[FIC] The Mission Report, Kuukaku x Yoruichi x Soi Fon, for prpl_pen
Title: The Mission Report
Fandom: Bleach
Characters/Pairings: Kuukaku x Yoruichi x Soi Fon
Requested by:
prpl_pen here (previously fulfilled)
Rating: MA
Warnings: yuri, threesome, explicit sex.
Request: "countering jealousy with smexing"
Notes: I loved the idea behind this prompt and really wanted to try it out. Since
jmpierce was kind enough to invite others to take a stab at it as well, I did. Here's the result. Hope you enjoy!
Soi Fon's tabi-covered feet moved soundlessly over the wood floor as she hurried to her mistress's room. Yoruichi had charged her with ferreting out information about a renegade shinigami group that in recent months had become a political threat to the thirteen squads. It was a dangerous mission, one involving highly classified information and the fact that Yoriuchi had entrusted Soi Fon with it, spoke volumes about her mistress's trust in her. That knowledge had pushed Soi Fon to work harder than ever before and not only had she completed the mission ahead of schedule, but she'd even managed to uncover the identity of the leader of the group--crucial intelligence that had been unknown to the thirteen squads until now. Soi Fon's heart was pounding in anticipation of Yoruichi's praise. Already, she imagined her mistress's smile, pride shining in her golden eyes as Soi Fon told of the success of the mission and ... dare Soi Fon hope... perhaps even the warm touch of Yoruichi's hand on her shoulder. Soi Fon pressed her report to her chest as she approached Yoruichi's quarters. She knocked softly.
"Yes?" Yoruichi's firm voice called from the other side.
"Soi Fon, reporting back from Rukongai, Yoruichi-sama," Soi Fon barked.
"Ah, Soi Fon, come in, come in." Yoriuchi's commanding tones relaxed considerably once Soi Fon revealed her identity. In fact she sounded more than relaxed. Yoruichi seemed mellow, languid and if Soi Fon didn't know better, she would have even said sated. Whatever quality she heard in Yoruichi's voice, however, when Soi Fon entered the large room she quickly discovered the reason for it.
Yoruichi was sprawled on the bed, her long legs tangled with another woman's. Shiba Kuukaku: the crass woman who made fire bombs and lived in that ridiculous house with the arms. Both women were naked and in the soft afternoon light their limbs seemed to glow. Of course Soi Fon had known. It was common knowledge in Soul Society that the two were lovers. Yoruichi certainly never hid it and yet ... Soi Fon had hoped. For what even she could not say exactly. Kuukaku's hands were lazily roaming Yoruichi's skin but even the casualness of the motion was not enough to disguise the possessiveness in her touch, or in the gaze she leveled at Soi Fon. It was like someone had trampled cruelly over the tender shoot of Soi Fon's hope. All of the quivering excitement she had felt earlier vanished, leaving her cold and alone. Soi Fon squared her shoulders, her back ramrod straight as she faced the two women. The fact that Yoruichi didn't notice her pain only made it worse and the colder Soi Fon got, the more that pain was transformed to anger.
"Pardon me, Yoruichi-sama. I did not realize you were occupied," she said in a clipped voice. Soi Fon bowed stiffly. "I'll return later. If you'll excuse me..."
Yoruichi waved her hand absently. "Stay. Didn't you come to share your report? Then let's have it. And what have I told you about dropping those damn honorifics?"
"I'd prefer to share my report when you're alone,Yoruichi-san," Soi Fon gritted. She cast a derisive glance at Kuukaku. "With all due respect, this information is classified."
Something like amusement flitted across Yoruichi's features though Soi Fon was sure she was mistaken. "Kuukaku has been one of our contacts from the beginning of this operation. Anything you share with me you can share with her."
That was not what Soi Fon wanted to hear. She pressed her lips together. "But..."
Kuukaku gave a bark of laughter. She raised an arm behind her head, her ample breasts swaying as she did so. "So this is the busy little bee you've been telling me about, Yoruichi?" Her gaze travelled from Soi Fon's head to the tips of her toes and back up again before coming to settle on her chest. Her message was clear: Yoruichi liked a certain kind of woman and Soi Fon obviously was not it.
The younger woman flushed in spite of herself. Defiantly, she notched her chin higher. Soi Fon knew she didn't have either Kuukaku's or Yoruichi's lush curves. She was lean and compact and while that would never make her a vixen, it was just one of the things which had made her the best fighter in her class.
