Bleach Hentai

Bleach Porn Story: Mine

Bleach Porn Story: Mine

Chapter 14

An abnormally loud and happy bird signaled that morning had arrived and Ichigo’s first thought was to find that bird and rip his damned head off. All subsequent thoughts revolved around the nearly debilitating pain from his lacerated ribcage. Ichigo cracked his eyes open against the bright sunshine and looked down as his hands gingerly assessed the damage to his flesh. He was an unusually fast healer, so he knew that the wounds had to be pretty severe to still be hurting this bad…Fuck that, he thought, they didn’t hurt this bad when she did it!

He looked at her beautiful body lying next to his in the bed and wondered how such an angelic-looking creature could be hiding such a vicious streak. When he confessed to her last night, he was so hopeful. When she said that he belonged to her…Ichigo thought for sure that she must care for him. Last night certainly disabused him of that ridiculous notion.

The pain in his body actually couldn’t compare with the desolation that suddenly swept over him as he replayed last night in his mind. It’s not that he was angry at her for what she did; in fact, he was glad she had punished him. The guilt had been eating him alive but he couldn’t bring himself to tell her. He thought he deserved everything she gave him and more. The problem was, he had offered her his heart and she ripped it to shreds. She called him a whore…twice. It just hurt to know that he was no more than a fuck toy to her-just something to play with whenever it suited her.

Since Yoruichi introduced him to this world of depravity nearly 5 years ago, Ichigo did his best to rationalize what he had become. He pushed down all the thoughts of right and wrong he’d held his whole life. Today, however, it was more difficult to ignore his self-disgust. What would okaachan say if she could see her baby boy now…sold like an animal and so completely cowed that he was happy about it…he could only imagine her shame. What would his goofy father say if he knew the son he was so proud of was no more than some woman’s possession? Did he have no pride left? If only she had some feeling for him, then he could be content but he knew that he was fooling himself.

Trying to force down the depression that always came with thoughts of his parents, Ichigo attempted to rise from the bed without waking Rukia…he simply didn’t want to face her yet. Why would she want you, you fucking pussy? A dark voice intruded upon his thoughts, Hell, what you shoulda done was shown the bitch exactly who you are and what you can do! At least she’d have some respect for you…but you’re too scared, Ich-i-go. You’re too scared of what you can do…scared you might hurt the little slut, huh?

He was starting to have those thoughts again…the ones he suppressed all those years ago. The ones he couldn’t seem to control right now, for some reason. Great…on top of everything else, I’m losing my fuckin mind, he thought despairingly. Ichigo grabbed his hair and squeezed his eyes shut against the sudden pain in his head. He tried so hard to push it down but his despondency grew.

He slowly made his way to the wash room and looked at himself in the mirror. Shit, he thought when he saw the damage she had done, this is pretty bad. Not only was his torso a mutilated mess, but his left cheek and eye sported large bruises that were noticeable even against his tanned skin. Ichigo soaked a towel in the basin of cold water and began cleaning all of the blood from his body. His wounds had congealed a bit, however he knew it wouldn’t take much movement to open them again.

When he was finished with his task, Ichigo decided that he needed to get out of that room and work out some of his frustration. He went quietly to the wardrobe housing his belongings and threw on some clothes before slipping out the door.

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Ichigo made his way out of the house and through the courtyard. On his way to the barn, he ran into Rangiku and that stupid, red-haired freak that had pissed him off so badly the other day. Ichigo knew he was in no shape for a brawl, so he decided to get past them as quickly as possible.

“Ichigo,” Ran squeaked in surprise, “What are you doing out here?”

“Just going for a walk, Rangiku-san.”

“Errr…how are you?’ she asked hesitantly, worry evident in her face.

When she asked that, he knew that she was the one who told Rukia about Yoruichi…knowing Ran, she didn’t mean to so it’s not like he could be mad at her.

“I’m fine, Ran,” he said with a small smile.

Renji snorted with laughter, “You don’t look ‘fine’ to me. You look somebody bitch-slapped you and then killed your puppy! Fuck, man, what did you do to piss Rukia off so bad?” Renji laughed uproariously at his own words and Ichigo tried to step around the pair.

