[Bleach] Unohana's Secret Technique!

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Unohana's Secret Technique!

         The sun begins to set on a hectic afternoon. Ryoka managed to infiltrate the soul society just over twenty-four hours ago. If that wasn't bad enough, they've seriously injured countless shinigami in such a short amount of time. Among the injured is the fourth seat of the Seventh Division, Jirobo Ikkanzaka and the White Road Gatekeeper, Jidanbo of the same family. As well as third and fifth seats of the Eleventh Division, Ikkaku Madarame and Yumichika Ayasegawa. Even the Sixth Division's Lieutenant, Renji Abarai, has fallen in battle to these Ryoka. Most devastatingly of all, however, is the death of the Fifth Division Captain, Sosuke Aizen. Needless to say, the Fourth division has their hands full, doing their best to minimize casualties.

         Their barracks are filled with the injured, every single squad member running around like chickens without heads as they try to tend to all the new patients. Even more members have been dispatched across the Seretei in an attempt to find any fallen shinigami that haven't been brought to the barracks yet. It seems as though most of the Ryoka have all hidden themselves away. In fact, even the most skilled at detecting spiritual pressures would only be able to notice the occasional blast coming from a single Ryoka as they wander aimlessly through the streets, causing more harm by the second. Their presence is menacing and reminiscent of hollows, but far weaker than the one that clashed with Jidanbo, Ikkaku, and Renji.

         The situation has become so bad that even Captain Unohana assists in healing. Her hands hover above the red haired Lieutenant glowing a warm green. Beside her ample thigh is a small bowl of murky red water, a bloodstained rag laid over the top of it. A spool of glossy thread sits beside it, glittering needle lying on the wooden floor. She watches closely as the long, deep gash down Renji's muscular chest and abdomen reacts to her kido. The light pulses slowly as she moves her hands up and down the wounds. His muscles tense around it as they close, and Renji inhales sharply.

         "It seems you've underestimated these Ryoka, Abarai Renji," Unohana says. Her voice is soft as it glides to Renji's ear. She has a small smile plastered upon her soft lips, as she often does, and her eyes remain closed. Renji sneers, turning his head away from Unohana. He has quite a lot to think about. How could he have lost? How could Ichigo have grown so much in so little time? How would he catch Byakuya? He really wished Captain Unohana hadn't gone to the trouble of personally attending to him. For the higher ups to see him so shamefully defeated... It might be worse than the pain of dying. Not to mention, right after Unohana finished minimally patching him up, his Captain had ordered he be locked in a cell.

         Just then, a crushing spiritual pressure exploded into the air. One that could immobilize the weaker shinigami. It was immense, choking to even Renji. Unohana's kido flickers and fades as she looks up to the ceiling. She inhales deeply, trying to sense what was happening all of a sudden. Two of the pressures were familiar, those of Captains. They didn't clash with one another, nor were they even close to each other in the Seretei. The other two must belong to Ryoka unfortunate enough to meet a Captain. One of the Ryoka, the one who met with Captain Shunsui Kyoraku, was weak, nowhere near Captain level, and got snuffed out quickly. Shunsui's spiritual pressure faded back to normal, his opponent's completely gone.

         On the other side of the Seretei was a sinister energy. One that could stop one's heart without a second thought. The energy of a demon. The energy of Captain Kenpachi Zaraki of the Eleventh Division. Perhaps he intended to avenge his men, who had fallen en masse to these Ryoka, though that wasn't really Kenpachi's style. Unohana knew better. She knew that Kenpachi had entered the battle for the sole purpose of fun. He was a monster of a man that most shinigami couldn't help but fear. A presence very few could match, and even fewer wanted to achieve.

         Feeling Kenpachi's spiritual pressure throughout the entire Seretei was common place, as he enjoyed battle more than anything. What caught Unohana's attention, however, was just how strong it was. There was no doubt in her mind that Kenpachi had removed his eye patch, his power growing stronger and stronger by the second. Whoever this Ryoka he clashed with was, met him at Captain level strength. Unohana sat back, staring into the ceiling as she silently observed the battle through pulsing spiritual pressure. It cut through the walls as if they were nothing and hit her deep in her core.

         Unohana took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts, and turned her attention back to Renji. She had intended to use Kido and heal him completely, but now... She picked up the needle and thread, deftly preparing it. It would be best if she saved her energy. If even a single one of these Ryoka was strong enough to clash with a Captain, it was important she stayed ready to save one of her comrades' lives. Renji would survive with a little stitching. The Lieutenant turned his head, seeing the needle inching closer and closer to his flesh. He tried to protest, beg for some kind of numbing anesthetic, but he couldn't seem to get words out. His limbs wouldn't move and he couldn't so much as wiggle away. He was completely at Unohana's mercy!