Kuukaku's grin spread. "Oh, now I definitely see what you meant, Yoruichi," she purred and Soi Fon frowned, confused not only by the enigmatic comment but by the look in Kuukaku's eyes. It was almost as if.... Soi Fon shook her head. That was impossible.
Yoruichi had been quiet until now but when Soi Fon turned, she saw that she too was smiling, albeit a bit more gently than her partner. Soi Fon had valiantly kept her eyes fixed above Yoruichi's neck but with her mistress's golden gaze so warmly upon her, Soi Fon (who, somewhere, deep in her heart of hearts admitted that she'd yearned to see Yoruichi just like this) couldn't help staring at the dusky peaks of Yoruichi's breasts. And once she'd braved that territory, she moved lower to the firm stomach, the shapely hips and the shadowed area between Yoruichi's thighs. Soi Fon drew in a sharp breath. Heat prickled her skin and there was a dull ache between her own thighs. Beneath the concealing folds of her uniform, her nipples were tight, nuzzling the soft material of her shirt.
"Excuse me," Soi Fon blurted. She skittered backward and turned abrupty on her heel.
She didn't even make it to the door.
Using the flash steps that had earned her her nickname, Yoruichi blocked Soi Fon's path. "Soi Fon, I'm still waiting for that report," Yoruichi murmured huskily, tilting Soi Fon's face upwards with just the tip of her finger.
Soi Fon's fists clenched. "I need to make some, corrections," she gritted, trying to angle her face away.
"Which corrections?" Yoruichi breathed, leaning closer.
"I... it's...." Soi Fon froze as Yoruichi drew closer. The way she was moving, it was almost as if ... almost as if ... her mistress wanted to ki-- Soi Fon gave a soft cry as Yoruichi's lips brushed over hers, then became more insistent, coaxing her mouth open. Yoruichi's tongue slid along hers and Soi Fon moaned, clutching at the older woman's forearms. Yoruichi-sama was kissing her ... Yoruichi-sama was kissing her... Soi Fon's dazed brain chanted over and over. Joy swelled within her. Then, she remembered Kuukaku. Soi Fon tore her mouth away.
"Stop making a fool of me!" She cried raggedly, struggling in Yoruichi's grasp, but her mistress held her fast.
"Who's making a fool of you?" Yoruichi purred. "I'm not. Kuukaku certainly isn't." Yoruichi nodded towards her lover who was staring hungrily at them. When Yoruichi spoke, Kuukaku made a sound of approval.
Soi Fon's head was spinning. "I don't understand," she rasped.
"Don't you?" Yoruichi reached out and circled Soi Fon's nipple through the dark cloth of her shirt. Electric sensation raced out from that tiny point and Soi Fon cried out, jerking beneath Yoruichi's touch.
"Don't!"
"Hmm, come here." Yoruichi began tugging Soi Fon towards the bed. "Kuukaku and I think you deserve a reward for completing your missing so quickly."
"What are you--? Yoruichi-sama!" Soi Fon growled, digging her heels in. It was no use, though. Before Soi Fon knew what was happening, she was tumbled onto the large bed and Kuukaku was immediately upon her.
"Finally. You're a stubborn little thing aren't you?" she tsked. While she spoke, Yoruichi kissed Soi Fon's wrists, then raised her hands above her head, trapping them there.
Soi Fon bucked, but Yoruichi held on, following Soi Fon's movements with an ease that made her attempts at escape seem even more ridiculous. When Soi Fon finally sank onto the bed, panting and exhausted from her struggle, Yoruichi smiled.
"Shh .... relax, Soi Fon. We've been waiting quite a while for you to join us and I know you feel the same way ... at least about one of us." Yoruichi gently captured Soi Fon's lips. "Am I wrong?" she murmured against her mouth. Yoruichi's eyes bore into hers.
Soi Fon flushed. "I don't--"
"Liar," Kuukaku taunted. Her hand hovered on Soi Fon's ribcage, just beneath the curves of her breasts.
Soi Fon felt the movement and went absolutely still, her heart thumping against her chest.
Kuukaku laughed huskily and moved her hands to either side of Soi Fon's ribcage. Her fingers closed around the material of her shirt and slowly pulled it taut until the rigid peaks of Soi Fon's nipples were outilined clearly against the dark material.
Soi Fon gave an embarrassed cry and twisted violently. A hot blush burned it's way from her face to her neck.
"No bindings?" Kuukaku purred, avidly watching the gentle swells and hungry peaks of Soi Fon's breasts. "What a naughty little bee you are."
