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Once again, you have been given the duty of transferring paperwork between your squad and Squad Four. Why it so often falls to you is anyone's guess, but at least it's easy work. The file in your hands barely weighs a thing, despite being stuffed with all manner of documents.
Squad Four is easy enough to navigate, and you find yourself outside the captain's office in no time. A few butterflies flutter in your stomach as you reach out to knock on the door. Unohana Retsu has always come off as a caring woman, and you have always looked forward to any encounter with her. Alas, as of late, you've come to appreciate her mature appearance in more than just a platonic sense. Mercifully, she can't read minds, so a few calming breaths before meeting is all you need.
Flutters settled for now, you give the door a few firm knocks. There is a brief silence before her soothing voice answers. “Come in.”
You let yourself inside, closing the door behind you. “Captain Unohana,” you greet with a short bow. “I've come to exchange this week's reports.”
Her gentle chuckle is like music to your ears. “That time already? Alright.” She shuffles behind her desk as you approach, opening a drawer to retrieve a folder similar to the one you carry. She places it on the desk, that sweet smile of hers constantly plastered on her lips.
“Is there anything else I should report?”
“I do not believe so,” she answers with a shake of her head. Curiously, she rests a finger on her chin as she looks at you. “This is the sixth time they've sent you, correct?”
You have to close your eyes as you do a quick mental tally. For this particular task, the count is accurate, but you've been sent to her a few times for some minor things. Seeing no need for technicalities, you nod. “Sounds right.”
“Do you enjoy visiting me?”
Damn, there are those flutters again. It's an odd question, not to mention out of the blue. You already know the answer. After all, seeing her face is enough to cause you to feel all funny. You do your utmost to make it seem as if you're contemplating your answer, slowly settling on a nod. “I do.”
“May I ask, why is that?”
You do not beat around the bush this time. “It's complicated.”
“Oh? Are you in a rush today?”
“N-no, just-”
“Then simply take your time.” Despite her smile not so much as wavering, the air in the room suddenly feels heavy.
The thought of simply taking the paperwork and leaving is a powerful one, but your body seems hesitant to move. It seems there's only one way forward, and it's going to be embarrassing.
“I like your smile,” you admit in a flurry of words, each blending with the next.
Her eyes widen slightly. If you weren't paying attention, you may not have noticed. “My, is that all?”
No, it certainly isn't. The other part is much more personal, and you'd hate being on any Captain's shit-list. Let alone the ever-sweet Unohana. “I think it's best if I leave it at that.”
“I disagree.” As she speaks, she shakes her head. “Humour me, please.”
Gulping down the sudden lump in your throat, you cannot look her in the eye for your next confession. So, you look at the desk, pretending you're simply getting a dressing down instead of confessing anything sordid.
“You're, um, appearance?” You pause, struggling to find the least-offensive words. “It's nice to look at?”
“Elaborate.”
“I don't know what you want me to say, Captain.”
The chuckle you've come to love causes you to raise your gaze, her eyes twinkling in a mischievous manner. “Allow me to assist,” she begins, leaning forward in her chair. “The way you carry yourself in my office has long since betrayed you.”
“I don't-”
She cuts you off without care. “So, I just want you to be honest.” She flashes her teeth as her smile widens into something a little more feral. Nothing like the visage you're used to. “Admit you're dying to fuck me.”
“Captain Unohana. I'm sorry-”
Near-silent shushes get you to stop. “You wanted my help, remember?”
She's right, you did. Her advice was to be honest, as you've apparently already been sussed. So, despite the fear gripping your heart. You blurt out the honest truth. “Every time I see you; I hope you at least take off your coat. I don't dare dream of more than that.”
“We'll start small, then.” All of a sudden, her hands rest on the desk as she rises to her feet.
You watch in silent awe as she shrugs off the top-most layer of her clothes. Namely, her captain's coat. It so casually falls onto her chair, and she is left in the simple black attire of all Soul Reapers. It clings tight to her form, betraying the true size of her already generous bust. Oh, how willingly you would dive into an embrace and bury your face between her breasts.
“I've removed my coat,” she states, each word said carefully. “So, what more could you want?”
Heat rises to your cheeks, and you desperately attempt to ignore the stirring in your crotch. Whether if be from growing arousal or the lack of anything to lose, you take a chance. “Fuck you.”
“Pardon?”
You can beat yourself up over your faux pas for an eternity. Better to simply clarify. “I mean, you were right. I want to fuck you.”
“Good boy,” she purrs, leaning forward. Were her robes parted just a little, you would be able to spy a generous glance of cleavage. Alas, she's a little too well-guarded. “Well, if you're serious. Just get on the floor, and lie on your back.”
You don't believe your ears. “Honestly?”
For a moment, she simply smiles, an expression that may as well be unreadable. “Only one way to find out.”
