#ichiriru

Ichigo's as sure about his direction as the very first time he walked these streets, but, this time, something seems to guide him. Someone, a voice... muttering directions in his head. Go right, around that corner, turn here. There, that building.

He follows it without thinking.

The entrance is wide and ornate, no one's walking around the city anymore... but he's sure here's where they are waiting; beyond these doors. The mossy wood creaks, and beyond a strange feeling welcomes him. Driving his blood to pump faster.

His steps grow quicker, more imaptient, his heart beating steady but beating harsh against his ribcage; he... he can smell them, everyone he's met, right at the end of the hall, beyond another set of doors.

But it's quiet... too quiet. Like he's too early somehow.

He breathes in a few calming breaths, relax, this is all so new... perhaps he should slow down a little- oh? What's this?

He opens a door to his right, sure he'll find someone hiding. It's a dark closet, except for a few gentle, blinking lights, and... huh, Riruka. In full display.

His head twists to the side, like an animal unsure, and Riruka just looks happy to see him.

"Oh, good, I wasn't sure my spells would work on you, but here you are!" Riruka says cheerily, despite being tangled in cables and almost thrown down on the mess, like a forgotten ragdoll. "Come, come!"

Something's different, a lot has changed recently. Now he takes the opportunity as soon as it's offered to him, and perhaps would've even if it hadn't. Without thinking, Ichigo unbuttons his pants and throws them off in a couple strides; Riruka's arms calling to him as much as they can with the lights tangled around them.

Her giggles near insane, and driving him crazy too.

"Do you know? Do you know now?" She mutters, hurried, wiggling her hips when Ichigo climbs over her, curls right over her small frame. "Why you're here? You're special, very special, Ichigo~!" She continues her blabbering.

Ichigo can feel a growl crawling up his chest, his hips rutting with need, and clawing at the floor in hopes he won't claw up her skin- although she might very well enjoy that. "I don't. And I... I don't care." He grunts finally, the tip of his cocks catching at the entrance of her slick pussy and pushing to no avail.

Riruka gasps, half in pain and half in need, spreading her legs wider like somehow that'd allow both to fit. Ichigo pulls back just enough to allow merely one inside, and fucks in right to the root. Riruka cries out against his chest, pulling on the lights and clamping down on his length; her knees locked tight around his waist.

"Haah-ah- haha! See, you're special- very special-" Riruka pants between laughter, moans ringing in her voice, "it's why I've wanted you, ever since I saw you~ I had to get a taste before Grimmjow got to you-"

"G-" and a full growl leaves his chest, and his body curls tighter around the jellyfish with need, his hand a tight fist as his thrusts become violent; his hips hitting her ass loudly. Riruka's loud wails muffled against his chest. "Grimmjow- hah, is- is he the reason I-?"

Riruka laughs tierdly, moaning on every breath, "no silly, hAH! But he's taken a liking to you, you know? He won't let you go once he has you- he won't! It's why he was chosen, see? Because you crave him too, don't you? HaHH- ahh- hahah- you- you do!"

Something akin to anger, but not quite, bubbles up in his chest making him fuck her harder, meaner; til her neverending spew of words turns to senseless screams. He wants him, of course he does. Doesn't mean he'll let him own him just like that.

First... he's got to make sure his rightful place is known to all.