You’d barely made it to the couch—ten full minutes of slow, limping shuffles, arms and torso wrapped in thick bandages, feet aching with every step. The aftershocks of the Thousand-Year Blood War clung to your body like weights. Even reaching for the remote felt like a quest.

You finally sat, exhaling like it was the first time in days. The room was quiet, the TV still off, peace finally settling in.

Until you heard her.

The soft thud of bare feet. The low, almost growling purr in her throat. Then—

WHAM.

Yoruichi pounced.

Her thick, perfect ass landed right in your lap with devastating force—round, warm, and jiggling as if her entire lower body had a mind of its own. You grunted as her weight pinned you, your injured legs throbbing beneath her, but her energy was wild—feral. The aftereffects of battle hit her like this: not with soreness… but with need.

“Mmm… missed this lap,” she purred, voice low, almost taunting. “You look so helpless, baby…”

She started moving—hips rolling slow, deep, mesmerizing. Each bounce of her ass sent ripples through your lap. The way her soft, dense flesh clapped against you made the couch creak. That perfect curve of her backside worked your lap like a weapon, every grind measured, every bounce heavy and hypnotic.

Even in your weakened state, you twitched.

She smirked back at you, beads of sweat on her toned back, golden eyes glowing. “What? Can’t fight back? Aww…”

Her fat cheeks rippled again, slapping into you like waves—wide, full, powerful. The kind of body made for chaos, for dominance. You could feel the heat off her skin, every bounce pushing your head back against the couch as your vision blurred from stimulation alone.

“I told you,” she moaned, dropping low, her butt stretching across your entire lap. “You survive a war with me, you’d better survive this too…”