Bleach Porn Story: Mine

Chapter 22

~~Ichigo was poised above Rukia, looking lovingly into her beautiful face. As he entered her slowly, feeling every inch of her sheathe contract with pleasure, he felt such peace. Never before had he felt so complete…so loved. The pleasure becoming too intense for his leisurely pace, Ichigo ran his hand down her thigh, behind her knee, as he began sliding faster, deeper, and harder into her willing body. His mouth went unerringly to her breasts as his skillful tongue worked its magic on her. “AAAAhhhhh…Ichigo,” Rukia screamed as her orgasm tore through her.

As he felt her walls clamp around his rigid length, Ichigo squeezed his eyes tightly shut in an effort to gain control over his unruly body. It was deeply ingrained in him that a woman should experience more than one orgasm during sex, therefore letting his passion have free reign was difficult to do…Once a whore, always a whore, he supposed. She just wouldn’t stop milking his cock and it was making him a little insane.

When he opened his eyes to tell her to stop moving, Rukia was gone and in her place was Yoruichi. “What the…? Why the hell are you here?” Ichigo yelled in outrage. Yoruichi only smiled her oddly cat-like grin as she rolled her hips, taking him deeper inside. Ichigo hissed at the pleasure it brought him but tried to extricate himself from her grasp. He didn’t want this…he didn’t want her. He almost pulled all the way out of her body only to find that he was chained tightly to the bed and couldn’t move any further. Yoruichi said nothing but her smile widened a bit.

As he struggled against his bondage, Ichigo felt the sharp and familiar sting of a leather whip across his skin and heard a woman’s mocking laughter, “Kurosaki-kun…did you miss me?” Her question was accompanied by another lash and as his body tightened involuntarily, he felt her breath on his neck. “You’ll never get away from us…ever. No matter how hard you struggle to be free, we’ll ALWAYS own you.” As she licked him from the back of his neck to his ear, Ichigo shuddered with pure revulsion…Orihime. Just looking at her, one would not automatically recognize her true nature; however, her innocent face and shapely body hid a soul as evil and dark as that freak who raped him. He hated this woman…why was she here?

Beneath him, Yoruichi wrapped her legs around his waist and slid him completely inside her. As Orihime beat him, Yoruichi fucked him and all he wanted to do was get away from both of them. Their laughter was all around him as they each used him for their own sick pleasures. Ichigo screamed at them to stop, his anger and frustration making him shake uncontrollably. They wouldn’t stop. They would never stop. He could make them stop. He WOULD make them stop.

As soon as the thought came, Ichigo allowed all of the hate and rage he felt to coalesce inside his soul and the resultant explosion of power allowed him to rip free of the chains. As he turned toward his tormenters, Yoruichi asked with a smirk “What are you going to do…kill us?”

“That is fucking fantastic idea,” Ichigo growled menacingly and advanced on the two unflinching women.

“Do it,” Orihime encouraged him.

“Hurt us, Ichi,” Yoruichi chimed in.

“Think of the blood, Ichigo…think of all the blood there would be,” Their matching, unbalanced grins widened as he advanced on them both.

“Ask and ye shall receive, bitches.” Ichigo attacked Orihime first, digging his clawed hand into her chest and removing her beating heart, “Didn’t know you had one a these,” he said dismissively as he threw the offending organ against the wall. Orihime died with a smile on her insipid face.

“I guess that makes me next,” Yoruichi purred, her voice thick with what Ichigo recognized as sexual excitement, “Make it hurt, Ichi…make me bleed.”

Her begging served to excite his demonic form and he felt his fangs lengthen in anticipation of her death, “Your wish is my command, Yorui-chan.” He backhanded her hard, sending her flying into the opposite wall. She immediately rose and walked resolutely toward him, “More,” was all she said. As Yoruichi laughed, Ichigo did as she asked…he made her bleed. When he was done playing with her, he sank his fangs into her neck, preparing to rip her lying throat out. The pleasure of this act was all around him and Ichigo closed his eyes and gave in to his deepest desire. When it was over, he opened his them again so that he could see the result of his carnage.

