Bleach: Cero Devastador

From evening to morning, from when the moon was at its highest to the point the sun began to rise; I never let go of Sakuya's body. I did her in many positions, broadening her horizons to the pleasure men and women could share when they put their minds to it. 

She who had previously experienced abuse, only had terrible nightmares when it came to the realm of intimacy. It is not the first case I have seen; in most cases, a woman who has experienced such a thing would be unable to get herself in the mood even with the person she loves.

That was not Sakuya's case–because I wasn't even going to give her the chance. There was a lot more pent-up tension within me than I thought. I roughed her up, I used Sakuya's body to release that tension... and I wasn't kind at all. 

I fucked her well beyond the point of satisfaction and basked on that sinful body of hers that I was convinced was plump yet athletic, perfect for a woman who wanted to get into swordsmanship. But since she was not that type of person, I could only do the next best thing with that body: fuck it.

The brightness coming off the windows of my room told me it was quite late. I'd usually begin my morning training before dawn, but we took our dear time. 

"Uff…" I exhaled a breath of pleasure and rose, taking the now exhausted and limp Muramasa out of that puffy-swollen and thoroughly filled-up cave.

Sakuya lay on her back panting with her legs spread wide in a rather shameful position, her hands were still fiercely clenching the bedsheets as if she was experiencing an aftertaste of her orgasms. Her gaze on the ceiling looked lost and unfocused. The bed underneath was still drenching in her lusty liquids that mixed up with mine.

Her lewd position on my bed resembled someone who had just gone through life ordeals and reawakenings. A small trail of semen cascaded down her pitiful vagina that had eaten more than it could handle.

I cummed inside without minding the consequences or asking for permission. 

All in all, Sakuya was not ready for her morning routine of making breasts together with Mikoto for all of us, sewing my destroyed clothing or even cleaning the house. Her vagina was swollen and puffy, her neck all filled with hickies, her breasts and nipples had bitemarks, and her fat butt was red from so much clapping.

I treated her like someone who doesn't care about her past, in all ways. And even in that state, I pinched her nipple slightly to bring her back from the trance and she yelped. That same sinful hand crawled up to her mouth where I stuck a finger inside her mouth. 

She obediently stuck out her tongue to lick it how I taught her, I could only smirk.

"How was it?".

"Amazing~" Her countenance was dreamy, gone was that pesky past in her memories. What we did last night was Sakuya's new definition of sex. When getting fucked was not something to be ashamed of, but instead, something glorious. 

I grinned in satisfaction and stuck another finger in, I allowed her to lick them naughtily, any more than this would get us ready for yet another session, but I didn't want that.

"What part exactly? Huh? Which part did you like the best? be honest~"

"I-I loved it from behind! I-In front of the window from behind... can we do that again next time?" She requested longingly with a bit of embarrassment, shameful words that would have never left that pretty mouth if not for the complete ravaging that I had done to her. 

I nodded, for sure there would be a next time, many even. I pulled her sweet tongue out.

"Sure~"

"Ahn!~" Instead of shrieking, Sakuya moaned. I made sure to ingrain in her the joys of pleasure in pain. Once that tongue was completely out, I leaned down to kiss her... we shared that morning kiss and I saw that begging expression as if she was expecting me to make a move, ignoring the fact that we had already been doing it for quite a while. 

"Come on, enough sex. I want a nice meal and a good fight" I stood up to have a shower and go, but she pulled my wrist, stopping me. 

"W-What about you, Ryōma... how was it?". Her stuttering countenance looked as if the sole purpose of her being was for me to answer that question.

"You were amazing, Sakuya".

...

I took a shower on my own, and when I came off Sakuya was still in bed and had a hard time even lifting herself off it. I sighed and carried her to the shower, then proceeded to clean her up. I had to take at least that much responsibility. Afterwards, I carried her to her room, the house was oddly silent even though everyone was up. 

"You didn't have to" She mumbled and dressed up, her movements were a bit clumsy, but she was getting back on track.

"I had to, don't worry..."

When we reached the main room, Murasaki was in one corner reading his newspapers. Ryosuke and Ryota were in another corner playing around with some toys. Mikoto was in the kitchen making breakfast, or at least she tried to prep everything for Sakuya to take over. 

"G-Good morning" Sakuya mumbled, a bit embarrassed. 

Only now she noticed her moans last night were so loud everyone might as well have heard them. 

"It is noon tough" Murasaki said, he looked at me one time, showed me a thumbs up, then got back to his newspapers. I don't know what this guy is thinking. 

"Big brother how was the fight yesterday!" Ryosuke asked me, the boy jumped on my shoulders.

"It was the greatest fight I've had so far" I answered honestly, I couldn't wait to fight Kurayami again.

"Big sister Sakuya was screaming so hard, you must have won, right?~ there is no way big brother would lose!"

!!!

"H-Huh" I was left momentarily stumbled, Sakuya who had been drinking a cup of water spit it right out. 

"Mikoto said you two were wrestling yesterday!" Ryota commented, we all looked at the blonde who was blushing while cutting vegetables in silence, she wasn't going to join this conversation. 

"Yes, we were wrestling! I-I lost... I lost hehehe, I couldn't defeat your big brother!" Sakuya trembled and tried to explain herself while sending me frowns and complaints as if I was the one who screamed like a pig in a slaughterhouse all night. 

Washing her up and taking care of the child if she were to be pregnant was as much responsibility as I was going to take in this matter.

So I put Hebimaru and Shitsutora out of their sheaths and on the table, then went to retrieve my materials to begin my maintenance process until lunch was finished. 

A high-quality ceramic whetstone, and my own self-made grapeseed oil. 

'N-No, wait!–' I heard Shitsutora's distressed yet expectant howl in my mind, I also felt Hebimaru's anticipation. 

Every time I fight I do proper maintenance to my sword afterwards to make sure there are no indentations, bending, scratches or overall issues in their performance. 

'W-We Zampakutos don't need this! S-So long as I can have your Reiryoku–'

"Didn't you say you don't want to get impregnated with my Reiryoku?~ shut up and enjoy".

'No!'.