Bleach Porn Story: Mine
Chapter 10
Ichigo had always known that something was different about him…that something was wrong with him. It’s not that he was an angry child-he never really got angry-it was more like he enjoyed violence. When his father secured him placement with a martial arts master, Ichigo had found his calling. He loved learning how to inflict pain onto others and enjoyed practicing it even at such an early age. He began fighting anyone who would fight back and would pick fights with older boys just so he wouldn’t feel guilty about hurting them. He enjoyed inflicting pain a great deal but the joy that he gleaned from his own pain was disturbing.
A few months after his sisters were born, Ichigo heard his mother crying as she begged her husband to make their son a normal little boy and his mother’s tears shamed him. No matter how violent he was, he never wished to harm his family in any way-he would sooner rip out his own heart than allow one of them to be hurt. He decided that he would be a normal little boy for his okaasan. He promised himself that he would only fight in class and he would try very hard not to enjoy it. He kept that promise until his parents were lost to him and he had to fight to protect his little sisters-but he still tried to enjoy it as little as possible. As he got older, it became very difficult to contain his dark urges and Ichigo was afraid of what he might do.
He didn’t want his sisters to know that their brother was becoming a monster, so when Yoruichi offered him to take care of them and take him away, he figured they’d be better off without him. With Yoruichi’s guidance, Ichigo learned how to control his bloodlust and was able to curb his base instincts…until now.
Since the incomplete union between him and his raven-haired goddess, Ichigo felt his inner beast clawing its way free. Neither his romp with Yoruichi nor the slaughter in the forest did anything to satiate his unholy desires-they only served to whet his appetite for more of each. When he walked in and saw his obsession naked and writhing in that huge bed, the last bastion of defense Ichigo had against himself crumbled beneath the onslaught. Let it come, he thought, I just hope I don’t hurt her too badly.
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Ichigo stared into Rukia’s eyes as he stood beside her bed and removed his bloody shirt. When he parted the buttons, Rukia’s eyes were drawn to each newly revealed bit of flesh. Ichigo tossed the offending material into a corner and watched as Rukia devoured him with her eyes. He grinned in pure male satisfaction at her obvious appreciation.
Rukia rose gracefully from the center of the bed and crawled toward her lover. Her lovely breasts swayed gently with each movement and Ichigo’s breath hitched in his throat at the erotic picture she presented. Rukia rose up on her knees in front of him as she ran her fingertips up the hard planes of his abdomen and chest. Ichigo stood very still in anticipation of what she might do to him and was certainly not disappointed when she rested her hands on his shoulders and proceeded to lick and suck his nipples.
When Rukia ran her capable hands over the bulge in his pants, Ichigo was done playing nice. He reached down and grabbed her delectable bare ass and pulled her forcefully against his erection. Rukia moaned and dug her nails into his back in response. His hands slid down to the tops of her thighs and forced her to wrap her nimble legs around his waist. When she complied, he rewarded her by grinding her hot pussy against his belly while sucking on one of her succulent nipples.
“Ahhhhh…Ichi…unnnhh…yeessss,” Rukia moaned in delight. She was lost in a haze of lust and her treatment of his back drew blood. She supposed she should be careful of it but honestly, she didn’t care-and he wasn’t complaining. Ichigo took her other nipple into his mouth and gave it similar attention while reveling in the slight pain caused by her sharp little nails.
Ichigo suddenly threw Rukia down on the bed and slammed his mouth into hers and this time it was her blood that they both tasted. Ichigo made a small noise of pleasure as he ground himself between her willing thighs. He growled unexpectedly, before lowering himself down her body. He nudged her thighs further apart to stare at her with a hunger so raw it sent shivers over her entire body. He ran a long finger down her center, making her shudder in response as he teased her sensitive cleft. An instant later, he buried his mouth against her and she cried out as his tongue tormented her. The pleasure was unbearably intense and she wanted more. Rukia spread her legs further apart and lifted off the bed to give him better access. No one had ever made her this hot before and she knew her eyes must be pitch black by now.
Ichigo slid his finger inside her while he tasted and teased her. “Fuck…” he breathed “You’re so tight…you’re not a virgin, are you?”
Rukia laughed throatily, “I am most assuredly NOT a virgin.”
“Good.” Ichigo sighed in relief…virgins could be so troublesome. Ichigo slid another finger inside her tight sheathe and began sucking hard on her clit while working his fingers in and out. Rukia’s legs shook badly when the blinding wave of pleasure overtook her. As her orgasm rushed over his tongue, the taste of it sent Ichigo over the edge.