Dull, sapphire eyes stared unseeingly back at him. What? No. No. No. NOOOOO! This wasn’t right. This was a fucking nightmare. Ichigo heard something unnatural screaming Rukia’s name over and over…and then he realized- it was his own voice.~~

Ichigo shot straight up in the bed, sweat dripping off him, a scream stuck in his throat. His panicked gaze went to the other side of the bed where Rukia slept blissfully unaware of his inner turmoil. It took him a few minutes to realize that what happened was a nightmare and that Rukia was not dead. She cracked an eye open and groggily asked if he was alright. When he reassured her that he was fine, Rukia rolled over and promptly fell back to sleep.

Ichigo felt a wry grin creep onto his face, “Damn comatose midget.” He shook his head at her and headed outside to lean against the railing of the balcony. The cool night air soothed his feverish skin as he still fought to banish the images he had of Rukia’s lifeless body. Another nightmare. Another fucking nightmare.

Everything had been going so well in the two weeks since Karin and Yuzu arrived. Rukia was making one helluva effort to be friends with them and, while they still didn’t trust her, they weren’t overtly hostile…well, Yuzu wasn’t. Rukia’s actually been acting really weird about them…almost motherly-in a severely fucked up kinda way. The other day, while the four of them were on one of their routine shopping excursions into Kyoto, there were several guys ogling and cat-calling at them. Evidently, they said something rude to one of the girls. Rukia proceeded to calmly and systematically beat the holy hell out of each guy…without killing them (which Ran assured me was a major accomplishment). After that, Karin’s attitude was noticeably different…she had just a little more respect with a hint of admiration.

Yes, their lives have been getting better and better…except for these mother fucking dreams. Every night for the past week, Ichigo had been plagued by these nightmares. It was always pretty much the same- The sexual positions changed, but in the end, it was always Rukia’s lifeless eyes that he saw. He started out making sweet love to Rukia and then she would morph into Yoruichi to be joined soon after by that bitch. Orihime…just, Orihime. She never told anyone her last name-like she was some kind of fucking celebrity. He sneered as he thought back to their first meeting.

Shortly after his humiliating ‘introduction’ into the world of prostitution, Yoruichi allowed this woman to purchase his services. Ichigo soon discovered why Yoruichi drugged him so thoroughly prior to her appointment…this sadistic bitch enjoyed inflicting pain more than anyone he’d ever known. When she finished, Ichigo had actually collapsed from the blood loss caused by her whips and knives…if his healing wasn’t so superior, he would’ve been scarred for life. Yoruichi admonished her and told her she would no longer have use of him if she treated him that way again. The sick bitch became obsessed with him and no other slave would do. At least once a month, she would come for Ichigo…and every time was pure torture, though not as severe as the first time. The stupid, fucking whore actually tried to buy him from Yoruichi, but for once, his lovely owner did the right thing an
d told her to go screw herself. That was another benefit to Rukia purchasing his contract…he’d never have to see that filthy slut ever again.

Ichigo shrugged off the distasteful memories and walked quickly to his wardrobe. He removed a wrapped item from inside before throwing on some loose pants that hung low on his slim hips. His beautiful abs and the sexy indentions of his hip bones were on display but Ichigo wasn’t thinking about that, he just wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible. He took off at a dead run, hoping to get rid of the nagging sense of doom that seemed to shadow his every thought. As he burned through the forest, his lithe form was enveloped by the fog and pre-dawn darkness.

~X~

Rukia woke several hours later after noticing the absence of her lover’s warm body. She sat up, a bit aggravated that once again, Ichigo wasn’t there. He told her that he’s been getting up early for training exercises, but she was still a bit miffed that she hasn’t had any morning sex for several days.