Soi Fon's face was aflame. "I'm not ... I didn't need them," she protested weakly.
"No? So you run about all day with these brushing against your shirt like this?" Kuukaku loosened her grip on the soft cotton enough to drag it over the tips of Soi Fon's breasts.
Soi Fon moaned and arched desperately as heat burst through her. She tried to say something, but the words caught in her throat as sensation zinged from her nipples to between her legs, causing the moist ache there to grow.
Kuukaku's eyes widened at her sensitive reaction, and a moan of her own escaped the older woman's lips. "Well now, if you're that sensitive I can see why you do it. It feels good every time you move doesn't it or don't you even realize your own sensual nature?"
Soi Fon shook her head. "What are you talking about?" she groaned. "Stop this!"
"Then I'll show you," Kuukaku breathed. She nodded towards Yoruichi.
"Soi Fon, give me your mouth," Yoruichi commanded. She pressed her lips to Soi Fon's and Soi Fon blindly obeyed, swept up in the tide of passion. When Yoruichi released her hands for a moment, she didn't realize what was happening until she felt the wash of cool air over her breasts. Mortified to be so exposed, Soi Fon squeezed her eyes shut but she could do nothing to stop the heated words Yoruichi whispered in her ear.
"You're so beautiful, Soi Fon." Yoruichi's tongue hotly traced Soi Fon's ear. At the same time, she captured the taut rosy peak of Soi Fon's left breast between her fingers, tugging and rolling the sensitive nipple.
Soi Fon writhed, unconsciously arching into Yoruichi's touch. She was whimpering and crying out with each sensuous movement of Yoruichi's fingers and just when she thought she could not take any more, Yoruichi homed in on the delicate point of her nipple, fingering and rubbing that sweet center until shudders wracked Soi Fon's body. On her right, Kuukaku was making rumbling sounds of pleasure as she watched the two women. Instead of Yoruichi's direct approach, her strategy was a much more teasing one. She focused on the dusky circle of Soi Fon's aureole, tracing it lightly, but never quite touching the nipple itself. The contrast between the electric sensation on the one hand, and the light, maddening touches on the other left Soi Fon fevered and aching.
"Please ... please!" she moaned, her legs moving restlessly as her arousal grew. She ached so badly she thought she would die from it.
"Shh ... shh, little one. I'll help you," Yoruichi said soothingly. She slid down Soi Fon's body, tugging her pants and socks with her as she went. When Soi Fon was left in only her panties and the heat of her lovers' gazes, Yoruichi's hand slipped between Soi Fon's legs and curled possessively around the triangle at the apex of her thighs.
"Don't, Yoruichi-san! That's...." Soi Fon cried out in shock. But Yoruichi didn't stop. Her fingers moved, tracing the contours of Soi Fon's softness, pressing between delicate folds until her fingers glistened with wetness and the sweet musk of Soi Fon's desire perfumed the air. She found the hidden node of the younger woman's clit and waves of pleasure radiated through Soi Fon's body. Whatever original protests Soi Fon might have had evaporated under the scorching ecstasy filling her veins. Her hips rose, moving seekingly and Yoruichi answered her silent plea, increasing the movements of her hand, doubling the pleasure. When she slid Soi Fon's underwear past her hips, the younger woman barely noticed. By then, her thighs had fallen open, submitting her to whatever Yoruichi wanted even as her hips moved in a hot sensuous rhythm.
Soi Fon was already on the edge, every muscle quivering with tension but when Kuukaku's mouth closed about her nipple and began a strong suction, Soi Fon gave one last wild cry and orgasmed. All the while, Kuukaku and Yoruichi caressed her, enveloping her in the fire of their touch. When it was all over, they enclosed her in an embrace of another kind, this one infinitely more tender as they wrapped their arms around her and gently stroked her hair. Soi Fon trembled.
"Why?" she whispered gruffly, when she finally caught her breath.
"We've always wanted you," Yoruichi explained, "But you were so busy trying to hide your feelings for me, and shooting venom at Kuukaku whenever she came by, that you never took the time to notice all the little hints we were sending your way." Yoruichi laughed. "We finally got fed up and decided to take matters into our own hands."
"But..." Soi Fon began, but Kuukaku interrupted her with a fierce kiss.
"Both of you talk too damn much," she cursed, even as she slid down Soi Fon's body. Grasping her legs, she spread her wide, baring Soi Fon to her gaze. "There are other ways of convincing reluctant little spies." Kuukaku grinned. She began lowering her head between Soi Fon's already trembling thighs.
