Bleach Porn Story: Mine

Bleach Porn Story: Mine

Chapter 11

As the last vestiges of his dreams faded into obscurity, Ichigo clumsily rolled over and expected to feel a warm body beside him. The only thing that met his hand was a pillow that had long since been abandoned by its previous occupant. He sat up with a scowl when his scan of the room did not reveal his petite lover. Ichigo had never been much of a morning person and grumbled as he prepared to pull the covers back over his head. He stopped mid-grumble when he noticed the tray of food next to the bed. Every tasty breakfast food he could imagine was laid out on that tray and Ichigo’s mouth watered at the sight of the delicious fare. He made quick work of it all and decided that he was now too awake to go back to sleep.

Unsure of what was expected of him, Ichigo slipped on his previously discarded pants and decided he would unpack while he waited on Rukia to return. At Seireitei, his role was clear and he knew his place very well, but this was a completely new situation. He wasn’t sure if he would be allowed freedom of the grounds or if Rukia would want him to be confined to this bedroom. He certainly hoped that he wouldn’t be stuck here for the entirety of this ‘visit’ but that decision was not his to make.

As he began removing items from his trunk, the bedroom door opened to admit a young woman whose clothing quickly denoted her status as that of a house servant. The dark-haired girl never looked up from the floor as she addressed Ichigo, “Please excuse the intrusion, Wakasama.” The young woman gave a slight bow before continuing, “My name is Hinamori Momo and Kuchiki-sama has given me the great honor of serving you for the duration of your stay. If there is anything you should desire, I will obtain it for you immediately.”

Ichigo was a bit taken aback by the formality and respect granted to him by this young girl and was quite unsure of how to respond. “Uhhh…well, ummm…please call me Ichigo. Can I call you Momo?” Accustomed to the stiff behavior of the nobility and their guests, Momo’s head shot up at his serious breach in etiquette. Her jaw went slack and her eyes rounded in awe when her eyes fell upon the man she would be serving. No wonder Kuchiki-sama told me to keep my eyes on the ground! Momo tried and failed to force her recalcitrant eyes back to the floor as she stuttered a response, “C-certainly, Ichigo-sama. You are f-free to call me whatever you l-like.”

Noticing her nervous behavior, Ichigo figured the girl had probably never been alone with a half-naked man before. He gave her a gentle smile designed to put her innocent mind at ease. When she saw that smile, the most prevalent thought in her ‘innocent’ brain was Fuck me please followed closely by Oh how I would love to lick every inch of you…

Momo’s face flushed at her less than wholesome thoughts and she rushed through her next sentence. “Is there anything I can get you before I leave?” Me on a silver platter, perchance?

“Actually,” he said softly, “A bath would be great. There’s a tub over there but the water is from last night…”

“Say no more, Ichigo-sama,” She interrupted, “I shall have the lower servants bring up a new tub and fresh hot water for you immediately!” Grateful to have a task to distract her traitorous mind, Momo dashed from the room to do his bidding. She really tried very hard to NOT think of him naked in the tub with water cascading off of his hard body. She did, of course, fail miserably.

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Very soon, Ichigo was clean and dressed but he still hadn’t seen Rukia. He was just about to go find her when the door opened and she walked into the room. Ichigo’s first thought was that she looked even more beautiful in the light of day. As his mind replayed the events of last night, a sensual smile curved his lips and he walked forward to take her in his arms. Rukia’s arms wound around his neck as their lips unerringly met in a bone-melting kiss.

He pulled away slightly, “Good morning, aikan, thank you for the food. It was delicious, but it was no substitute for waking up with you by my side.”

“You are most welcome, Ichigo. I am sorry that I wasn’t here to greet you properly this morning but I had some errands to run and thought I would let you sleep in. I hope you weren’t too disappointed?”

“Well,” he appeared to mull over her statement, “I was a bit disappointed but if you’d like to make it up to me, I can think of several ways in which you could accomplish your goal.”

His mischievous smile was infectious and the usually stoic demon found herself returning it with a silly grin of her own. “I would be willing to listen to some of these ‘ideas’ you have if you agree to do something for me in return…” Rukia’s hands slipped under the hem of his shirt and her nails began lightly raking his well-muscled ribs. It was something he seemed to enjoy last night and if the heated look in his eyes was any indication, he still did.