As much as she wanted to take off and track him down, Rukia was desperately trying to be a better person and as such, she had to trust him and learn to be a little less selfish. Pushing her disappointment to the back of her mind, Rukia began dressing for the day. Rukia, Ran, and the girls were going to stay around the villa today instead of their usual shopping adventure. Rukia was going to run through some self-defense training with them while Rangiku helped them perfect a few ‘womanly wiles’ to use on some poor, unsuspecting saps.

The main reason they were staying close to home today was because Rukia’s mother and father were coming to visit later on. It was getting closer to the demon gathering and she knew that her Otousama needed to finalize some plans with her…and Rukia was a bit nervous about it all. She knew that her acting skills were unparalleled however; the stakes were much higher now. This mission was about finding Yamamoto Isshin…Ichigo’s father. In spite of Ichigo’s lack of knowledge, Rukia still felt an enormous amount of pressure to find him for Ichi. Failure was not an option.

When Rukia completed her preparations for the day, she went downstairs to make sure Karin and Yuzu had eaten and were ready for their lesson. Rukia giggled self-deprecatingly at her own thoughts, Worried about whether those children have had breakfast? I sure am a bad ass demon. Rukia was feeling such odd feelings concerning Ichigo’s sisters. Even though they were, at best, reserved with her, Rukia already felt incredibly attached to them…like they were her family. She thought that perhaps it went along with the whole ‘mate’ thing. She felt such shame every time she thought about the horrible things she said to them about Ichigo but she has been trying so diligently to reverse their ill opinions of her. Rukia was optimistic that they would soon learn to trust her with their brother and then accept her into their own lives.

~X~

“Zangetsu,” Ichigo breathed as he lovingly unwrapped his katana from its bindings. Out of respect for Rukia’s feelings, Ichigo was very careful about showing off his beautiful blade. He knew that it was a constant reminder of his night with Yoruichi and he had no wish to cause her undue distress.

When he had the first nightmare several days ago, Ichigo took Zangetsu to this very clearing and spent the entire morning going through all the kata taught to him during his time with Yoruichi. When he was finished, he was completely exhausted but, at the same time, exhilarated by the sword-play. Feeling the smooth, even weight in his hands and almost dancing with the blade as it sliced through the air…these things were as necessary to Ichigo as breathing. Feeling his muscles flex and extend and then burn as he worked them well beyond their limits was as satisfying to Ichigo as sex ever was…that is, before he found Rukia. Nothing could compare to making love with his fierce little demon.

Ichigo knew that all of the important women is his life were supposed to be very busy this morning, so he didn’t worry too much about getting back early. Evidently, some of the training his sisters were undergoing was intended to be quite covert. Rangiku absolutely refused to give him any details as to the nature of today’s instruction-which was, in and of itself, quite disturbing if he allowed his mind to dwell on it. He decided that he’d spend the morning right where he was and head back later for lunch and a much-needed nap. Ichigo smiled as he hefted Zangetsu and began to dance once more…

~X~

This morning, the lessons went well and Rukia was quite sure that the twins could handle almost any human threat that came their way…although she was still a bit apprehensive about any demons they might meet. She decided, at Ichigo’s insistence, to keep the girls in the dark about demons in general and their brother specifically. He felt that they’d had enough of a shock learning about his human failings-he didn’t want them to know that he was, literally, a monster, so Rukia kept quiet.

When the messenger came to inform her of their visit, Rukia sent a message back with him to let her parents know that there were human children here and they should attempt to travel and behave like humans. Rukia saw the coach carrying her parents pull up out front and she went out to meet them, thankful that they did as she asked even though Rangiku took the girls to Kyoto for…yep, you guessed it…more shopping. Rukia really didn’t know what they could possibly have left to buy, but shopping was Ran’s very favorite thing and I guess she wanted the girls to work on their ‘wiles’.

Rukia wondered where Ichigo was but was kind of glad he wasn’t here to meet her parents just yet. She hadn’t gotten around to explaining about Ichigo, so all her father knew was that he was able to deliver a crushing defeat to his second in command. Rukia knew she had a lot of explaining to do. “Otousama, okaasama…I’m so glad you’re here,” Rukia said with a respectful bow.

