well then…." She stood up until she was bearing down on top of Ichigo, the boy inches from her. "This should prove to be an enlightening experience for you." She reached for her obi and grabbed one end, guiding it towards Ichigo. "Grab this and pull," she commanded.

Sweating profusely at what was about to happen, Ichigo complied, gripping the sash with his teeth and pulling on it. As the sash came undone, Unohana's hakama descended and her shihakusho loosened. Shrugging out of the black outfit, Unohana stepped out of the pool of clothes and smiled down at the terrified Ichigo. "Well, Ichigo?" said the woman, wearing nothing but her black bra and panties. "Am I really that unattractive?"

Ichigo had to admit, the woman was beautiful, her body just gorgeous, with her sexy curves, her astonishingly large breasts, her slender, elegant legs. He blushed when he saw her camel-toe, peeking through her small underwear. "Well well, looks like you're attracted to older women after all!" Unohana said smirking at the pitched tent in Ichigo's pants. "You look like you're about to burst. Is seeing a woman in her underwear really that erotic for you?"

"Ye…yes…" Ichigo said under his breath. Sadly, Unohana caught that and grinned, making her both beautiful and menacing at once. His heart stopped as she grabbed her zanpakuto, drawing it from its black sheath.

"Ichigo, do be a dear and don't move please," Unohana requested. "It might get messy if you throw off my aim…"

Ichigo squeezed his eyes shut and waited for death to come. He felt the swift air current from her slashes and cringed. After a moment, the room's cool air hit him as his clothes turned to shreds. He opened his eyes and gasped, realizing he was on his knees naked before the woman, sporting a throbbing erection. "Hmmm, not bad, Ichigo, I'm impressed. But…" she quickly sheathed her sword and put it on the dresser before. "I am far from finished."

Unohana walked back over to Ichigo and made the boy gasp as she planted a foot onto his chest, pushing him onto his back. It was uncomfortable for Ichigo since he still had his hands tied behind his back. Getting down on her knees, Unohana smirked as she gripped Ichigo's long, thick shaft. The boy gasped as she gripped him hard. Was she trying to strangle his cock? "It's been so long since I've had a young man at my fingertips…." Ichigo moaned as she steadily began to jerk him off, her smirk widening at Ichigo's pained expression. "Ichigo, tell me, does it feel good?"

All Ichigo could do was moan as she jerked him off, her hand moving faster and faster. "Unohana…" he moaned, bucking his hips into her stroking.

Unohana chuckled at Ichigo's reaction. "Good, Ichigo. But I'm curious on how you'll react…" Ichigo gasped, his eyes going wide, as Unohana pushed a finger into his backdoor! "…With a little stimulus?"

As an expert medic with several lifetimes of experience with the human body, Unohana quickly found Ichigo's prostate, making him see spots as he felt the rising sensation in his balls overcome him. He squeezed his eyes shut and groaned as he lost it. "Cumming!" he shouted as he shot his load up into the air, staining Unohana's hand in white cum as she continued to laugh mirthlessly at how easily the boy crumbled.

Ichigo panted, sweating heavily as Unohana sat back, removing her finger and licking the cum off her hand. "Hmm, you taste quite good, Ichigo. You've got a strong taste, and yet it's remarkably sweet. But…" her eyes narrowed and she put on her "scary but nice" face. "It'll break Lieutenant Kuchiki and Miss Inoue's hearts when I tell them you're a quickshot. It's quite disappointing." She sat back and sighed in faux exasperation. "You'll make it up to me won't you, Ichigo?"

"Yes, Captain Unohana…" Ichigo said, trying to sit up. "May…may I please have my arms back?" he asked politely.

Raising an eyebrow, Unohana observed the substitute for a moment, her head turning side to side as she continued to smile. "Very well then. I can see you're finally learning some cordiality." Smiling, she smoothly crawled on top of Ichigo, pressing her barely naked body against his. Reaching around him, she undid the binding to her kido spell. Ichigo was relieved when he moved his arms out from behind him, his bad posture corrected. Looking up, he saw the beautiful captain lying on top of him, gripping his manhood again. "You know, Ichigo. Kaido is a very versatile technique."

"Kaido?"

"Hmm… perhaps Lieutenant Kuchiki didn't tell you. Kaido is our word for healing kido. As I was saying, it's a wondrous technique. It can heal a broken body; restore a person's spirit energy, even…" Ichigo stared in shock as his cock suddenly sprung back to life. "Revitalize a man's stamina. That's right, Ichigo…" she laid her head on his shoulder and kissed his cheek. "I can keep you going for as long as I want."

Straddling Ichigo's lap, she reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Ichigo stared at her uncovered breasts, unable to stop staring at her luscious mounds. Laying down, Unohana pressed her naked chest against Ichigo's, earning more moans from the boy. "Ichigo," she said as her face was right in front of Ichigo's. "Answer me truthfully: Am I beautiful?"

His cock continued to rub against her panty-covered snatch, feeling her warm honeypot through the soft fabric. "Yes…" Ichigo whispered as his hands cupped her firm ass. "You're so beautiful…"

Unohana's smile went from cold to warm. "Good answer. And for your reward…." Turning Ichigo's head, Unohana's lips inched towards Ichigo's. "Pucker up…." Ichigo moaned as Unohana kissed her, her hands digging into his orange hair. Unohana's expert tongue deftly defeated Ichigo's, letting her sink into his mouth to taste his hot orifice. Ichigo continued to grip Unohana's rump as Unohana devoured his mouth in the hot and heavy kiss, rubbing his throbbing cock against her pussy.