On one hand, it could be an awful prank. You don't rightly know who would be on the other end apart from her, though. On the other, she may just be offering the opportunity of a lifetime. It takes only seconds to find out. You'll be damned if you'll turn this down on the off chance a few people laugh at you.
Looking at the floor, you take a few steps away from the desk, ensuring there is ample room for this. Satisfied, you drop to your knees. You only need to rest on them for a moment, quickly leaning back to meet the floor with a soft thud. It takes a few moments longer to rest on the floor completely, arms and legs spread wide as you look upwards to the ceiling. Perfectly ordinary, therefore boring.
Thankfully, you do not dwell on it for long, footsteps snapping your attention. You watch as Unohana takes a calm and measured step to stand at your feet. Her hands move gracefully to the sash that keeps her uniform together. With a slight flex, her fingers dance upon it. A most tantalizing sight.
Blood rushes to your crotch as she finally tugs at it, pulling it away in a flash of movement. The centre of her robe parts ever so slightly, giving you a brief glimpse of her pale flesh below. Every breath you take feels heavy as you ogle her, willing her to show more.
A slight roll of her shoulders, and the gap widens. A plain, white bra keeps her mammoth breasts from being exposed, but you don't mind. The way her single braid rests between her cleavage is almost mesmerizing on its own. Yet, somehow, something else steals your attention. You stare dumbly at her toned stomach. Six, well-defined abs are on proud display. By all accounts, she only takes care of paperwork and healing. How is she so fit? Never mind that. She slips out of her robe entirely.
Her panties match her bra, an almost boring white. What does grab your attention, is the black bush poking out the top. Even if she stops here, you've seen more of her than anyone else you suspect. If only you could concentrate better, the ache in your cock dominating all thoughts.
“I'm curious,” she begins, hand suddenly behind her back. You can only hope it is to undo her bra, but you're well beyond your expectations already. “You seem more interested in my stomach than my bosom. Why?”
How can she expect you to answer questions? The wrong head is firmly in charge, and it wants nothing more than her touch. Fortunately, as a medical professional and for no other reason, she understands.
“Men,” she notes with a half-smile. “It's good you're cute.”
Finally, you're gifted with a truly perfect sight. Her bra falls to the floor with a flick of her wrist, unleashing her breasts for you to spy. Her pink nipples are erect, just becking to be suckled on. Hell, you're sure she'd be happy with a grope or a pinch. No, no. That's definitely your cock talking. Still, you smile like a fool as you stare at them, her braided hair hanging between them only adding to the sight.
“I'm going to remove these next,” she explains, hands suddenly on the hem of her panties. Her bush bounces as she pulls them down, leaning forward before stepping out of them. In only seconds, she stands tall, looking down at you.
“Beautiful,” you mumble. While you imagined her to be doughier, the sight of her completely naked is infinitely better than what you pictured. From her large tits to her toned stomach, she is as close to perfection as can be. Better still, she's far from shy. Not so much as flinching under your gaze.
“Do you recall what else you wanted?”
“Yes, captain.”
A pout forms on her lips as she shakes her head. “No, no. From now on, you call me Retsu in private.”
It takes a moment for her words to fully register, and you hesitantly nod. “Yes, Retsu?”
“Good. So, what was it?”
“I want to fuck you,” you answer without pause. After all, you never expected such a desire to be possible. No, you cannot risk throwing it away after getting so close.
Much to your delight, she nods. “You'll get very close.”
“I don't-”
For what feels like the hundredth time, she shushes you with a calming sound. “I'm going to fuck you.”
The jolt of excitement is hard to describe, cock suddenly throbbing as she walks over you. She does not stop until she reaches your shoulders, feet flanking you either side. From this angle, you can see that most precious place between her legs, surrounded by her thick, black hair.
Without warning, she suddenly drops to her knees. Her weight does not rest on you, her buttocks hovering just above your chest. You can feel her intense heat with her knees above each of your shoulders. A heavy scent of lust clings to the air, and you have to force yourself to breathe slow.
“I'm going to sit on your face,” she explains calmly. “Get me ready with your tongue, then we'll move on.”
She doesn't give you a chance to respond, already moving. Everything feels as if it goes in slow motion, eyes glued to her snatch as she gets into position. Seconds feel like minutes before she rests on your face. This time, you can feel her weight. Albeit only a little. Her slit presses against your lips, and she dares to lower just that much further. Your nose presses against her flesh, her bush invading your nostrils as you take a deep breath. Before you can fall entirely to lust, her words echo inside your mind. You need to lick her.
Your body moves almost on its own as you flick out your tongue. She shivers as you make contact, relishing the opportunity to lick up her juices. With a vigour you didn't know you could muster, you lap away at her folds. The constant wet slaps soon fill the room as you eagerly attempt to please her. By the sound of her hitched breaths, you may just be succeeding.
“Deeper,” she manages through the hints of a moan, keeping herself remarkably still.