         Renji felt the cold tip of the needle press to his skin and then... nothing. Unohana had stopped and, as he stared at her, he felt why. Ichigo's spiritual pressure was gone, but, more importantly, Kenpachi's was fading. It didn't fade as Shunsui's had, just moments ago. Instead it drops, quickly, much faster than any uninjured person's would. Another Captain had fallen. Unohana set the needle and thread down, rising to her feet. The doors to the the private room bursts open. "Captain Unohana!" Isane, stands in the doorway, her eyes wide, panting for breath. "We just got word from Lieutenant Kusajishi! Captain Zaraki-" Unohana silences her fevered Lieutenant with a small nod, her smile never faltering.

         "Isane, please, finish attending to Lieutenant Abarai." With that, Unohana departs, latching onto Zaraki's fading spiritual pressure. Isane enters the room, closing the door behind her. She sits next to Renji, taking a moment to calm down. These Ryoka were serious business. First Aizen and now Zaraki... She looks over Renji, doing her best to figure out what all needed to be done. She spots the needle and thread, prepped and ready to stitch him up. Picking it up, she pauses. Isane knows her Captain quite well. Before starting the procedure, she places a gentle hand upon Renji's chest. There was no way Unohana had bothered numbing the poor Lieutenant.

         A burst of green light fills the room for a split second and Renji lets out a sigh of relief. His muscles relax, the pain from his wounds lessening. He was so glad that Isane had a kinder heart than her Captain.

         Unohana lands beside the injured Zaraki and the small, pink haired, Yachiru. Zaraki is unconscious, but still alive, if only barely. His Lieutenant's worried expression melts away as she lays eyes on Unohana. "Re-chan!" She says happily. Unohana smiles kindly to the young shinigami. It'd been a while since she had run into the Eleventh Division Lieutenant, but she was just as remembered. A cheerful ball of energy that would not be good to have around during intense medical procedure. "Kenny got hurt, but he had a lot of fun fighting with Ichi." She nods, a large grin on her small face.

         "I see." Unohana kneels beside Zaraki. He's received multiple wounds that would be fatal to a lesser man, but with Unohana here he'd surely survive. The quiet Captain looks to the easily excited Lieutenant. "Lieutenant Kusajishi Ya-chi-ru," she speaks, Yachiru's name coming slowly from her soft lips. "A great number of your squad mates have found their way to my barracks. Perhaps it would be good for morale if you were to visit them, don't you think?" Yachiru's eyes light up. She nods, excited to see Ikkaku and Yumichika, before turning and running off, towards the Fourth Division's barracks.

         Unohana runs her eyes along Zaraki's body. She watches his dark blood running along his powerful muscles. The white cloth of his Captain's coat grows red, the color spreading across its well worn material as Zaraki lays upon it. Her slender hands move down, gently pulling his kimono open, completely revealing his chest. She runs her fingers along it, dragging them through the warm blood. "So much power," She whispers. Unohana inhales deeply, feeling a certain ache growing within her. Despite being the head of the medical division, there isn't anything in this world Unohana enjoys more than the sight of blood.

         She licks her lips slowly. And seeing it upon Kenpachi Zaraki simply excited her more. The amount of power this "Ichi" Ryoka must have had is immense. To have enough to scratch Kenpachi was quite the feat, but to nearly kill him? Unohana's smile widened into a grin, lust clouding her sparkling eyes. "It seems I have no choice, but to use that technique." Unohana's hand trails down Zaraki's powerful form. She moves it slow, enjoying the feel of his muscles under her fingertips. Her hand pushes passed his belt, running down his leg. She slides it back up, finding his fat cock.

         She wraps her slender fingers around the thick base, inhaling deeply as she feels the heat of his body in the palm of her hand. Her free hand runs up and down his body, gently tracing the long wound running down it. As she stared down at the massive man, she marveled at what a monster Kenpachi Zaraki truly was. Not only strong, but he stands a full foot and a half taller than the quite short medical Captain. To cut someone of his size down is quite the feat for a single Ryoka. As these thoughts cross Unohana's mind, she feels herself getting more and more excited. Surely she wouldn't be the one that subdued this Ichi character... but if she were allowed to.