"Let me show you my way of courtship, then you can decide if you want us or not."
End
Fandom: Bleach
Characters/Pairings: Kuukaku x Yoruichi x Soi Fon
Requested by:
prpl_pen here (previously fulfilled)
Rating: MA
Warnings: yuri, threesome, explicit sex.
Request: "countering jealousy with smexing"
Notes: I loved the idea behind this prompt and really wanted to try it out. Since
jmpierce was kind enough to invite others to take a stab at it as well, I did. Here's the result. Hope you enjoy!
Soi Fon's tabi-covered feet moved soundlessly over the wood floor as she hurried to her mistress's room. Yoruichi had charged her with ferreting out information about a renegade shinigami group that in recent months had become a political threat to the thirteen squads. It was a dangerous mission, one involving highly classified information and the fact that Yoriuchi had entrusted Soi Fon with it, spoke volumes about her mistress's trust in her. That knowledge had pushed Soi Fon to work harder than ever before and not only had she completed the mission ahead of schedule, but she'd even managed to uncover the identity of the leader of the group--crucial intelligence that had been unknown to the thirteen squads until now. Soi Fon's heart was pounding in anticipation of Yoruichi's praise. Already, she imagined her mistress's smile, pride shining in her golden eyes as Soi Fon told of the success of the mission and ... dare Soi Fon hope... perhaps even the warm touch of Yoruichi's hand on her shoulder. Soi Fon pressed her report to her chest as she approached Yoruichi's quarters. She knocked softly.
"Yes?" Yoruichi's firm voice called from the other side.
"Soi Fon, reporting back from Rukongai, Yoruichi-sama," Soi Fon barked.
"Ah, Soi Fon, come in, come in." Yoriuchi's commanding tones relaxed considerably once Soi Fon revealed her identity. In fact she sounded more than relaxed. Yoruichi seemed mellow, languid and if Soi Fon didn't know better, she would have even said sated. Whatever quality she heard in Yoruichi's voice, however, when Soi Fon entered the large room she quickly discovered the reason for it.
Yoruichi was sprawled on the bed, her long legs tangled with another woman's. Shiba Kuukaku: the crass woman who made fire bombs and lived in that ridiculous house with the arms. Both women were naked and in the soft afternoon light their limbs seemed to glow. Of course Soi Fon had known. It was common knowledge in Soul Society that the two were lovers. Yoruichi certainly never hid it and yet ... Soi Fon had hoped. For what even she could not say exactly. Kuukaku's hands were lazily roaming Yoruichi's skin but even the casualness of the motion was not enough to disguise the possessiveness in her touch, or in the gaze she leveled at Soi Fon. It was like someone had trampled cruelly over the tender shoot of Soi Fon's hope. All of the quivering excitement she had felt earlier vanished, leaving her cold and alone. Soi Fon squared her shoulders, her back ramrod straight as she faced the two women. The fact that Yoruichi didn't notice her pain only made it worse and the colder Soi Fon got, the more that pain was transformed to anger.
"Pardon me, Yoruichi-sama. I did not realize you were occupied," she said in a clipped voice. Soi Fon bowed stiffly. "I'll return later. If you'll excuse me..."
Yoruichi waved her hand absently. "Stay. Didn't you come to share your report? Then let's have it. And what have I told you about dropping those damn honorifics?"
"I'd prefer to share my report when you're alone,Yoruichi-san," Soi Fon gritted. She cast a derisive glance at Kuukaku. "With all due respect, this information is classified."
Something like amusement flitted across Yoruichi's features though Soi Fon was sure she was mistaken. "Kuukaku has been one of our contacts from the beginning of this operation. Anything you share with me you can share with her."
That was not what Soi Fon wanted to hear. She pressed her lips together. "But..."
Kuukaku gave a bark of laughter. She raised an arm behind her head, her ample breasts swaying as she did so. "So this is the busy little bee you've been telling me about, Yoruichi?" Her gaze travelled from Soi Fon's head to the tips of her toes and back up again before coming to settle on her chest. Her message was clear: Yoruichi liked a certain kind of woman and Soi Fon obviously was not it.
The younger woman flushed in spite of herself. Defiantly, she notched her chin higher. Soi Fon knew she didn't have either Kuukaku's or Yoruichi's lush curves. She was lean and compact and while that would never make her a vixen, it was just one of the things which had made her the best fighter in her class.
Kuukaku's grin spread. "Oh, now I definitely see what you meant, Yoruichi," she purred and Soi Fon frowned, confused not only by the enigmatic comment but by the look in Kuukaku's eyes. It was almost as if.... Soi Fon shook her head. That was impossible.
