"Ichigo?" Orihime hummed distractedly, not actually addressing him. Apparently, he came up in her and Tatsuki's conversation. "He's still an ok servant, I guess."
Ichigo was used to his goddess not caring, but after all of his effort to serve her and only be called an 'ok' servant was a bit depressing.
"I know, it really is hard to believe I used to think I loved him." Orihime laughed, completely oblivious to Ichigo. "But hey, those quote un quote feelings led to me discovering his true purpose. So I guess I shouldn't be too embarrassed now."
Ichigo remembered when his goddess used to have strong feelings for him. He pretty much ignored her completely back then. If only he would've understood what a perfect goddess she was back then, maybe things would be different now. Maybe being Orihime's obedient slave wouldn't be the only way he could be with her...
"I never told you?" Orihime said, still talking on the phone. "I got sick of him never paying attention to me, by the time he realized how beautiful and perfect I was, I had gotten over my feelings for him. He was so desperate to be with me that he agreed to be my slave forever... I know, it was that easy! You would never know he was a powerful hero... Ok, Tatsuki. See ya."
Orihime hung up the phone and glanced down at him. "That's enough with my feet, slave. My butt is sweaty to. Serve it." Her order given, Orihime went back to ignoring him. Not a single word about the quality of his service... nothing. She didn't even bother taking her pants or panties off - that was his job. As she started dialing another number, Ichigo set about obeying her command. He didn't know why his Goddess was wearing pants on such a hot day, but her pants practically clung to her body as he pulled them off. Next, he pulled her panties off, which were even more damp with sweat than the pants.
Ichigo stared straight at his goddess' exposed pussy. She never let him lick there, she said he didn't deserve it. She believed he was only barely worthy of licking her asshole. He forced himself to tear his eyes away. He didn't want to risk upsetting Orihime. He dutifully moved behind her, where her gorgeous round ass was completely exposed in all of its glory. Orihime's ass was truly a work of art. It wasn't huge, but it wasn't small. And it certainly was anything but flat. Truthfully, if all Ichigo had to do was stare at it or touch it, this would be a great moment. But he had a much nastier task to get to.
After years of serving his goddess, Ichigo was well trained. He knew exactly what Orihime expected whenever she ordered him to serve her sweaty ass. She had trained him so well, that she no longer needed to fully explain her commands. Just a few brief words from her was enough for him to understand what she expected.
He pressed a kiss against his goddess' ass to show his respect. Now that he showed his proper respect, Ichigo rubbed his face up in Orihime's ass, effectively using it as a rag to collect sweat. Having a woman's ass sweat all over his face was an unpleasant experience to say the least, but what he was about to do was far worse. Now that his goddess' ass was dry, Ichigo leaned in and kissed it five times to show his goddess appreciation that she allowed him to use his face as her ass-sweat rag.
"Hi Rukia! How's it going?" Orihime cheerily greeted, still completely ignoring her slave's service. Ichigo knew better than to hope that she would expect her to acknowledge his service, but it still hurt. Especially considering what he was about to do...
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