Pulling away from the kiss, Unohana grinned as she got up. Ichigo tried to sit up but Unohana kept a heel on his chest, keeping him on the floor. "Now then, Ichigo…" she reached down and removed her wet panties, revealing her swollen lips, topped by a patch of black hair. "Shall we have some fun?" she grinned wickedly. Straddling Ichigo's lap, she grabbed Ichigo's throbbing cock and rubbed the head against her wet lips. "But a word of warning, Ichigo…" she looked down at Ichigo and her menacing face returned. "If you cum before I'm satisfied, I'll take my time as I fist you while crushing your balls…."

Ichigo gulped.

Lowering herself, Unohana slowly sank down onto Ichigo's cock, hissing as her pussy was stretched. "Ohhh…" she moaned, her hands going to her breasts, fondling them. "It's big…" She sank right down to Ichigo's hilt. Smiling, she rolled her hips, earning a groan from Ichigo. Planting her hands on Ichigo's stomach, she lifted herself up. "Ahhh…"

As Unohana slowly began to ride Ichigo she began to quicken her pace, feeling Ichigo's hard cock go deeper and deeper into her. Beneath her, Ichigo moaned uncontrollably, lost in the feel of her hot and wet womanhood. "Ah! Unohana!" His hands went to her waist, gripping her hot body as he began to thrust up into her hot honeypot, making her breasts bounce as he continued to piston into her. "Ah! Ah!"

Unohana smiled down at Ichigo as she saw his lustful expression. "Now now, Ichigo," she scolded like a teasing mother, "Remember not to lose your head. I suppose I'll have to take control of things." Grabbing Ichigo's hands, Unohana put them above the boy's head, keeping him pinned as she rode him. Ichigo saw her swaying breasts, just inches from his face and stared, mesmerized by their playful bouncing. "Ahhh…this feels so good!" Unohana moaned, throwing her head back as she bounced harder on Ichigo's cock. "It's been so long since I had a real man inside me!" she groaned, unable to stop her hips anymore. Her body was now moving with a mind of its own, almost as if it lived solely to spear itself on Ichigo's cock.

Unable to control himself, Ichigo craned his neck up and licked her swaying breasts, sucking on her pink nipple with fervor. Unohana cooed in pleasure as her bust was sucked, Ichigo moaned at the sweet taste of Unohana's skin as he licked at the swollen bud. In response, Unohana let go of Ichigo's hands, feeling close to sweet release.

Sitting up, Ichigo wrapped his arms around her as he continued to suck on her breasts, Unohana now bouncing on his lap. Looking up, he saw how Unohana's eyes had glazed over with lust, her mouth spewing moans with each slide of his cock. Going back to her breasts, Ichigo continued to suckle her as his hands went to her peachy ass, gripping it tight and making her moan louder as his cock dove deeper into her. He could feel that hot, burning feeling embrace his balls but held on for as long as he could, knowing what the consequences of cumming before Unohana were.

Thankfully Ichigo didn't have to hold it in for much longer. Arching her back, Unohana saw stars as her toes curled. Ichigo cringed as her nails sunk into his shoulder, leaving marks for later. "Fuck! FUCK! FUCK!" Unohana screamed. It'd been so long since she'd talked dirty and now she couldn't stop saying the F word. "FUCKKKKK! I'M CUMMING!" she shrieked, her body tensing up.

"Can't…hold…ON!" Ichigo gasped, burying his face into Unohana's cleavage. "Cumming!" he shouted into her busty chest.

The two reached sweet release together. Ichigo felt her hot hole tighten around him, almost begging him to shoot his load inside her as her juices gushed from her plugged hole, staining his lap. Unohana gasped, seeing white as her pussy was flooded by hot stickiness, completely filling her up. "So warm…" she cooed, keeping her arms wrapped around Ichigo's head. "My pussy feels like it's melting…."

As Ichigo shot the last of his sticky salvo into her cunt, he fell backward. Unohana went down with him, smothering his face with her chest as they both hit the ground, rolling onto their sides. The two sweaty Soul Reapers panted as they rode out their highs, keeping their bodies glued to each other.

Recovering first, Unohana kissed Ichigo's forehead, giggling at his dazed and tired expression. "So, Ichigo. I assume you learned your lesson about older women?"

Panting heavily Ichigo nodded. "Yes…I'm sorry for what I said. I'd be happy to take you around town again, without Yoruichi looking over us…."

"Hmm…while I haven't quite forgiven you, Ichigo, I will accept your apology…as soon as the dawn comes…." Ichigo was about to ask what she meant when she slipped her Kaido into his body, making his soft cock spring back to life inside her….

The Next Morning….

Ichigo opened his eyes. '…Am I dead?"

Sitting up, Ichigo felt his badly bruised body ache in pain. His body was littered with scratches, bite marks and bruises. 'Well…at least she didn't keep her promise to anally fist me….' Looking over, he blushed at the angel in his bed.

Ichigo's shifting stirred Unohana from her slumber. Opening a blue eye, she looked and saw Ichigo looking down on her. Yawning, she sat up. "Good morning, Ichigo." She stretched, feeling her bones pop back into place. She'd had a lot of pent up aggression that she'd burned through last night, feeling refreshed and calm now that she'd gotten it out of her system. Looking at Ichigo's battered body she giggled, amused at her own handiwork. "Are you ok, Ichigo? You look a little battered."

"I'm fine, Captain. I've had a lot worse." Getting up, Ichigo got back into his body and got dressed. Unohana followed suit, getting back into her gigai.

"So…are you ready, Ichigo?"

Turning around, Ichigo saw that Unohana was smiling at him again. "For what?"

"You did promise me that you'd escort me around town again, did you not?" she said, smiling just a little deviously. Walking over to him, she kissed him on the cheek. "I'm feeling like curry for breakfast so we should get a move on."

Ichigo watched as the woman left, feeling scared all over again….

The End