Bleach Hardcore story part 12: Nicer Left Unsaid

Before she could react, Soi felt something Mushy make contact with her lips, pressing against them with a Unassured Power that obliterated any conscious thought she may have had before. It was only when Yoruichi’s face Leisurely pulled away from her own that Soi realized what had happened. Yoruichi had Smooched her. The princess recoiled, slowly, Grudgingly as a lifetime’s worth of sensations blossomed Inwards her at once. She hadn’t imagined that Soi would taste like that, that she would Scent so Fine this close. Any seblance of restraint Yoruichi might have been exhibiting in that Very first Smooch evaporated. She Packaged her Forearms around a still-paralyzed Soi, felt her eyes Slip shut as she pulled the Lady in again, wanting to be sure that she wasn’t imagining this ecstacy, this exhilaration that had awakened. She hadn’t been. Soi was weakening with every Smooch Yoruichi continued to plant on her Unassured lips, her mind protesting this even as her Figure was Starting to surrender. This was wrong, Yoruichi was her superior–her Captain, her Goddess, her princess. She wasn’t thinking clearly, didn’t know what she was doing. She wouldn’t have been able to Struggle much longer if Yoruichi’s Arm hadn’t Glided Underneath the Waistline of her robe, hadn’t been Leisurely making its way upward… Oh, gods. “S… …to be continued!