New Toys Arrive
AnimeVore,GTS,GT,Shrink,Unbirth,AnalVore
chapter 40
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
Where the sounds of gunfire and stomping feet had once echoed, a much louder, more primal noise shook the damaged street. Still excited from the anti-climatic battle against the Japanese army and still feeling the effects of her artillery related orgasm, Orihime had wasted no time getting onto her knees and grabbing her favorite toy in the whole world. Ichigo was left to stand and let out deafening moans as Orihime rhythmically moved her soft hands over his manhood. She began slowly at first, but then faster to a steadily pulse her hand up and down, giggling mindlessly as Ichigo’s moans grew louder. One hand was used on the shaft, while the other lightly fondled Ichigo’s hairy balls. While Ichigo was feeling only pleasure from the handjob, Orihime felt a mix of pride and joy that she was able to make her giant lover tremble at her touch.
“Does Ichi-coo love his Orihime?” The sexpot giantess cooed as she pumped faster and played with his balls. Orihime rolled Ichigo’s testicle around her fingers, feeling the hair on the sack tickle her palm. She loved the texture and warmth of Ichigo’s whole private region. It always made her feel alive to be near Ichigo’s crotch and hear him cry out in pleasure. It made her feel like a woman when she heard Ichigo whimper for her.
“YYYYYEEEEEESSSSSS!” Ichigo hissed through clenched teeth as his body tensed. His eyes were squeezed shut as Orihime kept moving her hand up and down his shaft without pausing once. Even as she talked and giggled, her pace never slowed down. Ichigo’s whole world became those soft fingers, moving up and down his hardened shaft. He fought of climaxing as hard as he could. He wanted to enjoy every second of this and refused to let it end early because of pre-ejaculation.
“Does Ichi-coo want his Orihime to use her mouth?” Orihime licked her lips as she kept her gaze on the angry purple tip of Ichigo’s cock. A tiny drop of precum hung from the helmet, like a white raindrop. All Orihime wanted to do was lick that tiny precious drop off the tip and then suck as much as she could out until Ichigo was dry. But first, she wanted Ichigo to say it. Hearing him say the words would only make his seed sweeter.
“YYYYYEEEEEESSSSSS!” Ichigo’s voice shook as he pleaded for Orihime to place her hot, slippery maw around his throbbing manhood. He had felt her lips encircle his cock before, but he needed it again. He watched Orihime smile sexily up at him and open her mouth wide. She was going to swallow him to the root, deep throating his monster with her tiny mouth. Ichigo trembled as she leaned forward, mouth yawning, saliva dripping from her lips, ready to take him into her mouth.
“Hehehehe,” Orihime tittered, breaking her decent onto Ichigo. Something zoomed above Ichigo’s head, nearly clipping his spiky, orange locks. Ichigo looked dumbly up, seeing dozens of fighter planes circling around him and Orihime. They were dropping bombs on top the pair, which hadn’t been noticed in the haze of Hormones. A bomb had struck Orihime near her shoulder blades, tickling her armpit with harmless shrapnel. Ichigo looked at Orihime, hoping that she would want to continue where they had left off before the bombing, but when he saw her eyes light up, he knew that she had found some new toys to play with and he had been all but forgotten.
“Planes!” Orihime squealed as the fighter planes continued to drop everything they had on her head, causing no reaction what soever from the six hundred foot and counting giantess. Completely forgetting about what she had been doing, Orihime jumped back to her feet and reached up, fingers grasping for a toy. The fighter planes twisted in midair away from the greedy hands. All got away, but one, which Orihime plucked out of the sky like it was an apple hanging from a tree. Holding the still rocketing aircraft in her hands, Orihime poked at it and smiled at the terrified pilot still inside.
“Look Ichi-coo, I got one!” Orihime excitedly showed her boyfriend, who huffed in righteous anger over his girlfriend leaving him mid-stroke to play with a plane. Frowning at being ignored, Orihime pouted at Ichigo cutely.
“What’s wrong? You’re not jealous of your Orihime’s plane are you?” Ichigo said nothing; he just turned his head away with a frown on his face. He had been ready to have a good time, but Orihime had just left him with a rock hard errection without a second thought. So much for his monster being her favorite toy.
“Don’t be jealous Ichi-coo,” Orihime smoothly said and got to her knees with the plane still tightly in hand. Ichigo refused to give Orihime any attention and remained impassive, that is until she grasped his member in her free hand. Ichigo’s eyes darted down to see Orihime measuring the fighter plane against his penis. “See, this plane isn’t half the size of my mini-Ichi-coo. You don’t have to feel inadequate.”
Ichigo sighed, he wasn’t feeling insecure, he just didn’t like being ignored in the middle of sex. He started to explain when the terrified pilot did something that took the words out of Ichigo’s mouth. In a blind panic, the pilot had hot the ejector button and had been shot out of the plane. He would be landing safely if Orihime hadn’t been holding the plane at an angel in front of her face. The pilot shot out of the planes cockpit, flying strait at Orihime’s face and as luck would have it, Orihime’s mouth was wide open and right in his path. Ichigo watched the pilot shot right past Orihime’s teeth, over and tongue and go strait towards the back of her throat. He had to have hit something because Orihime snapped her mouth closed and swallowed in reflex. A tiny lump, no bigger then a grape, moved down her long elegant throat and disappeared into her body.
