Bleach: Starting as a Vasto Lorde

Kazuya’s heavy eyelids fluttered open, revealing not the glow of moonlight, but the dull ambiance of a dimly lit bedroom. His new bedroom in the 4th Squad.

Slumbering peacefully on his chest was Yoruichi in her signature black sleeveless undershirt and form-fitting black stretch pants. The peculiar position was perplexing enough, but the sight of his arms bound above his head by a normal-looking rope, combined with the sunlight cascading through the window, had him utterly bewildered.

How in the world did he find himself in such a strange situation after dozing off on his rooftop the previous night?

Even more baffling was his inability to tear through the ropes, despite possessing the strength to pulverize mountains with his bare hands. The special ropes prevented him from channeling his spiritual energy, as if the rope was freezing the flow of his Reiryoku. Though, he was sure he could brute-force through them if he tried to.

As though hearing his struggle with the ropes, Yoruichi’s cat ears twitched. Her eyes slowly opened, and she languidly rubbed them before sitting up. With a long stretch, she shook away the morning lethargy.

“This bed gave me a sore—” Yoruichi’s calm voice trailed off as her gaze drifted downwards, locking with his intense stare. “Oh yeah. I forgot about this.”

Kazuya raised his knee and nudged her back with it. “Did I get drugged and assaulted in my sleep?”

The chances of such a scenario were admittedly slim, but Yoruichi’s unpredictable nature made it difficult to anticipate her actions—most of which were born from spontaneous whims.

Yoruichi’s eyes widened at his accusations. “What gave it away?”

“Wait, it actually happened?”

She covered her mouth and laughed. “I didn’t do anything…”

“Then why am I—”

“Yet,” she finished her previous thought, her golden eyes glinting mischievously and her tail dancing playfully. She leaned down and traced his jaw. “This is my way of making up for my mistakes. You always wanted to be sex friends. I’ll fulfill your fantasy today.”

From the way her eyes crinkled, he could tell how much fun she was having in teasing him. He started to suspect that she had merely used her ‘mistake’ as a pretext to conceal her true affection for him.

“You went to the second division for this special rope.”

“Only place where one can find the rope to subjugate dangerous lawbreakers.”

Kazuya burst into laughter. “Do these guys know their special rope is being used for some kinky bondage play by their former captain?”

“They don’t need to.” Yoruichi gave a flat response and gripped his collar. “Now, be quiet like a good boy and let me do my job.”

“Honestly, you could’ve done that without the rope. Unless this is your kink—”

“Hush now, Kazuya.” She pressed a finger against his lip and squeezed her firm breasts against his chest, her crotch sliding sensually against the bulge in his shorts. “Feeling excited in this situation. Hmmm… Am I that desirable, Sweetheart?”

“More than you can imagine.”

Despite knowing she was teasing him for fun, he gave an honest answer.

The answer made her smile in satisfaction.

“If it makes you feel any better, you have the same effect on me sometimes… These ropes are there to restrain you just as much as they are for me.”

Yoruichi was very sure that he’d take this intimacy beyond her set boundaries, and she would be powerless to resist him. The binding gave her the assurance that things wouldn’t escalate to that final, irreversible act.

The binding would prevent them from having sex.

Although she promised to be his sex friend, she was only going to use her hand and mouth to make him cum over and over until he was satisfied.

“Restraints are for the weak,” he said, throwing a thinly veiled challenge as though to provoke her. “Are you weak, Yoruichi?”

“Oh, I am. I’m just a damsel in distress before the Prince of Hollows.”

And his provocation had zero effect on Yoruichi. She was in the zone, and nothing could stop her.

Placing her hands on the side of his waist, she crawled back until she came face to face with his crotch. With a look of anticipation, she tossed up his shirt and yanked down his shorts.

His fully erect penis, partially from the morning reaction and partially from excitement, sprang free.

“Ah…”

Eyes widening, Yoruichi’s gaze trailed his thick shaft all the way to the glorious crown and gulped.

“It’s really menacing-looking from up-close,” she whispered, her warm breath on his cock sending shivers down his spine. She wrapped her fingers around his skin and gave him a pump. “Almost stiff like a rock, and it smells weird, in a good way. It’s no surprise those ladies look like they will go through a battle royale for this.”

Tying him up like a prisoner, she was fully indulging her curiosity. A curiosity she openly displayed, yet refused to admit.

She gently held up his jewels and stroked his shaft. Her fingers had the same level of dexterity as Sung-Sun, but her movements were more refined. It wasn’t the same refinement that came from experience. Rather she seemed to be trialing and improving by observing his reactions through her sharp gaze.

From gentle to tightly squeezing him, she was giving him what could be called a perfect handjob.

Abruptly, her mouth descended to lay a feather-light kiss right on the tip, his most sensitive spot. She stuck out her tongue and licked the underside of his shaft in a long, slow, upward motion. Her dry tongue tickled and teased him in the best way possible.