You hardly know what you're doing as you drive your tongue into her. Whereas before you gently lapped at her, now you dig deep, forcing her apart to sample her outer folds. There is little rhyme nor reason to your motions, just a desperate need to please. You could quite happily lick at her for days, trapped beneath her as little more than a toy. Unohana has other plans.
As quickly as it began, it is over. She rises from her knees, standing at her full height in no time. Even as she moves away, you frantically move your neck to try and stay against her. Alas, it is in vain.
She looks like a goddess as she looks down at you, her cheeks slightly red and little else to show for your efforts. “Free your cock,” she commands, keeping her eyes locked with your own.
You dare not look away, hands moving as she keeps you firmly in her stare. It's a little fiddly, but you manage to free your cock in moments. The ache from before hasn't settled, lust constantly threatening to cloud your mind. Finally, Unohana tears her gaze from your eyes, only to focus on your cock.
“Ready for me?” she asks, not bothering to wait for an answer as she moves.
“Yes, Retsu,” you answer, still getting an odd thrill from using her first name.
“Good.”
Each step feels like an eternity, but she soon reaches your waist. With a grace only she can manage, she steps over you, keeping her feet flanking either side of you. Again, she impresses you with her speed as she squats down. She comes to a stop mere inches from your cock, a hand reaching down to grab you by the base. Her grip is hard and firm, meant to hold you in place, not bring you pleasure.
The only warning you get is a brief wink, and you gasp as she lowers herself onto your cock. Your tip promptly pushes inside her, parting her walls with ease. She is hot and tight, slowly but surely taking more of you with each second. A grunt slips from her as she reaches the halfway point, and she releases the base of your cock. It is your turn to gasp, as she suddenly slides down the remainder of your length. Buried deep inside her, you feel nothing short of ecstasy. The one forbidden fantasy you've harboured has finally been achieved. Even if she suffered a sudden change of heart, you'd still not trade this reality for another. Fortunately for you, she very much wants to see this to the end.
Her hands move, coming to a stop behind her head. She looks at you with an almost wild look, her body on full display. It is not possible to crave anything more, and she gets to work. Her first movement is sudden, yet fluid. She lifts herself with ease, not stopping until no more than a quarter of you remains inside, only to slam back down. The sudden thrill of splitting her walls apart anew sends jolts of pleasure shooting through you, a moan flowing freely from your lips.
Evidently, she has decided you can handle it, settling into the fast and hard rhythm without a second thought. Like a woman possessed, she bounces up and down your cock, determined to ride you ragged. With each new movement, her breasts bounce in time, a true visual treat adding to the already divine sensation of her snatch. The wet sounds of flesh on flesh add a much-needed base to the flow of moans and grunts filling the air, mostly from you. When the odd sound of pleasure slips from her, it wraps your heart in joy.
It all proves too much for you, pleasure swelling within faster than it ever has. You can scarcely open your lips in time to warn her, her most recent descent the true breaking point. Your entire body stiffens as your balls feel a familiar tightness. Unohana continues bouncing on your cock without care as you twitch inside her, blast after blast of seed flooding her insides. Your cock pulses in time with each powerful shot, soon shooting nothing more than a final few dregs.
Normally, you would be filled with satisfaction, and are for a moment. Unfortunately, Unohana does not stop. The blissful feeling of emptied balls is swiftly replaced with a dull ache. Moans of pleasure morph into hints of complaint. A mercy comes in the form of Unohana removing her hands from her head, resting them suddenly against your chest. She does not so much as pause as warmth flows into you from where she touches. Seconds later, and your cock is free of aches, ready to pump her full of cum all over again.
You find yourself moaning in delight all over again as she keeps her hands firm against your chest. Minutes pass at her furious pace, and the time has finally come to finish. There is no warning when she slams herself against you for the final time, letting a growl slip from her as she stiffens. Her walls clamp tight around your invading cock, only to convulse around you. Almost as if craving as much pleasure as she can eke from you, she bucks her hips slightly as she rides out her climax.
It serves to push you over the edge for a second time, her hands leaving your chest as you do not bother holding back. Your cock almost pulses in time with her convulsions, pumping her full of even more of your seed. Blessed relief finally washes over you as you finish, Unohana pulling herself off you without a word. Silently, she lets herself fall on top of you.
Her breasts push against your chest, feeling almost sinfully soft. A contrast to her firm stomach, her arms wrapping around you as she lets her head rest just below your chin. You cannot help yourself, wrapping your arms around her in kind. You do not say a word about her firm back muscles. Her usual appearance truly masking her built frame.
“You're my little secret now, okay?” she asks, the question having only one answer.
“Yes, captain.”
She squeezes you just a tad too tight, looking up at you with a glare that would make even Zaraki think twice.
“Retsu. Yes, Retsu.”
“Good boy,” she purrs.
It's hard to say how long she plans on keeping you beneath her. Honestly? You don't really mind...