Bleach Porn Story: Mine

Chapter 24

The demonic voyeur watched as Ichigo (She’d found out his first name a couple of weeks ago) pounded into Kuchiki Rukia. He never ceased to amaze her. As old as the blood demon was, even she had never attempted sex on horseback… had never even thought about it, really. Now, she could think of nothing else. She had never seen any male – human or demon – behave so uninhibitedly…and it made her desire for him skyrocket. The only complaint she had was that from her vantage point, she didn’t get to see any of his beautiful skin. That fact, however, didn’t stop her from working her fingers into and out of her drenched pussy while she watched them fuck. Her orgasm came at the same time Rukia’s did and she nearly fell out of the tree she was perched in. Luckily, she was far enough away that neither of them noticed her quickly catching herself.

She had been watching the man ever since she first saw him in the forest with Rukia a while ago, but deciding to follow them on their trip to Karakura had definitely been one of her best ideas. As she basked in her post-orgasmic bliss, the lovely demon thought back on the past several days when she watched him practice with his katana every morning. She practically salivated as she thought about his shirtless form, glistening with sweat, as his muscles bulged with every powerful swing. He was so fucking perfect she wanted to cry. Instead of crying, however, she smiled. Anticipation was a wonderful thing, but she was tired of the game. She wanted to have the real thing…and she knew just how to get it.

As Ichigo and Rukia parted ways, the demon-woman went toward her own home. With her sonido, she arrived quickly and went straight to her father’s study. She knocked twice and he bade her to enter.

Her father was standing in front of the dormant fire place, reading some ancient Greek text when she walked in. “Hi, daddy,” the woman said while giving him a peck on the cheek.

“To what do I owe this rare visit from my lovely daughter?” The older demon asked with a smile as he put down his book and perched on the edge of his desk.

“Can’t a daughter just visit her father without needing a reason,” she cheekily replied while plopping into one of his chairs.

His look turned slightly reproachful. “Well, perhaps if I’d seen you once in the last several weeks, but…I haven’t. Where have you been, my girl?”

“Well,” She hedged before looking her father directly in the eyes, “That’s kind of the reason I’m here. You see, daddy, there’s something I want…very badly. The only problem is that it belongs to someone else.”

The demonic male smiled reassuringly at his pride and joy, “I fail to see the problem, precious…”

~X~

“What the hell is taking so long?” Rukia shouted to no one in particular…mainly because there was no one else around. She had gotten home over two hours ago and still, no Ichigo. She had some things to discuss with him and she was beginning to get irate at his absence. “Honestly…that man enjoys riding his horse way too much.” Thinking about what happened so recently on that horse automatically put her in a better mood. Damn…he is soooo fucking good, she thought with a grin.

About an hour later, Ichigo and Diablo came meandering up the lane, both of them looked a bit like drowned rats…good looking, but drowned nonetheless. Rukia came out of the house, her eyes shooting mental daggers into his. “Before you try to dismember me for taking so long,” Ichigo said while holding his hands up defensively, “I decided to go to the river and clean up a bit. I didn’t want you to see me looking and smelling like I did.”

She put her hands on her hips and cocked her head at him, “Well, I guess I’ll forgive you…this time. I had to bathe as well…I never knew horseback riding could be so dirty.”

At her words, Ichigo grinned wickedly, “Me neither, baby…me neither.”

Rukia looked a bit guarded and looked away from him, “Sooo, you’ve never done that, on a horse, before?”

“Nope,” He smiled beautifully, “You were my first!”

An answering smile lit her small face, “You were my first too! Finally, you and I have something that is all ours.”

He went to grab her but she slapped him away, “Not until you get some dry clothes on, big boy.

~X~

Ichigo met Rukia downstairs a few minutes later and Rukia asked if he wanted to go for a walk in the garden. He agreed and the two of them walked until they came to a padded bench. When they sat down, Rukia turned to him, “Ichigo…I wanted to ask you a few things, if you don’t mind?”