“Just what is it you’d like me to do for you, aijin?” His blatantly sensual tone combined with those fiery amber eyes sent the lust that had been smoldering within her into a raging inferno. Whereas before she’d been playfully caressing him, now one hand gouged the taut skin of his lower back while the other pulled his head down to hers. Before their kiss began, Ran’s sing-song voice interrupted their playful interlude.

“Ruuukiaaa…Ichigoooo are you decent?” She trilled before forcefully pushing the bedroom door open and practically running into the room. Her face fell when she saw that they were both fully clothed. “Oh, you two aren’t even naked! Oh well, I guess it’s just not my lucky day,” she pouted. “So, Ruki-chan, did you tell Ichigo what we’re doing today? Well of course not,” she said before anyone could respond, “You’ve been too busy slobbering all over him. Not that I blame you but, sheesh, you can’t just screw him all day every day…or can you? Hmmm,” she tapped her chin in contemplation, “theoretically, if you ate and drank while you rode him, it could be done!”

By the time she’d finished, Ichigo and Rukia were gaping at her as if she’d lost her mind. “What?” she shrugged. “Oh like you both weren’t thinking it! Anyhow, Ichigo today we are taking Rukia…SHOPPING! YAAAAYYYYY!” Ran spun around and did a weird kind of happy dance as Ichigo groaned at his misfortune.

“Well, it won’t be that bad,” Rukia snapped at Ichigo’s crestfallen expression. “I have a very important function coming up in a couple of months and I need to order my gown now to make sure it’s done in time. It shouldn’t take me very long and then we can all have lunch somewhere. I thought you might like to watch me model the designs…”

At that, Ichigo’s expression lightened, “Do I get to help you try them on?” he asked hopefully.

“Perhaps, if you don’t grumble too much about your lot in life,” Rukia grinned and Ran laughed out loud as Ichigo donned a satisfied expression akin to that of a cat who who had just eaten the canary.

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The trip to the yousaishi, turned out to be quite eventful indeed. The shop owner was well-versed in Rukia’s tastes and immediately showed her a book containing brand new European designs. Rukia and Ran poured over each picture and placed several orders for new outfits to supplement their existing wardrobes however it took a very long time to decide on which dress she would wear for the upcoming function. While Rukia simply adored the new elaborate French gowns, she refused to purchase any of the cumbersome wigs that were all the rage right now. She did allow the dress maker to order her a fine-boned silk corset so that her breasts would show the appropriate cleavage for her new gowns.

As promised, Ichigo became Rukia’s helper and assisted her into and out of each design prototype she chose. By the end of all the ‘trying on’ Ic
higo was so hard he was amazed that he wasn’t limping. Rangiku did her best to talk Rukia into letting Ichigo assist her but decided to give up when Rukia gave her the death glare from hell.

When the women were satisfied and all of their orders had been placed, the exhausted trio made their way to a nearby ryouriya. Ran wanted to stop at every store on the way to their destination, so it turned into quite an adventure. Rukia bristled as seemingly every woman on the street stared at Ichigo. Some of them were discreet in their appreciation while others looked as though they wanted to proposition him on the spot. They all received the same deadly stare from the Kuchiki heiress and decided against approaching him. Ichigo sidled closer to Rukia and put a possessive arm around her slim form while drawing her body next to his own. Rukia looked up at him with an inscrutable expression but settled into his embrace with only the slightest bit of discomfort. Demons, particularly Kuchiki demons, did not typically DO public displays of affection. It never crossed her mind that he was being possessive of her she just assumed that he noticed her agitation and was seeking to allay her concerns.

Ichigo was actually oblivious to all of Rukia’s angst because he was much too focused on his own. When he saw every male within shouting distance trip over themselves to ogle his companions, every chauvinistic male feeling Ichigo never knew he had came roaring to the forefront. Ran saw everything that happened with the two of them and grinned secretly at their behavior.

Both of them seemed to have calmed down by the time they reached their destination and they all enjoyed an excellent meal. Halfway through dessert, Ichigo noticed a tall, muscular man heading straight for their little group. If possible, this man’s appearance was even more out of the way than his own. His hair was a deep red piled atop a tattooed face. Actually, nearly everywhere you looked, you could see tattoos.

