"Something like this won't kill you," Ichigo told her dismissively. "I'm not even hitting you that hard. And besides..." he added, feeling the hot juices covering his finger, "...it looks like this is turning you on."
Mashiro whimpered.
"...I'm sorry, master..."
Ichigo smiled softly.
"Well, I think you've leaned your lesson, now..." he said, eliciting a joyous cry from Mashiro. He chuckled at the happy expression on her face. "Cute..." he muttered, before turning his attention over to Lisa.
"Oy, you," Ichigo called out to the bespectacled beauty, who was masturbating in the air just above him and Mashiro "Why don't you come down here and help me with Mashiro."
Hiyori, who sitting a good distance away from them, snorted distastefully, causing Lisa to smirk.
"Don't be like that, Hiyori," Lisa lectured nonchalantly as she dropped down to Ichigo and Mashiro's level. "The human body is a beautiful thing, but the joining of two or more bodies in the heat of youthful, forbidden passion is even moreso."
"We ain't humans," Hiyori huffed petulantly, a faint blush on her face and her fingers suspiciously close to her soaking wet pussy. "We're Vizards."
Lisa smiled, kneeling down behind Mashiro as Ichigo stood over her, his penis out. She gently caressed one of Mashiro's red, abused buttocks, eliciting a cute hiss from the girl. Glancing over at the flustered Hiyori, she said,
"And thus we are not bound to any preexisting notions of decency or propriety, human, shinigami, or otherwise."
Lisa then spread Mashiro's buttocks for Ichigo, the girl whimpering as Lisa manhandled her sore cheeks. As Ichigo pressed the tip of his penis against Mashiro's anus, she leaned in to lick the rim, expertly teasing both Ichigo's cock and Mashiro's ass.
Ichigo grunted, forcibly shoving more of his dick in Mashiro's ass as Lisa continued to generously lubricate the two with her saliva, moaning huskily as she did so.
Then Lisa pulled back as Ichigo began to seriously pound Mashiro, and she moved her attention to the girl's pussy. Moving so that her mouth was next to Mashiro's crotch and her crotch was next to Mashiro's mouth, the perverted bookworm mashed her groin into the verdette's face while also mashing her face into the verdette's groin.
And Ichigo continued to ream Mashiro's ass.
Hiyori shivered at the sight, and she whimpered as she felt the longing, burning ache in her pussy. She would never admit it, but she was... not unattracted to her two fellow female Vizards, and Ichigo was also easy on the eyes. But she was too proud to ever actually admit as much.
Still, she could not exactly ignore the burning in her womb. She could not deny the arousal she was feeling.
With a moan, unable to restrain herself any longer, Hiyori plunged her fingers into her pussy as she watched Ichigo pound Mashiro's ass and Mashiro and Lisa eat each other out. She reached deep inside, plunging her fingers in and out as the heat in her pussy continued to build.
She was burning up and panting, face red and body slick with sweat. She writhed and moaned as she masturbated furiously. She was horny, oh so horny, and before she knew it was sticking not just one or two fingers into her cunt, but all five. Her hand was up to its knuckles in her vagina, stretching it out like Ichigo's dick had.
Hiyori's fingers were slick and sticky with her juices as she played with her pussy, and she was panting. Her eyes were nearly rolled back in her head, and she was indiscriminately screaming out Ichigo, Mashiro, and Lisa's names, too horny to care about her reputation at the moment.
As the fingers of one hand delved her cunt, Hiyori raised the other to her chest. Instead of toying with her breasts, however, she traced the cut along her chest, moaning at the slight pain. The wound was faint and barely there, the advanced regeneration afforded to her by her hollow powers having already mostly healed it. It was a shallow cut to begin with, and soon there would be no more trace of it. The same went for the cut on her nose, and her tongue was as whole and healthy as it had ever been.
Her hand then dropped lower down her torso, to her midsection, even as she groaned lustfully and wildly bucked her hips. Her fingers traced part of a straight, ugly scar that seemed to wrap the whole way around her narrow waist.
Anger rose up in the pit of her stomach as she remembered the person who had done it to her... That bastard nearly completely bifurcated her during the Battle of the Fake Karakura Town, and he had done it with insulting ease, an infuriating, vulpine grin on his face.
She remembered the horrible pain, the sensation of having the two halves of her body separated... And, in the throes of blind passion as she neared climax, she imagined it being done to her not by Gin, but by Ichigo...
She came with an almost mournful wail, and collapsed against the outer wall of the Vizard hideout. As the glow of orgasm faded, and Hiyori realized just what she had been fantasizing about prior to coming, she decided with a disturbed shiver to lock that particular fantasy away and never again let it see the light of day.
She was not a freaky pervert, dammit!
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