Ignoring her daughter’s strict adherence to propriety, Hisana grabbed Rukia in a big hug. “How have you been, love? I’ve missed you not coming to the house for tea.”

Her slightly admonishing tone was not lost on Rukia and she glanced guiltily at her marginally taller mother. “Please forgive me, okaachan. I’ve missed you too, it’s just that I’ve been…uhhh, rather preoccupied lately,” she finished lamely.

Hisana gave her a half calculating, half amused smile and hugged her again, “Hmmm, with that slave your father told me about, no doubt? I’ll forgive you this time, my girl. In the future though, I expect to see you at least once a week…understood.” Her tone brooked no defiance and Rukia bowed her head meekly in acceptance of her mother’s dictates.

“Rukia,” her father’s smooth voice intoned, “We are both glad to see you, but this was not a social visit. There are several things you and I need to discuss, so I think it would be best if we did so over afternoon tea.”

“Hai, otousama, I understand. Right this way, please,” Rukia bowed once more and led them inside, to the tea room. After they finished their drinks, Byakuya looked pointedly at his lovely wife, “Hisana…?”

Hisana huffed slightly in indignation, “Well…I don’t know why I am not allowed in on the secrets and subterfuge! It’s not like I’d betray either of you.” The beautiful demon grumbled as she crossed her arms over her chest and stomped her small foot.

Byakuya’s mouth twitched before he controlled the small slip, “My love…If it was safe to share this with you, I would. However, I feel that you can best assist in this mission by having plausible deniability.” Again, his lips twitched in amusement, “Besides, my dear, you do not have the same acting skills that your daughter has developed.”

Hisana’s face reddened at his veiled insult and obvious amusement, “Yo
u smug sonuva…You want to keep secrets from me? That’s just fine! But mark my words, you will regret it,” she threatened ominously as she flounced out of the room. “I’m going to look around outside while you two scheme.” Rukia and Byakuya shared a smile at her mother’s theatrics…and he said she’s not a good actress.

Byakuya’s face was composed and before he could begin speaking, Rukia interrupted him, “Otousama, there are some things you need to know.”

“Is this about the man that defeated Renji…the man he claims is some sort of demon?” he asked.

Rukia nodded, “It is and he is. In fact, he has a great deal to do with our business with Aizen…he is Isshin’s son.”

Byakuya’s eyes widened in disbelief, “Isshin…Yamamoto Isshin?”

“The very same,” Rukia nodded solemnly.

“Then how exactly has he become your slave?” Byakuya asked steadily.

Rukia winced at that fact of their relationship, “After he and his sisters were thrown out of their home, Ichigo did his best to care for them all. He was approached by a woman who wished to make him a pleasure slave. I found him at her bordello and through some serious cash and manipulation, I was able to purchase him. It was after he came here that I discovered what he was. He had no clue…just thought he was damaged somehow.” Rukia looked up at her father and saw that she had his undivided attention, “He is not a typical blood demon. He doesn’t seem to need blood to exist and he has an extraordinary amount of control. He enjoys violence and killing, but it is tempered by a strict moral code that keeps him from harming those weaker than him. This woman that took him in and her husband, were able to train him to control his demonic side. Lately, however, his demonic side is making itself quite visible.” Rukia chose not to disclose the fact that she was on the receiving end of his loss of control.

“It makes sense that he does not act like a full-blooded demon…his mother was probably human. Does he know who he is?” her father asked.

Rukia looked at her hands, “I haven’t told him anything other than he’s a demon. I wanted to talk to you before making any decisions because I’m so afraid I’m going to handle this wrong and ruin everything for him. I don’t want to tell him that there’s a possibility his father is alive only to find out that he’s not…and what if he is and I do something to mess everything up? I don’t think I could stand to disappoint him again.”