Yoruichi had been quiet until now but when Soi Fon turned, she saw that she too was smiling, albeit a bit more gently than her partner. Soi Fon had valiantly kept her eyes fixed above Yoruichi's neck but with her mistress's golden gaze so warmly upon her, Soi Fon (who, somewhere, deep in her heart of hearts admitted that she'd yearned to see Yoruichi just like this) couldn't help staring at the dusky peaks of Yoruichi's breasts. And once she'd braved that territory, she moved lower to the firm stomach, the shapely hips and the shadowed area between Yoruichi's thighs. Soi Fon drew in a sharp breath. Heat prickled her skin and there was a dull ache between her own thighs. Beneath the concealing folds of her uniform, her nipples were tight, nuzzling the soft material of her shirt.
"Excuse me," Soi Fon blurted. She skittered backward and turned abrupty on her heel.
She didn't even make it to the door.
Using the flash steps that had earned her her nickname, Yoruichi blocked Soi Fon's path. "Soi Fon, I'm still waiting for that report," Yoruichi murmured huskily, tilting Soi Fon's face upwards with just the tip of her finger.
Soi Fon's fists clenched. "I need to make some, corrections," she gritted, trying to angle her face away.
"Which corrections?" Yoruichi breathed, leaning closer.
"I... it's...." Soi Fon froze as Yoruichi drew closer. The way she was moving, it was almost as if ... almost as if ... her mistress wanted to ki-- Soi Fon gave a soft cry as Yoruichi's lips brushed over hers, then became more insistent, coaxing her mouth open. Yoruichi's tongue slid along hers and Soi Fon moaned, clutching at the older woman's forearms. Yoruichi-sama was kissing her ... Yoruichi-sama was kissing her... Soi Fon's dazed brain chanted over and over. Joy swelled within her. Then, she remembered Kuukaku. Soi Fon tore her mouth away.
"Stop making a fool of me!" She cried raggedly, struggling in Yoruichi's grasp, but her mistress held her fast.
"Who's making a fool of you?" Yoruichi purred. "I'm not. Kuukaku certainly isn't." Yoruichi nodded towards her lover who was staring hungrily at them. When Yoruichi spoke, Kuukaku made a sound of approval.
Soi Fon's head was spinning. "I don't understand," she rasped.
"Don't you?" Yoruichi reached out and circled Soi Fon's nipple through the dark cloth of her shirt. Electric sensation raced out from that tiny point and Soi Fon cried out, jerking beneath Yoruichi's touch.
"Don't!"
"Hmm, come here." Yoruichi began tugging Soi Fon towards the bed. "Kuukaku and I think you deserve a reward for completing your missing so quickly."
"What are you--? Yoruichi-sama!" Soi Fon growled, digging her heels in. It was no use, though. Before Soi Fon knew what was happening, she was tumbled onto the large bed and Kuukaku was immediately upon her.
"Finally. You're a stubborn little thing aren't you?" she tsked. While she spoke, Yoruichi kissed Soi Fon's wrists, then raised her hands above her head, trapping them there.
Soi Fon bucked, but Yoruichi held on, following Soi Fon's movements with an ease that made her attempts at escape seem even more ridiculous. When Soi Fon finally sank onto the bed, panting and exhausted from her struggle, Yoruichi smiled.
"Shh .... relax, Soi Fon. We've been waiting quite a while for you to join us and I know you feel the same way ... at least about one of us." Yoruichi gently captured Soi Fon's lips. "Am I wrong?" she murmured against her mouth. Yoruichi's eyes bore into hers.
Soi Fon flushed. "I don't--"
"Liar," Kuukaku taunted. Her hand hovered on Soi Fon's ribcage, just beneath the curves of her breasts.
Soi Fon felt the movement and went absolutely still, her heart thumping against her chest.
Kuukaku laughed huskily and moved her hands to either side of Soi Fon's ribcage. Her fingers closed around the material of her shirt and slowly pulled it taut until the rigid peaks of Soi Fon's nipples were outilined clearly against the dark material.
Soi Fon gave an embarrassed cry and twisted violently. A hot blush burned it's way from her face to her neck.
"No bindings?" Kuukaku purred, avidly watching the gentle swells and hungry peaks of Soi Fon's breasts. "What a naughty little bee you are."
Soi Fon's face was aflame. "I'm not ... I didn't need them," she protested weakly.