         Her tongue pushes from her mouth and drags across her soft lips. Her grip upon Zaraki's thick member tightens and she begins pumping up and down. Slowly, letting it grow at its own pace. The length thickens until her fingers can't fully wrap around it, throbbing and pulsing in her grasp. "Feel it, Zaraki," She whispers. Inhaling deeply, Unohana lets out a small chuckle, squeezing her thick thighs together. She can barely contain herself. "Feel the pain well up inside you. Concentrate it to a single point, right here." She gives the base of his cock a firm, loving squeeze. "Allow me to expel it."

         Zaraki stirs in his state of unconsciousness. She'd surely have to heal him quite a bit more before he would wake, but Unohana was in no rush. She was enjoying having his body at her disposal. Leaning down, she presses her forehead to his, gazing at him. "Allow the powers of Kaido fill your body and wash away your wounds, Zaraki." Her voice comes at a mere whisper. As she speaks, the wound which stretches across his face begins to close, eventually disappearing. That one was quite small, however, and closing the others wouldn't be nearly as easy.

         Unohana laid a gentle kiss upon Zaraki's lips. As hers met his, she felt a sharp pain shoot across her face. "Hah!" She gasps, sitting up. Her back arches and her muscles tense as she feels the pain of Zaraki's wound surge throughout her. Her breaths come in fast succession, chest rising and falling quickly, heart racing. Unohana quivers as the pain fades. She plants a hand on his chest, leaning against it, regaining her senses. She feels goosebumps all over her body. Her nipples press against the soft material of her kimono and her cunt drools with lust, begging for attention.

         She lets her head loll back for a moment, eyes shut. With a deep breath, Unohana searches the area around them for any trace of spirit energy. She finds none, other than Zaraki's and her own. "Tch, ehahaha," She chuckles, looking down at Zaraki once more. Her eyes move to his crotch, seeing the large tent she's created in them, his fat cock standing tall. Unohana removes her hands from him, sitting back, her heels pressing into her round bottom.

         She runs her shaking hands over her own body. They move all over her chest, squeezing her ample breast before sliding into her kimono and running across her soft skin. Unohana opens her top, sliding it from her shoulders and revealing her porcelain skin. Despite being a shinigami for as long as anyone could be a shinigami, she wears no visible scars. And, as she slides her clothing further down, rising to allow them to fall to the ground, she wears none upon legs either. It looked as if Unohana hadn't gotten in a single battle for as long as she lived, but most shinigami knew that not to be true.

         Unohana stands over Zaraki, staring down at him. Her pristine white Captain's coat is all that hangs from her body, blowing in the wind. Her thick, shapely legs spread wide as she plants her feet on either side of Zaraki's body. Her flat stomach leads to large breasts that look to be as soft and warm as the finest pillows. Her pink nipples stand on point as Unohana rolls one between her thumb and index finger.

         She lowers herself, bending her knees and squatting over him. Reaching between her legs, Unohana takes hold of Zaraki's cock once more. She feels him pulse and throb through his kimono, enjoying how it feels in her hands for a few moments. Unohana finally frees it, letting it stand tall in all of its glory. The massive beast of a dick is thicker than Unohana's wrist and much longer than the hilt of a blade. Hot precum drools from the head, running down the length to his heavy nuts, each one larger than a golf ball.

         Unohana runs the fat head along her snug lips, letting it part them and gently kiss her cunt. She lowered herself onto him, thick ass cheeks tensing as she feels that massive rod pushing into her. She feels her body stretch to fit his girth, a shiver running down her spine. She quivers atop him, barely having gotten half of the thing inside of herself. She pushes on, the muscles in her thighs flexing as she forces more and more of that massive length inside of her. Her aching cunt drools down him, her juices coating his throbbing mass, doing its best to lube the rest of the fat cock until she can finally sit upon his groin.

         Unohana pauses for a moment, catching her breath. She plants her hands on his chest, keeping herself steady, and pants quietly. It takes quite some time for Unohana to adjust to his size, as it isn't often she spends time with men. Being a Captain, running around spreading her legs for any and all she wishes is quite shameful and she must refrain. But if it's to save the life of a man like Zaraki, then it's what must be done. And, as she rests upon his groin, Unohana moves her wide hips slowly, grinding on him. She lets her round ass rub against him, stray moans escaping her throat.