It was said with such sadness that Byakuya raised his elegant brow at his daughter but did not comment on it, “That was a good choice, Rukia. Keep him in the dark about everything, that way there is no way he can interfere with our investigation. If Renji’s appearance was any indication, this boy is quite impulsive. If he knew what was going on, it would be entirely possible for him to ruin everything.”

Rukia looked nervous, “What about me…keeping…him? I mean, I’ve been thinking about giving him his freedom but if I do that, he might…leave me.” Rukia whispered the last, her chest and throat both constricting painfully at the thought, “However, if I don’t set him free and Yamamoto-sama finds out that I knowingly kept his only grandson as a sex slave…what then?”

Byakuya considered her words for a minute, “You’re correct…we cannot risk losing this young man-that Yamamoto-sama would absolutely not forgive. I think its best if everything stays the way it is for now. We will be able to keep tabs on Ichigo and when you become engaged to Ulquiorra-san, he won’t question Ichigo’s presence in your life if he is your slave. I believe it’s also best to keep this information from Yamamoto-sama as well, to be safe. That means that you and I are the only ones who know about Ichigo and his sisters…and that’s the way it needs to stay.”

Rukia nodded in agreement, “Speaking of my engagement, otousama, have the plans changed? Will you be making the arrangements with Aizen at Ukitake-sama’s gala as we planned earlier?”

“Yes, that is still the plan. I wish for you to spend some time with his son-perhaps show some romantic interest, and then I will speak to Aizen about the match.” Byakuya took a moment before continuing, “We want this to be believable, Rukia. It’s obvious that you have feelings for this boy, but you have to show an honest interest in Ulquiorra…If you think Ichigo will cause you any problems, then he should not attend.”

Rukia flushed at his seemingly damning words, “Of course not, otousama. You know that I’m an accomplished actress and nothing will deter me from our goal. I will gain their trust, infiltrate their clan, and discover if they have Ichigo’s father…I will do it for him.”

“Alright, I cannot ask for more than that m’dear. Perhaps you should go find your mother before she gets too terribly angry at me? I’d like to finish my tea…” Byakuya grimaced slightly at the thought of his wife’s anger being directed at him. Rukia smirked at her father’s reaction and went outside to find Hisana.

~X~

Ichigo ran through every kata he could think of several times trying to work the bad thoughts out of his mind. Several hours later he was absolutely exhausted, but he finally felt some measure of peace. Ichigo re-wrapped Zangetsu and took off at an easy trot back toward the villa-he wanted to have a bath, eat lunch, and sleep for a little while. He only hoped that Rukia’s parents were gone so that he wouldn’t have to meet them…that is, if Rukia even wanted her slave to meet her parents. Ichigo suppressed that thought and all the depressing, fucked up thoughts that came along with it and continued on his way.

When Ichigo arrived, he saw the fancy carriage with the Kuchiki crest still parked in front of the house and cursed his luck. He decided that he would just stay out in the stable and visit with his horse until her parents were gone. Ichigo found a brush and went into Diablo’s stall, ready to tackle his sleek coat. He figured he was already filthy, so what was a little horse hair added to the mix?

~X~

Hisana was walking through the garden-bored to tears-when her extra sensitive ears picked up the sound of someone running through the woods. She sharpened her vision and saw a gorgeous, half-naked male running toward Rukia’s house. “This must be the slave that Byakuya told me about,” she whispered to herself as she tapped her delicate chin. With a wicked grin, Hisana took off soundlessly, leaving enough distance between them so that she wouldn’t be noticed. She watched him enter the stables and rubbed her hands together in anticipation of the mischief to come.

~X~

As Ichigo groomed his horse, he didn’t notice the small woman who slipped inside the stables until he heard a nearly imperceptible noise. He looked up and saw Rukia at the end of the aisle, looking at a mare and her foal. Her hair was swept up in an elegant chignon and she was wearing a beautiful, traditional kimono. Ichigo smiled-glad to know that this gorgeous, sophisticated creature loved only him. He gave his horse one final sweep of the brush before abandoning him for the woman who enticed him with nothing more than her presence.

