Rukia slid the door to Ichigo’s closet open ever so slightly.  She squeezed her eyes shut, feeling as though more sleep was necessary, but she opened them again as she slid her hand down her white shirt and over her gray skirt.  She remembered that Ichigo told her to stay put before she slept.  He left to take care of a few hollows and, in his place, put Kon inside his body.  It appeared as though Kon had decided to sleep as well.

            It didn’t matter, Rukia realized.  She rubbed her pussy with her hand, gently at first.  Kon might be inside Ichigo, she thought, but it was still Ichigo’s body she lusted after.  She rubbed harder, back and forth.  The motion gradually became circular.  She lifted the skirt and pushed against her panties to feel her moist lips.  She lifted her left leg and moved her underwear to the side.  Two of her fingers slipped in and out of her pussy.  Rukia rolled over slightly and began lightly humping the air as she rubbed around her clit.

            Something fuzzy was against her upper leg.  She looked down through half closed eyes to see Kon’s lifeless doll.  She needed something.  It didn’t matter what.  Besides, he would never know.

            She grabbed Kon and placed him between her legs.  She squeezed her legs tightly together and held his head to her pussy as she grind against it.  Rukia moaned at the sudden tingling sensation.  Cum dripped from her pussy’s lips and onto her makeshift bed.  She looked out at Ichigo, still sleeping, as the tingling continued.

            “Oh, yes, yes,” she whispered, grinding harder until she noticed muffled noises.  She didn’t want to stop, but the noise continued as she kept humping the doll.  Rukia pulled Kon out from her legs enough to see his face.

            “My lovely Rukia!” Kon screamed.  He reached for her breasts, blushing as he did so.

            “Quiet,” she whispered, looking over to make sure Ichigo was undisturbed in his bed.  He didn’t move at all.  “Be quiet,” she repeated.

            Kon was happy, but surprised that Rukia hadn’t yet kicked or thrown him far away from herself.  “Rukia?” he asked.

            Rukia lifted her right hand to her white button-up shirt and undid the top button.  “Kon, this is the only time I’ll ever say this,” she said softly.  “I want you to **** me as hard as you can.”