“Excuse me, Ran, I was headed out to the barn. I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Sure, Ichi, see ya,” she said with a small wave.

As Ichigo walked by, Renji-obviously spoiling for a fight-said loudly, “That’s right, little bitch, run along. I’ll make sure Rukia gets what she needs. She’s gonna get a real man in her bed today, not some pussy she can beat the hell out of.”

Ichigo saw red and ground to a halt. He turned around to deliver a lightning-fast punch to Renji’s nose. The satisfying crunch he heard told Ichigo that the bone had broken. “You need to keep your filthy mouth shut, dumbass.”

“You fucking bastard!” Renji yelled as he launched himself at Ichigo. Ichigo turned and bent slightly, ramming his shoulder into Renji’s chest. He grabbed the red-haired man by the head and flipped him over onto his back. Renji lay on his back, stunned for a moment that this human was not only putting up a fight, but he had landed TWO hits on him! When that thought registered, Renji started getting serious. He got to his feet and smiled at the lucky human across from him.

Ran noticed Renji’s irises darkening and knew that Ichigo was in danger, “Renji! Stop this right now,” she said while laying a restraining hand on his arm, “You started this, not Ichigo, so let it go…Rukia will kill you if you hurt him.”

“I started this, Ran…and I’m going to finish it!” Renji pushed her aside and used sonido to close the distance between them.

Ichigo didn’t even see the fists that pummeled his already injured ribs, but he certainly felt them. Having been a brawler for most of his life, Ichigo knew that several of his ribs were cracked. He almost blacked out from the pain as he dropped to one knee.

“Ohh-hooo…the pretty boy, fuck toy can’t take a couple of little punches, eh? That’s too bad!” Renji taunted as he landed a punishing kick to the side of Ichigo’s head.

Rukia had heard Ran shout at Renji and ran outside in time to see Renji’s kick. “Get the fuck away from him, you lunatic!” she yelled and flew at Renji in a blind rage.

Ran saw that Rukia was occupied with Renji and noticed the blood now soaking Ichigo’s shirt. She ignored the hunger the blood evoked and turned her concerned gaze to the injured young man. Ran frowned and went over to Ichigo who was now on his hands and knees and dazed from the kick to his head. “Ichigo, I need to take your shirt off…you’re losing a lot of blood. Ichigo nodded absently and Ran carefully removed his shirt. When she saw the deep gashes marring his exquisite body, Ran sucked in her breath, “What the hell have you done, Rukia?” She whispered.

As strong as Rukia was, she was no match for the older, stronger demon. He had her subdued with her back to him and her arms trapped at her sides, “Uh oh, Ruki-chan…Looks like Ran’s got an interest in your little human…hell, I think she’s gonna fuck him right there in front of us.”

“Shut up, Renji…she’s just checking on him because of what you did to him, you jealous bastard!” Rukia had known R
enji for years and she knew about all the insecurities he’s ever had. The bastard had made a big mistake by attacking Ichigo and she would show him no mercy. “Why the hell did you attack him anyway…did you find out how much better than you he is at everything?” she said cruelly.

Renji angrily shook the small demon in front of him and turned her toward him, “Why don’t you shut your lying mouth!” Renji smiled maliciously down at Rukia, “Since your little bitch is otherwise occupied at the moment, maybe you and I will just show him the way we used to have fun.” As he finished speaking, he crashed his lips against hers and groped her small breasts.

Rukia pulled away and slapped him hard, “Don’t you ever touch me again you small-dick sonuva bitch!”

Renji’s eyes widened and anger blazed in them as he delivered a crippling backhand to her face. “You slut! How dare you talk about me like that?”

Ichigo was still dazed from the kick to his head, but he saw Rukia run up to get Renji away from him. When he saw the bastard grab her and hold her against him, his senses cleared a bit. When he saw him put his lips on Rukia, he struggled to get to his feet. When he saw the soon-to-be dead asshole hit his woman, he gave in to every evil, violent thought he’d ever had. Ichigo finally gave in to his rage…and it felt great!