A moment of silence passed, as Orihime realized what she had swallowed. Orihime would be the one to end the silence with a single word.
“Does Ichi-coo love his Orihime?” The sexpot giantess cooed as she pumped faster and played with his balls. Orihime rolled Ichigo’s testicle around her fingers, feeling the hair on the sack tickle her palm. She loved the texture and warmth of Ichigo’s whole private region. It always made her feel alive to be near Ichigo’s crotch and hear him cry out in pleasure. It made her feel like a woman when she heard Ichigo whimper for her.
“YYYYYEEEEEESSSSSS!” Ichigo hissed through clenched teeth as his body tensed. His eyes were squeezed shut as Orihime kept moving her hand up and down his shaft without pausing once. Even as she talked and giggled, her pace never slowed down. Ichigo’s whole world became those soft fingers, moving up and down his hardened shaft. He fought of climaxing as hard as he could. He wanted to enjoy every second of this and refused to let it end early because of pre-ejaculation.
“Does Ichi-coo want his Orihime to use her mouth?” Orihime licked her lips as she kept her gaze on the angry purple tip of Ichigo’s cock. A tiny drop of precum hung from the helmet, like a white raindrop. All Orihime wanted to do was lick that tiny precious drop off the tip and then suck as much as she could out until Ichigo was dry. But first, she wanted Ichigo to say it. Hearing him say the words would only make his seed sweeter.
“YYYYYEEEEEESSSSSS!” Ichigo’s voice shook as he pleaded for Orihime to place her hot, slippery maw around his throbbing manhood. He had felt her lips encircle his cock before, but he needed it again. He watched Orihime smile sexily up at him and open her mouth wide. She was going to swallow him to the root, deep throating his monster with her tiny mouth. Ichigo trembled as she leaned forward, mouth yawning, saliva dripping from her lips, ready to take him into her mouth.
“Hehehehe,” Orihime tittered, breaking her decent onto Ichigo. Something zoomed above Ichigo’s head, nearly clipping his spiky, orange locks. Ichigo looked dumbly up, seeing dozens of fighter planes circling around him and Orihime. They were dropping bombs on top the pair, which hadn’t been noticed in the haze of Hormones. A bomb had struck Orihime near her shoulder blades, tickling her armpit with harmless shrapnel. Ichigo looked at Orihime, hoping that she would want to continue where they had left off before the bombing, but when he saw her eyes light up, he knew that she had found some new toys to play with and he had been all but forgotten.
“Planes!” Orihime squealed as the fighter planes continued to drop everything they had on her head, causing no reaction what soever from the six hundred foot and counting giantess. Completely forgetting about what she had been doing, Orihime jumped back to her feet and reached up, fingers grasping for a toy. The fighter planes twisted in midair away from the greedy hands. All got away, but one, which Orihime plucked out of the sky like it was an apple hanging from a tree. Holding the still rocketing aircraft in her hands, Orihime poked at it and smiled at the terrified pilot still inside.
“Look Ichi-coo, I got one!” Orihime excitedly showed her boyfriend, who huffed in righteous anger over his girlfriend leaving him mid-stroke to play with a plane. Frowning at being ignored, Orihime pouted at Ichigo cutely.
“What’s wrong? You’re not jealous of your Orihime’s plane are you?” Ichigo said nothing; he just turned his head away with a frown on his face. He had been ready to have a good time, but Orihime had just left him with a rock hard errection without a second thought. So much for his monster being her favorite toy.
“Don’t be jealous Ichi-coo,” Orihime smoothly said and got to her knees with the plane still tightly in hand. Ichigo refused to give Orihime any attention and remained impassive, that is until she grasped his member in her free hand. Ichigo’s eyes darted down to see Orihime measuring the fighter plane against his penis. “See, this plane isn’t half the size of my mini-Ichi-coo. You don’t have to feel inadequate.”
Ichigo sighed, he wasn’t feeling insecure, he just didn’t like being ignored in the middle of sex. He started to explain when the terrified pilot did something that took the words out of Ichigo’s mouth. In a blind panic, the pilot had hot the ejector button and had been shot out of the plane. He would be landing safely if Orihime hadn’t been holding the plane at an angel in front of her face. The pilot shot out of the planes cockpit, flying strait at Orihime’s face and as luck would have it, Orihime’s mouth was wide open and right in his path. Ichigo watched the pilot shot right past Orihime’s teeth, over and tongue and go strait towards the back of her throat. He had to have hit something because Orihime snapped her mouth closed and swallowed in reflex. A tiny lump, no bigger then a grape, moved down her long elegant throat and disappeared into her body.
A moment of silence passed, as Orihime realized what she had swallowed. Orihime would be the one to end the silence with a single word.
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