“Fuck…” He took a deep breath through a clenched jaw and cursed softly under his breath, fingers contracting in between the rope.

But he recovered quickly, watching her as she tilted her head to the side to sweep her hair out of the way and wrap her lips around the head.

The first time she plunged down, cheeks hollowed out, taking him inch by inch, he grew even stiffer and vented out his feelings by writhing and driving the his hands into the mattress, hard.

Despite his experience, it didn’t take long for Yoruichi to reduce him to incoherence, teasing the ridge of the head with her dry tongue, taking in the length of him slowly again and again, until half of his length was in her mouth. Her hand glided smoothly along his slick shaft, complementing the movement of her mouth.

“Does it feel good?” She blabbered disjointedly with his cock still in her mouth. “Never mind.”

He was breathing heavily, absorbed in pleasure with his eyes closed. His entire torso undulated in sync with his panting, back arching and falling, and from the way his legs squirm around her, she could tell he was dying to be unrestrained.

Dying to grip her face and fuck her mouth before forcefully shoving his seed down her throat.

The very thought sent a shiver down her spine, and a bundle of heat gathered in her belly. Her nipples felt itchy, pleading her to undress and caress them.

‘Oh my lord. The stupid Hollow is influencing me into this.’

Innocently shifting the blame of her own growing mix of lust and love, she swallowed hard and sped up her movements. Even though she couldn’t take him entirely, the portion that her warm mouth and rough tongue pleasured was the most sensitive.

She popped his cock out of her mouth and looked up at him with a smirk. “I never imagined you could make those expressions. You look so cute, though~. I really want to tease you more like this~!”

The satisfaction gained from teasing a helpless Kazuya was even more than her usual teasing and pranks. After all, the man she had restricted could annihilate her in combat and he could take control over this situation if he so wished. But it still excited her to see him helplessly writhing in pleasure under her control.

Rather than answering her, Kazuya suddenly pushed himself off the bed and placed his bound hands on her head. His fingers threaded into her ponytail, and he raised his hips, scraping the back of her throat with his cock. His movements started out slow, more for her sake than his, giving her the time to relax and breathe as he slipped in deeper.

Heat had filled her golden eyes, and her breathing grew ragged. Her heart began beating faster and faster, realizing that her wildest imagination was about to come true.

Unaware of Yoruichi’s growing lust, he increased the pace little by little. Every thrust that brushed the back of her throat punctuated with a low moan.

Breathless, he gripped her ponytail tighter and raised his hips with borderline desperation.

As though knowing what was coming, Yoruichi unconsciously gripped his cock in hand once more, lavishing it with a few final, slow licks. That pushed him over the edge, and he emptied his balls in her mouth, firing ropes of white seed.

Yoruichi winced but didn’t seem to be against swallowing his cum. “W-Why did you have so much?”

He drew back his hands and heaved a long breath. “Didn’t you say you were a virgin? Why the hell are you so good at it?”

She placed a finger on her lip, smiling. “I don’t know.”

Taking his cock in her hand, she rubbed the tip with her thumb. “If I didn’t know any better, I would think it’s normal to stay this energetic after ejaculation.”

“Does that imply you have seen others?”

Yoruichi gripped his knees and rose. Reaching forward to grasp his chin, she held him steadily while maintaining eye contact. “Is my naughty boy jealous?”

“I shouldn’t be?”

She smirked at his whiny response. “Honey traps are the basic techniques taught in the Onmitsukidō Department. Everyone there is taught to pleasure both men and women.”

He cocked his head, frowning. “How many men have you seduced?”

“Never got the chance to put my theoretical knowledge to use. I was always sent on assassination missions. Sneak in, eliminate the target, and get out. The espionage stuff was for my underlings. You could call it a perk for having strength and influence.”

“I see. So, when you said strength, did you mean this?”

She looked confused until she saw the ropes descend from his arms. “Jeez. They shouldn’t come off like that. How did you do it?”

“I just flooded it with Reiryoku. The rope wasn’t made to handle that level of output.”

“Ohh—”

Kazuya grabbed her waist and tossed her on the bed.

Yoruichi perked up and gripped his shoulders. “Why you—”

“Shhhh.” He also got a hold of her shoulders and pinned her down under him. “You know nothing about me if you think you can toy with me without retaliation.”

“What are you gonna do to retaliate? Fondle my titties? Fuck my mouth again? Huh? What will you do?”

She laid on her back, her gaze daring him to touch her. Her brown skin was smooth and the glistening sweat made her look even more alluring. Her revealing clothing did not look obscene at all because the flowing lines from her bust to her waist were just too perfect.

Despite being around beautiful women all the time, even he had to admit she had one of the sexiest bodies. Just looking at her made his arousal ten times worse.

Kazuya traced her jaw before holding her chin. “Don’t worry. My retaliation will be unforgettable.”