Ichigo walked quietly toward his lover and smirked as he realized she wasn’t going to acknowledge his presence. He was a little excited by her feigned indifference…it gave him the chance to seduce her…and he was curious to see how long she could hold out against him.

Ichigo placed his hands on her small hips and let his breath play across the bare nape of her neck. He inhaled deeply, taking note of her different scent. “Fuck, Rukia…you smell amazing,” he said in the rough, sex-voice that always drove her wild. “You always smell incredible but today, there’s something different about you…and it’s fucking divine.” He took another deep breath and began running his hands from hip to breast, smiling at the hitc
h he heard in her breathing. Pressing his body flush against her-allowing her to feel the full length of his arousal, Ichigo placed his lips on her neck, lightly kissing and nipping at the delicate skin. Rukia moaned softly, letting her head fall to the side as he deepened his tender assault. Ichigo felt his control slipping away as his hands roved over her pert breasts. Smelling her powerful arousal, he growled roughly and pushed her small form against the wall, “Why don’t we show these creatures how real animals fuck?”

“I can’t say that I’m not tempted, but that’s probably not the best idea…my husband would most likely eviscerate you,” Hisana said breathlessly.

Ichigo’s hands stilled immediately and his eyes widened in surprise, “Y-You’re not Rukia!”

Hisana laughed in response, “No, but now I kind of wish I was.” She turned in the young man’s stunned embrace and looked into his handsome face for the first time, “Kuchiki Hisana, at your service.”

Ichigo squeaked for lack of a better term and backed away from her as though she was the devil incarnate. He pointed a shaky finger at the woman who was nearly identical to his Rukia, “Y-You let me think…I mean, I had no idea…What the FUCK!”

“Yes, yes, I’m a terrible person to tease you so, aren’t I? But seriously, my daughter is very lucky to have such a talented slave at her disposal. If I wasn’t completely enamored of my husband, I would ask you borrow you for a while.” Seeing his horrified face, Hisana sought to soothe him, “Don’t fret, I won’t tell if you won’t…no harm done and you gave an old married woman quite a thrill…why, I’ll probably go home and fuck my husband numb.”

Her laughter did nothing to placate Ichigo’s ire, “What kind of sick mother are you?”

“She’s usually a very good mother, Ichigo,” Rukia said from the doorway.

Ichigo jumped a foot, certain that Rukia could tell that he’d just been molesting her mother, “Rukia, how long have you been there?” He asked with a nervous laugh.

“Not long, why?” She asked with mild curiosity. Ichigo shook his head, “No reason, uhhh, just wondering.”

“Rukia, is your father still inside?” Hisana asked with complete calmness. As Rukia nodded affirmatively, Hisana walked toward the door, “I’m going to have a cup of tea before we leave. I believe your young man needs you right now,” she smirked as she walked past Ichigo and grabbed his ass. Ichigo yelped and swallowed the lump in his throat that was threatening to choke him. He looked fearfully toward Rukia, certain that she was going to go nuts on her own mother. When he saw only amusement on her beautiful face, his confusion knew no bounds. Hisana, large smile firmly in place, walked out without a backwards glance.

Rukia walked up to Ichigo and wrapped her arms around his neck, “So, how do you like my mother?” She asked innocently.

“Aaaahhh…she’s…uummm…nice,” He said, still in partial panic mode.

Rukia smirked against his neck. She knew full well what her devious mother was up to…after all, impersonating Rukia was one of her favorite ways to fuck with people and evidently, poor Ichigo was her target today. “Just nice, huh? That’s rather blasé of you considering you were planning to…what was it? Oh yes…fuck her like an animal.”

Ichigo did choke this time and was overtaken by a coughing fit, “R-Rukia, it’s not what you think. She was…that is, I thought that you were…she was you…and you were you and…I’m a fucking idiot, aren’t I?”

“Yes you are…but I still love you.”