In one fluid movement, Ichigo had his pants off and his throbbing cock poised at her entrance. He grabbed her small hips and pushed only the tip inside her tight body. Ichigo’s arms were shaking with the effort it took to hold himself back. The need to be fully embedded within her soft body was riding him hard, however he had torn Yoruichi with his rough treatment and she was nowhere near as small as Rukia. For some reason, he didn’t want to hurt this tiny, perfect creature, so he held back. He was actually a bit surprised that he could hold back while in this state of mind.
Unfortunately, all of his noble intentions flew out the window when Rukia somehow managed to flip him on his back and impaled herself on his hard length. Rukia screamed in a delicious combination of pleasure and pain as she finally had him inside her. He’s so fucking huge, she thought as he filled her completely. When Rukia braced her hands on his smooth chest and ground her hips against him, Ichigo squeezed his eyes shut against the fierce onslaught of lust that assailed him.
When she began slowly sliding up the length of him, Ichigo lost the last sane shred of control he possessed. He grabbed Rukia hard and drew a squeak of pain from her as he quickly switched their positions making her vulnerable to his assault. When she was beneath his big, powerful body, Ichigo began slamming into her with ruthless abandon. Rukia noticed the change in him immediately and felt a prickle of apprehension snake its way down her spine. For a powerful demon who has rarely felt such a thing, the result was an immediate erotic thrill.
Ichigo felt her excitement rise and it served to fuel his own to monstrous proportions. He got on his knees and pulled her legs around his waist. “I’m not done with you yet, woman,” he lifted her torso to his mouth and sucked hard on her nipple as he slid her up and down his shaft. Rukia’s head fell back and thrashed side to side as she wrapped her arms around his neck for support. Ichigo bent down to whisper in Rukia’s ear, “You liked it when I bit you before?” She could do nothing but nod in agreement. “Good, then you’re gonna love this.” He roughly grabbed her by the hair and moved her head to the side. “I’ve wanted to do this since the first time I tasted you,” he growled as he bit down hard on the soft skin between her shoulder and neck. When blood began pouring from the wound, he laughed wickedly while he licked the thick liquid and fondling her breasts. “You taste so damn good I could eat you alive.”
In all of her previous sexual encounters, Rukia had always been the aggressor, so to have the roles reversed so thoroughly for her was a bit disconcerting and entirely delicious.
“Ahhh…yesss…!” Rukia screamed as she returned the favor and sank her fangs deep into his neck. His shock at her fierce reciprocation was drowned out by the feeling of her body pulsating around his own. Wth her muscles began squeezing him relentlessly, Ichigo came harder than he ever had in his life. He couldn’t stop the guttural yell that was ripped from him as the pleasure and pain overwhelmed his senses.
Rukia couldn’t get enough of his taste. The first time when she licked the wounds on his back, she noticed that his blood was unique, but coming straight from the artery like this, it was incredible! She had never tasted anything like it…it was like a drug she couldn’t get enough of.
When the last wave of the orgasm subsided, Ichigo felt that dark part of him retreat into the deepest recesses of his soul. He sighed in contentment and closed his eyes as the combined exhaustion and blood loss lulled him into a contented slumber. When Rukia felt him go limp, she regrettably released his neck. She curled up next to him and observed his sleeping form with a smile, He really is beautiful and perfect in every way, she thought sleepily. On the heels of that thought came one that was much more disturbing but Rukia pushed it to the back of her mind as she too was claimed by sleep. I don’t think I’m ever going to get enough of him…I want to keep him.
When Rukia finally slept, she dreamt of a creature with Ichigo’s face and body but she knew something even more sinister than herself lurked beneath the surface. The creature had eerie yellow eyes surrounded by black sclera and when his gaze fell upon Rukia, she shrank back from the malice she saw in them. As the monster with the face and body of a god stalked her, insane laughter resounded throughout her mind. The last thing she remembered was her demonic Ichigo ripping her throat out as he feasted on her blood.
Rukia jerked awake with a scream stuck in her throat. As her breathing and heartbeat evened out, Rukia was amazed that she’d had a nightmare. She hadn’t had one of those since she’d become a demon. After all…what could be scarier than she was? Rukia curled up next to Ichigo and tried to go back to sleep but was haunted by those frightening yellow eyes.