“Of course not…what do you want to know?” Ichigo asked quietly.

“I wanted to ask you about your demon form.” She saw his eyebrows lift slightly in surprise at the topic, but he nodded for her to continue. “The other day, when Yoruichi was here,” His eyes hardened at the mention of her name, “She said something that made me curious.”

“What did that bitch have to say?” He asked with a sneer.

“She said I might want to start giving you blood…to make you easier to handle.” He looked surprised again, but Rukia kept speaking, “So, when you were at Seireitei, did your demon form appear often, or has it just been surfacing since you’ve been here?”

He thought for a moment, “Ummm, after I nearly beat Kenpachi to death, I began training with Urahara-san. Before I came here, that was the last time I saw that side of me…but they certainly never gave me any blood to drink.”

Rukia considered his words for a moment, “Did they give you anything to eat or drink during your training.”

“Actually, yes they did,” Ichigo looked at her with a bit of shock. “Everyday, they gave me wine before I trained. They said it was to loosen me up and help me relax…and it worked pretty well.”

“Was it red, by any chance?” Rukia wondered.

“Uhhh…yeah, it was, but it tasted like wine…damn good wine, though.” He scowled.

Rukia nodded at his answer. “Okay, so it’s obvious that they knew what you were…at least to some degree, which begs the question of what the hell are they, but that question is for another day,” Rukia frowned and tapped her fingernail on her chin. “They were mixing blood in your drink in an attempt to keep your demonic side under control and it must have worked, because since you haven’t had it, we’ve seen you change several times – although it’s only been under extreme duress.”

Another thought came to her, “Ichigo, you’re so different from any of the rest of us…what is it like when you change? Are you able to control your actions, or is it like you’re just observing?”

Ichigo got up from the bench and walked a few feet away. He took a deep breath before answering her, “I wish I could tell you that I have no control over myself when I’m like that, but I do. With the exception of,” he swallowed hard, “the night I hurt you, I remember everything I’ve ever done in that form.” He turned to face her and ran his fingers through his hair, “When I’m like that, it’s like I’m me but…I’m me without a conscience. All of the terrible thoughts that I have – and believe me, I have lots of them – are given free reign. But I choose to let those things happen. The other day, with Yoruichi, I wanted to do so much worse to her. Even in that form, there are lines I won’t cross and hurting someone weaker than me isn’t something I’ll do.” His tortured amber gaze met her wide blue eyes, “That’s why I hate myself so much for what I did to you. No matter what state of mind I was in, I should have never done that. I have never wanted to hurt you…no matter what. I hope you believe that.” Ichigo looked away from her, not wanting to see her distrust.

Rukia rose from her seat and walked slowly to stand in front of him. She raised his chin until she was looking in his eyes, “I do believe you. I do. I know that wasn’t you that night. Drugs are horrible things that make people do things they would never otherwise do…or want to do. I love you and I trust you and that’s why…I think we should try to call your power.”

Ichigo looked stunned at her announcement, “But, I’ve never done that before…I don’t know if I can.”

“I don’t know if it’s possible either, but I think you should try. I want you to be able to defend yourself from all threats and I don’t want you to have to wait until you’re nearly dead to do it.” Her intense stare broke through his defenses.

“If you want me to do it, then I’ll try…I just hope I don’t disappoint you,” Not used to feeling inadequate in any way, Ichigo bit his bottom lip and kicked the dirt a bit.

He looked so young that Rukia couldn’t help but grin and hug him, “As if you could ever disappoint me, you stupid boy! Even if you can’t do it, I’m still going to fuck your brains out later, so no big deal, ‘kay?”

Her playfulness snapped him out of his malaise, “Okay, Rukia…let’s do it.”

~X~

Ichigo was sitting on the ground in a meditation pose while Rukia was instructing him, “Take a deep breath, close your eyes, and focus. I want you to let all those bad thoughts you have come out to play. Think about all the bad things that have happened in your life…all the things that have made you angry.”