         "Feel your pain well up inside you. Feel as it becomes pleasure. The shame of your defeat becomes the thrill of battle," Unohana whispers. She lifts her hips up, quivering as her snug lips grip Zaraki's fat dick tightly. She shudders, sliding back down, impaling herself upon him. Unohana leans forward, her heavy breasts bouncing as she begins to ride. Sliding her snug cunt up and down his throbbing veiny cock. Letting him reshape her tight fuckhole like no man ever has. "Let it build," She commands, her voice breathy. "Let it all collect in that spot."

         Faint green light glows beneath Unohana's palms, which press firmly to Zaraki's chest. His wounds begin lessening, slowly but surely, as she rides him. Her round ass slaps loudly against his groin, her pale cheeks growing red. Zaraki groans under her, her moans reaching his ears. The feel of her cunt's grip stirring him from unconsciousness. His eyes open slowly and he stares up. He can feel the pain from Ichigo's blade fading, outweighed from the Fourth Division Captain's heavenly cunt. He lays still, enjoying the feeling, watching her breasts jiggle and bounce as she rides like a common whore.

         He feels the hot juices of her lust running down his fat cock, dripping off of his heavy balls. He feels himself aching for her just as he aches for battle. Zaraki leans up and grasps one of those large tits in one powerful hand, pressing the other his lips. Unohana doesn't seem to care that he's now awake, her mind completely focused on riding his massive dick. As she feels his hot breath coating her nipple, his thick tongue lapping against the sensitive nub, she cries out with pleasure. Zaraki snarls like animal beneath her, thrusting his hips up as she comes down.

         "Fuuuh!" Unohana cries out as his groin claps so hard against her ass. She shivers, going still. As she feels him sucking on her heavy tit, driving her crazy with that rough mouth, Zaraki's free hand graps Unohana's ass cheek, squeezing it firmly. His large fingers sink in her doughy flesh for a moment before he pulls away and spanks her. "Guh!" The clap resonates loudly, travelling far through the Seretei, Unohana's thick cheek jiggling with aftershock. A red imprint of Zaraki's massive hand glows upon her pale flesh, the sting making Unohana quiver atop him.

         He grabs hold of her ass once more, his middle finger pressing to her tight asshole. Zaraki pushes harder and harder against it until his finger slips passed that tight ring, not stopping until his knuckle hits her fat ass. He uses that firm grip to lift her up once more, only to slam her back down on his cock. "Animal!" Unohana screams out. "Such a shamef-aaah!" She cries out as he does it again. "Shameful defeat at theeeeee! Hands of a Ryoka!" She gasps, hardly able to get her words out as Zaraki assaults her tight cunt. Forcing his cock deep inside of her like that's where it belongs. "To call such aaaaah! A weakling Kenpachiiiii!"

         Unohana pants, doing her best to stay upright as he ruins her. His lips pressed to her large tit, sucking greedily on her. Her tight asshole flexes around his finger as he violates it. Her cunt aches around him, drooling liquid lust, making sloppy sounds as he plunges that fat dick so deep into her. "Shameful," Zaraki repeats with a laugh. His lips buzz against her nipple as he laughs at her, slamming himself harder and faster. He feels himself getting closer, his throbbing cock not able to take much more.

         "Give it to me!" Unohana howls, panting heavily. "Give me you pain!" Just as she says it, as if reacting to a command, Zaraki cums. His body tenses against hers and he explodes deep inside. Thick hot cream rushes throughout her, flooding her womb. Unohana moans loudly as she feels it, filling her so thoroughly, causing her flat stomach to bloat slightly. Zaraki's wounds are completely gone, his vision going blurry as he falls back, unconscious once more.

         Unohana quivers atop him, shivering and gritting her teeth. His pain fills her body, running down her abdomen and across her chest. Her head throbs and her eyes go vacant for a moment as she gets submerged in immeasurable pain. Her legs tense, cunt clenching around Zaraki's fat dick, still buried so deep inside of her. Unohana lets out a moan of primal lust, cumming for the brute beneath her. She shakes and shivers, raking her nails down his powerful chest. Her eyes roll back and she falls atop him, twitching slightly. The pain slowly fades, disappearing from her, leaving her only with pleasure.

         Unohana doesn't move for quite some time, regaining her senses. Once she does finally climb off of him, a torrent of thick cream runs down her legs, splattering at her feet. She lets it happen, letting as much escape as possible, her body still warm with it as she redresses. Unohana quickly wraps bandages in the proper places on Zaraki's body, making it look as if she had done some simple field dressing before carting him back to the barracks to rejoin his men. That technique was forbidden, after all, and if Yamamoto found out she used it, he wouldn't be very happy.