Ran also saw the hit Rukia took and rushed over to check on her. As she helped Rukia to stand, they both saw movement from Ichigo. Rukia, Ran and Renji all stared while Ichigo rose to his feet as if he had no injuries-even though copious amounts of blood were running from his mutilated torso. Ichigo cracked his neck as a huge grin stretched across his battered countenance.

Ichigo walked slowly towards Renji, grin in place, and spoke in a jovial tone, “You shouldn’t have touched her, you dimwitted freak.” Yes, yes, yes…kill ‘im, kill the fucker, Ichigo laughed at his thoughts and kept advancing on the bewildered man.

Renji was just a little freaked out that this human was acting so strangely. He knew that he’d hit him hard enough to break his ribs and the bastard wasn’t even breathing hard…what the hell? Rukia stood beside Ran and watched Ichigo coming closer to them. When she saw the black color bleeding into the white of his left eye, she gasped, “Ichigo…”

Ichigo ignored her exclamation and stopped a few feet away from his nemesis. He looked very calm and collected as he put his hands in his pockets and cocked his head to the side, “Hey…stupid! Are you too ignorant to know when you’re being insulted?” he spoke as if talking to a three year old.

Renji snapped and lunged at the smug sonuva bitch, fully intending to rip his throat out with his bare hands. Ichigo moved faster than any human should and rammed his fist into the other man’s gut so hard that blood spewed out of his mouth. Renji couldn’t believe the strength that this human had, but he was still confident that his strength was superior as he landed a solid punch to Ichigo’s bloody ribs.

Instead of gasping in pain as was expected, Ichigo began laughing hard, “Thanks, baka, I needed that.”

As more darkness invaded both of his eyes, Renji finally saw it and looked to Rukia, “What the hell is he?” he asked incredulously. He would have thought he was a demon except he’d never seen a demon’s eyes look like that before…only the center of their eyes became black-never the white.

Rukia shook her head in confusion, “I don’t know…” She had no idea what was going on here but seeing Ichigo exhibit such strength and ruthlessness was calling to her…exciting her.

“Isn’t in obvious?” Ichigo asked with a genial smile, “I’m the pissed off mother fucker whose about to rip your head off.”

At those words, an enraged Renji went for his throat, intending to shut this pompous brat up, once and for all. As fast as the red-haired demon was, Ichigo was faster. He knocked Renji’s hand away and took his throat in an iron grip instead.

“How…” Ran and Rukia gaped like fish at the scene before them-both women more than a little turned on by his actions. Ichigo tightened his grip and lifted a struggling Renji off the ground as though he were a child. Renji was kicking and using his inch long claws to leave huge gashes in the powerful arm holding him. When he looked into the bastards eyes, he saw that the black had completely taken over the white and instead of brown, his irises were an oddly bright yellow. Renji didn’t know what this creature was, but he was most certainly NOT a human.

When it registered with her that Ichigo was choking the life out of her father’s second in command, Rukia regained her senses and ran over to stop him. Not that she felt any great attachment to Renji, but she knew her father would probably want blood for his loss…after all, it’s so tedious to train new commanders. “Ichigo!” she yelled as she grabbed his bloody arm.

In the haze of his bloodlust, Ichigo hadn’t seen Rukia approach him. When she grabbed his arm, he looked down to see what had interrupted his fun.

When he slanted those odd eyes in her direction, Rukia’s gaze became riveted to his. Those eyes… she thought with a shiver. Those were the eyes from her nightmare. The eyes she never thought she’d see in real life. As he stared down at her, Rukia felt true fear for the first time in her demon life. She released him like she’d been burned and backed slowly away from him, her gaze never wavering from his.

Ichigo frowned when he saw the fear in her eyes because he knew that he was the cause of it. He fought to regain his senses and forced down the blood lust that was riding him hard “Rukia,” he whispered as he dropped Renji’s limp form. His eyes slowly returned to normal and with that, the crazed expression left his face. When the monster within him retreated, so too went the insane strength it gave him. Ichigo dropped to his knees, his eyes pleading with Rukia to forgive him for scaring her, “I’m sorry…” he whispered as the blood loss, exhaustion, and blinding pain became too much for him to bear. Ichigo collapsed on the ground next to Renji’s unconscious body.

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