Ichigo’s face contorted in concentration before he blew out his deep breath and opened annoyed eyes, “Rukia…this isn’t going to work. I’ve been a slave for too long to purposefully let my emotions take over like this. I just don’t think I have it in me.”

Rukia considered his words a moment before she spoke again, “Since I have absolutely no clue where to begin, I want to try something else…don’t let it freak you out, okay?” Ichigo nodded and watched Rukia bite into the artery at her wrist. His eyes widened and he surged to his feet as blood began seeping from the puncture wounds, “Rukia, what the hell are you doing?”

She sighed and rolled her eyes, “I told you not to freak out!” She raised her wrist until it was right in front of his face, “Now, I want you to start drinking my blood.”

Ichigo swallowed his protest and decided to attempt what she wanted. “Close your eyes again, take my arm, and taste me,” she directed forcefully.

He did as she asked and as soon as the metallic taste hit his tongue, he began sucking in earnest. “Good,” she crooned as the feel of him sucking at her skin like that was making her horny as hell, but she refused to give in just yet. “Now, while you drink, think about the bad things. Think about the men that raped your mother. Think about what you would do if you had those men in front of you right now. Now, think about the man who raped you. Remember how it felt to be helpless while at the mercy of that sick sonuva bitch. Let it all out so that you may destroy them all. Feel the anger and the hatred…let it spread through your body and consume you.”

Ichigo did his best to set his mind free. Her words touched the darkest part of his soul, and the rage he usually kept locked deep inside coursed into his veins like wildfire. That rage coupled with her potent blood exploded when he thought of that sick fuck, Mayuri and what he would like to do to him.

Rukia knew something was happening when she heard deep growls emanate from his throat. His grip on her arm tightened painfully but Rukia said nothing…this was what she wanted. He released her almost immediately but his head remained bowed and his eyes closed as his fists tightened convulsively. He was breathing harshly as he finally raised his head and stared at her with burning golden irises set in a frightening sea of black. They were so full of hate that she felt the need to take a step back, “I-Ichigo?”

When she spoke, some of the hatred left his eyes and he blinked as if seeing her for the first time. “Rukia,” He breathed. His beautiful lips smirked and his eyes began to burn with a different light, “Don’t be scared, baby. I’m not gonna hurt you…unless ya want me to, of course.”

Rukia breathed a sigh of relief. He was in control. “Ichigo, how do you feel?”

In answer he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her tight against his hard body before whispering in her ear, “Fucking fantastic,” he laughed wickedly, “Seriously baby, there’s so much power coursing though me right now, I feel like I could do anything.” His face took on a mischievous bent, “Hey, I know…wanna go on a killing spree?” His eyes hardened almost imperceptibly, “I know a few bastards who really need to die.”

Rukia laughed in delight, “Maybe later…right now, we need to see what you can really do. I know you’re strong as hell, but what else?” He cocked his head as if to ask what she meant, so she clarified, “I want to see how your other senses are. I want you to close your eyes while I sonido pretty far away, then I’ll say something and you tell me if you know what I said, okay?” He nodded and closed his eyes. She went pretty far away and whispered, ‘Lick me’.

He appeared beside her a second after she spoke and licked the shell of her ear before dropping to his knees before her, “Gladly,” was all he said before attempting to remove her hakama.

She stopped him with a laugh, “I guess that means you’re a natural at sonido?”

“Damn right. Oh, and by the way, I heard you, and I live to serve aijin.” She flipped backwards in the blink of an eye and almost melted at the hot look in his golden eyes. He was still kneeling on the ground and his erection was quite obvious. He slowly rose from his position and walked over to her. As he leaned down to whisper in her ear, Rukia froze in anticipation of what he would say.

“Run,” Was all he said. She blinked twice and then stared dumbly at him.

“What?” She asked with a frown.