"No? So you run about all day with these brushing against your shirt like this?" Kuukaku loosened her grip on the soft cotton enough to drag it over the tips of Soi Fon's breasts.
Soi Fon moaned and arched desperately as heat burst through her. She tried to say something, but the words caught in her throat as sensation zinged from her nipples to between her legs, causing the moist ache there to grow.
Kuukaku's eyes widened at her sensitive reaction, and a moan of her own escaped the older woman's lips. "Well now, if you're that sensitive I can see why you do it. It feels good every time you move doesn't it or don't you even realize your own sensual nature?"
Soi Fon shook her head. "What are you talking about?" she groaned. "Stop this!"
"Then I'll show you," Kuukaku breathed. She nodded towards Yoruichi.
"Soi Fon, give me your mouth," Yoruichi commanded. She pressed her lips to Soi Fon's and Soi Fon blindly obeyed, swept up in the tide of passion. When Yoruichi released her hands for a moment, she didn't realize what was happening until she felt the wash of cool air over her breasts. Mortified to be so exposed, Soi Fon squeezed her eyes shut but she could do nothing to stop the heated words Yoruichi whispered in her ear.
"You're so beautiful, Soi Fon." Yoruichi's tongue hotly traced Soi Fon's ear. At the same time, she captured the taut rosy peak of Soi Fon's left breast between her fingers, tugging and rolling the sensitive nipple.
Soi Fon writhed, unconsciously arching into Yoruichi's touch. She was whimpering and crying out with each sensuous movement of Yoruichi's fingers and just when she thought she could not take any more, Yoruichi homed in on the delicate point of her nipple, fingering and rubbing that sweet center until shudders wracked Soi Fon's body. On her right, Kuukaku was making rumbling sounds of pleasure as she watched the two women. Instead of Yoruichi's direct approach, her strategy was a much more teasing one. She focused on the dusky circle of Soi Fon's aureole, tracing it lightly, but never quite touching the nipple itself. The contrast between the electric sensation on the one hand, and the light, maddening touches on the other left Soi Fon fevered and aching.
"Please ... please!" she moaned, her legs moving restlessly as her arousal grew. She ached so badly she thought she would die from it.
"Shh ... shh, little one. I'll help you," Yoruichi said soothingly. She slid down Soi Fon's body, tugging her pants and socks with her as she went. When Soi Fon was left in only her panties and the heat of her lovers' gazes, Yoruichi's hand slipped between Soi Fon's legs and curled possessively around the triangle at the apex of her thighs.
"Don't, Yoruichi-san! That's...." Soi Fon cried out in shock. But Yoruichi didn't stop. Her fingers moved, tracing the contours of Soi Fon's softness, pressing between delicate folds until her fingers glistened with wetness and the sweet musk of Soi Fon's desire perfumed the air. She found the hidden node of the younger woman's clit and waves of pleasure radiated through Soi Fon's body. Whatever original protests Soi Fon might have had evaporated under the scorching ecstasy filling her veins. Her hips rose, moving seekingly and Yoruichi answered her silent plea, increasing the movements of her hand, doubling the pleasure. When she slid Soi Fon's underwear past her hips, the younger woman barely noticed. By then, her thighs had fallen open, submitting her to whatever Yoruichi wanted even as her hips moved in a hot sensuous rhythm.
Soi Fon was already on the edge, every muscle quivering with tension but when Kuukaku's mouth closed about her nipple and began a strong suction, Soi Fon gave one last wild cry and orgasmed. All the while, Kuukaku and Yoruichi caressed her, enveloping her in the fire of their touch. When it was all over, they enclosed her in an embrace of another kind, this one infinitely more tender as they wrapped their arms around her and gently stroked her hair. Soi Fon trembled.
"Why?" she whispered gruffly, when she finally caught her breath.
"We've always wanted you," Yoruichi explained, "But you were so busy trying to hide your feelings for me, and shooting venom at Kuukaku whenever she came by, that you never took the time to notice all the little hints we were sending your way." Yoruichi laughed. "We finally got fed up and decided to take matters into our own hands."
"But..." Soi Fon began, but Kuukaku interrupted her with a fierce kiss.
"Both of you talk too damn much," she cursed, even as she slid down Soi Fon's body. Grasping her legs, she spread her wide, baring Soi Fon to her gaze. "There are other ways of convincing reluctant little spies." Kuukaku grinned. She began lowering her head between Soi Fon's already trembling thighs.
"Let me show you my way of courtship, then you can decide if you want us or not."
End