When Rukia noticed the man, she nodded at him and gave a small smile. “Renji,” she gestured toward an empty chair, “Would you care to join us?”

“Of course, baka…didja think I came all the way over here to stand around while you ate?” Renji shifted his focus to Ran next, “Did you miss me, beautiful?”

Ran rolled her eyes and greeted the interloper in a fashion similar to what Ichigo would have, “Oi, teme…what the hell are you doing here?”

“Just came to see my favorite girls.” The offensive male finally looked toward Ichigo, “Who tha hell is this? Another boy toy?” He asked with a condescending smirk.

Ichigo just barely resisted the urge to make the dumbass bleed as he raised his head in universal male greeting. “Kurosaki Ichigo,” he drawled. As much as Ichigo disliked this new addition, he refused to show it. If anything, he appeared even more relaxed than before if not a little smug.

“Renji,” Rukia snapped in her most imperious Kuchiki tone, “You need to learn some manners. Ichigo is my guest and I expect you to treat him with respect. I honestly don’t know why my father keeps you around.”

“Probably just to make you happy, princess,” he answered with a lewd grin. “Hey, sorry to cut this party short, Ruki-chan, but I just really came by to say hello. I’ve got to do some things for Kuchiki-soudaishou. I’ll come by one day soon and you, me, and Ran can have a real party like we did before.”

Ichigo’s eyes turned positively glacial at his implication and Renji grinned unapologetically at him, “Sorry kid, adults only for what I’ve got in mind…maybe you can join us when you’re older.” Ichigo would have lunged for the bastard had not both Rukia and Ran placed strong, restraining hands on each of his shoulders to hold him down. As Renji walked away, Ichigo glared daggers at his retreating form.

“Who the fuck was that guy?” Ichigo asked darkly.

“Awww…that’s so cute, Rukia. Ichigo’s jealous of Renji!” Ran said with a sappy grin.

Rukia’s eyebrows rose and she looked at Ichigo in askance.

“Jealous? Whaddya mean, jealous? I just didn’t like the way that dumb ass talked to Rukia…that’s it!” He wasn’t jealous…was he? When that son of a bitch talked to Rukia like that, he had wanted to bash his head into the street until the fucker was dead. He’d never reacted this way around any other client and he wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. All he did know was that he wanted that bastard’s blood and one day, he would get it.

“Ichigo,” Rukia began, “Renji is my father’s second in command and he’s not someone to trifle with-he’s a dangerous man. He was baiting you just now because he loves a good fight but I will not allow you to damage yourself like that. I am paying a lot of money for you and I want exactly what I’m paying for.”

Hearing the sobering reminder of exactly what he was to her, kind of shocked Ichigo out of his anger. He had almost forgotten. It had been quite novel to traverse Kyoto with these two women who were not afraid to be seen with him. To visit shops, laugh, and talk like any other man. He had felt like a normal human being for the first time in years and because of that, he had almost forgotten that he was just a whore. Just a pet for Rukia to fuck until she grew tired of him. He was nothing to her and he would do well to remember that.

Ichigo adopted a subservient mien, “Forgive me, nushi, I will do nothing to damage myself.”

After they’d finished eating, the three of them left for the villa. Rukia didn’t know why but Ichigo’s behavior had changed since their meeting with Renji. Gone was the care-free man who shopped and joked with them earlier. She supposed it was for the best…for a while she had almost forgotten. This day was full of things that she hadn’t felt in a very long time…happiness and laughter. Those were nothing knew to Ran but to Rukia…they were extraordinary. Because of that, she had almost forgotten that she was paying for the pleasure of his company. In the back of her mind, Rukia wondered if he had a choice, would he choose to stay with her-and it bothered her that she should care.

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Rukia gave Ichigo free reign of their home, so after they returned, he set out to explore his temporary residence. It was a large, beautiful estate and Ichigo began to realize just how wealthy his new patroness must be. When he found the opulent stables full of prize-worthy horse flesh, he decided to ask Rukia if he might be able to ride about the grounds. She didn’t seem inclined to keep him sequestered within her bedroom, so it was possible that she might agree to his request. The brief moments he spent on the thief’s horse yesterday made him yearn for the days when he rode for hours with his father.