“I want you to run,” He said as though speaking to a child, “I feel like hunting and you are gonna be the prey.” He cocked his head to the side, golden eyes boring into hers, “Don’t you wanna see how fast I can go?” When she still didn’t answer, Ichigo grinned crazily, showing his fangs, “What’s wrong Ruki-chan? You’re not still scare, are ya?”

Rukia gulped back the fear that had snaked inside her, “Of course not,” she snapped, annoyed by his condescending tone. “Just try not to get dizzy while I’m running circles around you, asshole. My father trained me and there is no one, save his teacher, that is faster than him.”

She took off at a moderate pace to give him a chance to save face, not bothering to look back to see how close he was. Therefore, she was shocked when he whispered, “Boo” in her ear. He laughed maniacally as she promptly doubled her pace.

Certain he couldn’t match her at top speed, Rukia let out a sigh of relief…until she saw him standing in front of her. She stopped dead in her tracks and gaped at him in a rather fish-like way, “Wha-, how…NO FUCKING WAY!”

“Oh, yes fucking way, you evil little slut. So, are ya done playing games with me yet? I’m just about ready to fuck ya, baby,” He said nonchalantly with his hands in his pockets.

Rukia looked at him, dumbfounded by his words; did he just call me an evil little slut? She mentally shrugged, I guess, deep down, Ichigo likes to talk dirty...that’s kinda hot. Refusing to let him see her sweat, she quickly composed herself, “Okay, so we’ve seen that you can sonido pretty well…although you still couldn’t touch my father.”

“Maybe so, but I don’t really wanna touch your daddy, Rukia…I would have zero incentive.” He paused as if thinking deeply and rubbed his chin, “Your mom, however…that little bitch was certainly hot enough for me the other day-I could touch her all night long.”

Rukia got mad in a hurry, her eyes turned black as she attempted to slug him as hard as she could in the jaw. He grabbed her hand and couldn’t contain his laughter, “Don’t worry, baby…I don’t want her either. Just wanted to see you get pissed off. I love it when you go all demon-bitch on me…gets me so fuckin’ hot!”

“Then you’ll love this!” He barely saw her move before she had her legs wrapped around his waist and he teeth sunk deep into his neck. As she drew the blood from his body, Ichigo closed his black and yellow eyes in ecstasy. She moaned at his taste which served to snap him out of his endorphin-induced blackout. He didn’t need sonido to slam her on the ground beneath him. He pulled back sharply causing her fangs to rip his skin apart in the process but he didn’t care…in fact, he welcomed the pain. He had her clothes off and his dick inside her in record time, however he didn’t pound her like she thought he would. Instead, he slid slowly in and out at a maddeningly slow pace. It was then that Rukia knew he was playing with her…pushing her.

She tried to fight him for supremacy, but Ichigo would have none of that. He used one hand to hold her wrists above her head while the claws on his other hand ran lightly over her pale breasts. Rukia knew true fear as she gazed into his bottomless eyes because in them, she saw madness…just before he sank his claws into her skin. She cried out as the pain struck her. He retracted them, licked her blood, and then did the same thing to her other breast. “Now I’m not the only one who’s marked…isn’t that right, ya possessive little whore?”

Even though she bristled at his words, when she saw him lick her blood from his sharp claws, it also made her so fucking hot that she couldn’t stand it. “Please, Ichigo,” she panted. Instead of giving her what she was obviously begging for, Ichigo released her hands and pulled completely out of her. She cried out and clawed at his shoulders, begging him to fill her once more, but he refused. Instead, he slid down her blood and sweat-slicked belly until his mouth was poised at her entrance. He shot her a wicked grin before putting that sinfully talented tongue to work. He licked and sucked her until she was writhing… uttering nonsensical things mixed every now and then with an intelligible, ‘Fuck yeah.’

Rukia was mindless with lust. She couldn’t think, she couldn’t breathe, and she certainly couldn’t speak. All she could do was pull at his soft hair and make unintelligible mutterings. After the fifth, yes FIFTH, orgasm in no more than 3 minutes, Rukia was literally crying, “P-please, I-Ichigo…please, just fuck me.”

Ichigo raised his head and smirked, “You want me inside you?” Her black eyes blazed with heat as she nodded emphatically but looked worried as that evil grin manifested yet again. Before she could prepare, he sank his fangs deep into her thigh. Rukia cried out in surprise and pain, however she couldn’t help but groan lustily when he shoved three fingers deep inside her. He watched the warring expressions cross her face as fucked her roughly with his fingers.

When he’d had his fill, he sat up quickly on his knees and pulled her up with him. He gave her a quick kiss before shoving her away from him. His heavy-lidded gaze raked over her naked body as she sprawled angrily on the ground. He laughed when he caught the promise of murder in her black eyes but ignored her ire. He sat on the previously abandoned bench, “If you’re good, maybe I’ll give you what you want.”

Rukia realized what he wanted, swallowed her pride, and knelt quickly between his knees. She wrapped both small hands around him and began working him up and down. When the tip glistened with fluid, she tried to lick it but he tangled his hand in her hair and yanked to keep her away, “Not yet, you eager little slut.” Rukia groaned in frustration until he finally allowed her to taste him. She greedily licked the shiny drop and dipped her tongue deeper into him before putting her mouth completely around him. She alternated between sucking him hard and soft while masterfully working her tongue on the head and shaft.

His hands gentled on her head, appreciating the reciprocation. However, when he decided that enough was enough, he yanked her up hard by the hair and lifted her onto his lap. Rukia gratefully sank down on his massive cock and both of them groaned at how deep he was inside of her. She felt him pulse and, somehow, grow larger. He pushed her shoulders back just a bit as she rode him which caused him to hit her g-spot just right. Rukia came violently, tearing the flesh of his back with her grasping claws.

The combination of Rukia cumming and the delicious pain nearly sent him over the edge, but his own release didn’t come. He stood laid her on the ground, on top of their discarded clothing. He was on his knees before her and he spread her legs as far as they would go. He pulled back until he was nearly out of her, causing her to whimper in protest. He slowly slid back inside of her, watching until every inch disappeared inside her. He repeated this over and over until he couldn’t stand it anymore, then he wrapped her legs around his waist and pounded her harder than ever before. When he was close, he leaned down next to her ear and whispered, “What would you do if I fucked your best friend right in front of you, Ruki-chan?”

She shrieked in rage, catching him full across the face with the claws of one hand while the others sank deep into his back. Thankful for the pain he so desperately craved, Ichigo let out a guttural moan as he came deep within her body.

Several minutes passed before rational thought returned to Ichigo. He rolled off of Rukia and tried to catch his breath. When he turned his head to her, she saw his pretty amber eyes staring deep into her blue ones. The ability to speak returned to her first, “What the hell was that, Ichigo?” She asked while absently running her hand over his impressive body.

He had the grace to blush, “I…I don’t really know, Rukia. I told you, when I’m like that, it’s just instinct and desire. I’m sorry if it was…wrong.”

“It wasn’t wrong. I just wasn’t expecting you to be so…I knew you were a bad boy, I just didn’t know you were that bad,” She laughed. “Oh, and to answer your question…I would probably beat her to a bloody pulp and punish you severely for the next hundred years or so.”

He grinned at her, grateful she was taking this all so well. However, his smile faltered and disappeared as he looked at the various wounds decorating her body, “Damn. I tell you I don’t want to hurt you and then I go and do that to you. Rukia, I’m so sorry I hurt you. I just let myself get too fucking carried away.”

She leaned over and licked the bloody scratches on his cheek, “Baby, I’m almost every bit as freaky as you, so trust me when I say that I enjoyed every second of it! Now, get that stupid look off your gorgeous face.”

Her words seemed to relieve his mind, “I love you, Rukia…so fucking much.”

“I love you too, you dirty little slut…more than you’ll ever know.”