By the time he returned to the main house, nightfall was settling in. As soon as he entered the main hall, his little servant-Momo-immediately greeted him. She was once again composed and staring at the floor. “Ichigo-sama, Rukia-sama and Rangiku-sama request that you join them in the dining room for dinner.”

“Certainly, Momo, just give me a few moments to clean up and I’ll be right there.” Momo gave a short bow and hurried toward the dining room.

Ichigo had changed into snug black trousers that showed his backside to perfection and a crisp white shirt. It stretched invitingly across his broad shoulders and the top few buttons were undone to hint at the powerful chest beneath. Yoruichi always made sure that Ichigo dressed with the intent to seduce, and that training was so ingrained into him that he gave no thought to it.

When he walked into the dining room, both women’s eyes were immediately drawn to him and raging lust was clearly evident in their eyes and parted lips. When he saw their looks, he cursed his choice of wardrobe and quickly made his way to an empty seat beside Rukia. The two women never took their eyes off of him and
Ichigo felt like he was about to be the main course. That thought bothered him but he wasn’t sure why. It’s not as though he’d never been the focus of a ménage a trois before…far from it. Women paid very well to be able to share him with their friends. Because of her previous possessive behavior, Ichigo hoped that Rukia would be different-he just didn’t want to feel like that much of a whore tonight. He was relieved when they both seemed to snap out of their respective dazes as the first course arrived.

Ran started up the conversation and told Rukia about Ichigo’s fight in the forest. Ichigo could see that Rukia’s interest was piqued but he didn’t know what she would think about his blood thirsty behavior. When Ran finished her detailed depiction of the events, Rukia’s eyes were alive with…delight? What kind of woman took pleasure from that kind of thing? The kind of woman you’d like to have for your own, his inner beast whispered. He mentally shook himself as the conversation continued. He continued with the subservient attitude and resisted participating too much. By the time they’d finished dinner, Ichigo was ready to crawl into a bed somewhere and sleep like the dead. However, he knew that wouldn’t be the case if the look in Rukia’s eyes was any indication. At least I won’t have to fuck them both, he thought tiredly.

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Rangiku bluntly informed them both that she needed to get laid so she left to find her favorite partner in Kyoto. After her departure, Ichigo and Rukia made their way up the stairs and into Rukia’s suite. Ichigo knew what was coming and tried to steel himself against feeling any unwanted sentimentality but it was not to be. As soon as she turned those beautiful eyes on him and began peeling the shirt from his body, any thought of remaining aloof flew out the window. Rukia wanted to pick up where they had left off that morning and hungrily attacked his beautiful mouth.

Ichigo seemed ready, willing, and able to wage sensual war and his tongue immediately began dueling with hers for supremacy. He had just gained the upper-hand when he suddenly withdrew from her mouth. Rukia’s tiny mew of dissatisfaction was soothed away as Ichigo gently cradled her head and spread kisses along her jawline. He seemed to notice her temporary loss of defenses and lightly nibbled and kissed his way down her sensitive neck. Rukia was nearly purring from the sensation as liquid heat began drenching her cleft. Ichigo sensed her imminent surrender and grinned as he continued to press his advantage. His hands drifted down to her bottom and kneaded the flesh there while firmly pressing her against his now aching erection.

Rukia didn’t understand this abrupt change in pace, but she was certainly not complaining. For the entirety of her existence, she had enjoyed rough sex-perhaps it was her less than stunning introduction to intercourse or maybe the influence of her demon blood-either way, she had always thrived on it. If a man was too soft with her, she would simply take over and show him what she wanted. Never had Rukia experienced such a gentle touch and what was more amazing was that she was enjoying it tremendously. Rukia’s body responded with a rush of heat and an aching need to have him inside her. While intense, those needs became secondary to the alien sensation of wanting to return his tenderness. The need to lovingly run her fingers through his silky hair and to tenderly caress his beautiful body without causing harm or discomfort became paramount to her. She wanted to hold him close and never let him go. She didn’t want to think about what these thoughts meant; she only wanted to feel him deep inside her.

Ichigo left her long enough to remove both of their clothes. When he came back to her, he lifted her petite form and carried her to the edge of the bed. Instead of joining her there, he knelt before her and spread her smooth thighs far apart. He stared into her eyes as he slipped one long finger inside her. Her eyes narrowed and her breathing quickened as she gripped the bed linens tightly for support. With his finger working in and out of her, he leaned forward and took one aching nipple between his lips. Rukia’s eyes drifted closed as she gave into her earlier desire to be tender with him. She gently placed her hands on his head and hesitantly began massaging his scalp. When he groaned in response to her light touch, Rukia was emboldened. Somehow she was able to remove herself from his grasp and back away.

“Is something wrong, Rukia?” he asked with a slight frown.

She smiled in response and pulled him onto the bed, “I want to taste you now, atsusa.”

Ichigo’s eyes lit up as he lay back on the bed, content for the moment to let her have her way. Rukia kissed him lightly on the lips before she mirrored his earlier treatment of her. She trailed kisses along his jaw and neck and then continued lower. She lightly scraped her nails against his chest and gently tweaked his nipples. She was delighted when he jerked beneath her. She bent down to taste his nipples before continuing on in her oddly reserved treatment. When her nails scraped his ribs and abdomen he groaned and reached for her. Rukia pulled away from him and just smiled as she traveled lower. When her exploration brought her hands to his thick cock, he thrust toward her as fluid glistened at the tip. Her eyes went black at the sight and she leaned down to lick the arousing moisture away. Once Rukia tasted him, she could not get enough. The demon within her soul purred with satisfaction as she took him into her mouth.

Ichigo shot up onto his left elbow as the shock of her mouth on him burned through his body. He opened his eyes to see her attempt to take him further inside. His right hand unconsciously went to the back of her head as he encouraged her to take even more of his pulsing erection into her small, wet mouth. When her eyes darted to him, she swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock and he nearly came into her mouth. He wanted to…gods how he wanted to…but Yoruichi had hammered restraint into his core. He understood that most women did not enjoy the taste of a man’s seed in their mouth, so Ichigo reined in his rampant need.

Rukia saw what he wanted to do and also saw him holding back with an admirably iron will, but that’s not what she wanted. She had never before felt the need to drink from a man’s body before but right now, that’s all she could think of. She wanted to break his restraint-she didn’t want him to be able to resist her. She wanted his cum all over her and she wasn’t going to stop until she got it.

Rukia placed one small hand around the base of his penis while the other massaged his tight balls. When she began working her hand, mouth, and tongue in conjunction Ichigo felt his control slipping. When he felt her begin to take him into her throat, he knew he couldn’t stop himself so he tried to pull her off of him. She would have none of that and took her hand from his balls and began tweaking his nipple with it. Ichigo couldn’t think straight as he grabbed her head with both hands and thrust into her mouth. He shuddered and groaned as his release flooded her mouth. When he was finished, he immediately released her head and sat up with a horrified look on his beautiful face. “Rukia…I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have…”

Before he could finish, Rukia kissed him and drove her tongue into his mouth. He tasted himself on her and amazingly felt his lust stir again. “Now, it’s your turn again,” she said hotly. Rukia pushed him on his back again and this time, she placed her dripping pussy over his mouth. Her scent pervaded his senses as he gripped her hips and took one long lick. He’d never seen a woman so wet for him before and it brought his erection back full force. He began working his tongue over her highly sensitive clit and when she would have pulled away, he held her tightly to his mouth. She gave
him to quarter and he wouldn’t give her any either. He licked and swirled around her before sucking hard on the bundle of nerves. Rukia screamed as she came and Ichigo slid out from under her and quickly came up behind her. His erection was hot against her back as he kissed her neck and massaged her breasts. When she felt herself coming to the brink of orgasm yet again, Rukia pushed him away and leaned forward on her hands and knees. The look she gave him over her shoulder made him shiver as she whispered, “Fuck me, Ichigo.” He really didn’t need to hear any more than that and Ichigo swiftly entered her from behind and buried himself to the hilt of her tight sheathe. When he began pumping in and out of her, Rukia pushed back hard against him. This position brought him so deep within her and put him in a perfect position to push against her most erogenous place. He knew exactly what to do to bring her to a mind-bending orgasm and that’s exactly what he did. When he felt her walls contract around him, he responded in kind. Both could have sworn they saw stars…

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