Bleach Porn Story: Mine

Chapter 23

Ichigo awoke actually feeling refreshed for the first time in a while. He didn’t know why his mind finally decided to cut him a break and not dream, but he was certainly grateful because of it. He stretched his arms and torso and roughly shook the sleeping midget at his side, “Oi, Rukia…wake your sweet ass up!”

One murderous blue eye cracked open and looked at the wide-awake imbecile before slamming shut once more.

“Awww, come on baby…don’t be like that,” He climbed on his knees and began bouncing up and down like an excited toddler, “Wakey, wakey!”

“I-chi-goooo,” Rukia shrieked in rage, “Leave me the hell alone you abnormally happy idiot! If you wanted to wake me up, you should have done it sensually…not like a TWO YEAR OLD!” With that wail, Rukia yanked the covers over her head and turned away from her lover/current bane of her existence.

Ichigo smirked but settled down immediately. “Forgive me, aijin,” he purred while running his hand across her blanketed silhouette. Rukia sighed in contentment at his treatment and Ichigo slowly pulled the blanket down to her waist. He rested his head on his hand as he lazily stroked her soft skin. “Is this better?” He asked with a sweet smile.

“Yes…much better, thank you,” Rukia said with a satisfied sigh.

“Good,” he said with a wicked grin, “Maybe you won’t kill me for doing this…” Thus a supreme tickle-fest immediately commenced. Ichigo started out strong, but the victory eventually went to the small and supremely fast, Rukia. At the end of it, both of them were panting-completely exhausted from laughing harder than they ever had before. “That was great,” Ichigo rested his hands on his still heaving belly and looked lovingly at his woman.

His goofy grin summoned a matching look from Rukia, “Yeah,” She agreed with a nod, “It really was.” When she finally caught her breath, Rukia wanted to know why he woke her up at such an awful hour.

“Don’t you remember, love? We’re supposed to escort the girls to Karakura today… they’re having tea with a friend of theirs.”

Rukia slapped the side of her head, “Gaah! How could I forget that? It’s all they’ve been talking about all week! I suppose it can’t be helped then,” she grumbled, “I’ll have to get up and get dressed.”

Smiling at Rukia’s grumpy mien, Ichigo hopped up and ordered a passing maid to prepare a bath for them. He couldn’t wait to get this day started…he had a feeling it was going to be a good one.

~X~

Not long after Rukia and Ichigo made it out of the bedroom, they met up with Ran, Yuzu, and Karin. All of the ladies were wearing light-weight, brightly colored, silk kimonos while Ichigo dressed to kill-literally- in a traditional black umanori hakama over a black kimono with Zangetsu at his side.

The girls were very anxious to see their friend…evidently, she was to be married within the next couple of days and they wanted to have one last day with her before she was an ‘old married woman’ at the tender age of sixteen. All of the ladies piled into one of Rukia’s richly appointed carriages while Ichigo rode Diablo so that he could keep an eye out for any criminals that might try their luck at getting to the women. Ichigo knew none of them were in danger what with three of the five people being demons, but he didn’t really want the girls to find out about that frightening bit of trivia, so he kept lookout the old fashioned way.

The group arrived at Karakura a little before Yuzu and Karin were scheduled to meet their friend and her mother. The tea house they were meeting at had a very comforting atmosphere and everyone decided they would just wait for the young woman to arrive. Ichigo was idly sipping his tea in a plush chair facing the shop’s large front window when Yuzu let out an excited yelp. “Look, Karin…it’s Larichiyo-chan!”

Ichigo followed his sister’s gaze and when he saw their friend and her mother, his eyes widened in horror, “Fuck!” he hissed a bit too loudly. Four sets of female eyes were upon him in an instant.

“Ichi-nii,” Yuzu said with a worried frown, “Are you alright?”

He gulped a couple of times before seeming to come up with a suitable explanation, “Ahh…yeah, Yuzu. It’s just…uhhh…I spilled my tea on my lap and I really need to…go.” He jumped up and walked quickly to the back of the shop and made his way out of the back door.

Rukia watched with a perplexed scowl on her face, “Girls, I’m just going to check on your brother…to make sure he doesn’t need some new clothes or something. Ran, can you please stay here and chaperone the girls for me? I’ll be back as soon as possible.” Ran nodded and Rukia rushed out after Ichigo.

She didn’t have to go far as he was in the alley behind the tea shop, leaned against the wall, nervously running his hands through his wild hair, “Ichigo?” She asked hesitantly.

“I didn’t spill tea on myself, Rukia…I’m fine.”

“I kind of figured that by the look on your face before you made up that ridiculous tea story…you’re not a very good liar, Ichigo,” She snorted in amusement.

Ichigo absently rebutted with a half-hearted, “Evil midget.”

“What is it, Ichigo? You’re starting to worry me.”

“Sorry…it’s just that I knew the girl that they were meeting…and her mother. A couple of months ago, the mother came to Seireitei looking for someone to have sex with her virgin daughter. Apparently, the girl was being forced into an arranged marriage with some really old man and she wanted to make sure that her daughter had a good first time. Yoruichi always sent those types of clients to me and, of course, the mother wanted to try me out first, so…yeah, I know both of them…very well.”

When Ichigo finished his explanation, he looked up to gauge Rukia’s reaction and saw surprise, “But, she’s so young…barely older than your sisters!” He grimaced at the comparison and ran his fingers through his already mangled locks, “I know…I felt like a damn disgusting predator-pervert but hell, I had no choice…when Yoruichi said ‘fuck’, I had to ask ‘in what position?’ That’s just the way it was.”

Rukia saw the shame her observation caused and hurried to correct her mistake, “I have never understood how arranged marriages can be legal. I’m glad she had you to show her what sex should be like…although, now she IS ruined for any other man.” Rukia laughed at Ichigo’s shocked expression, “Don’t get me wrong, Ichi, if I saw the little bitch touching you, I would still rip her head off…but demons can be a bit sentimental sometimes…can’t they?”

Ichigo laughed out loud at her playful banter as the earlier tension drained from his body. He grabbed her around the waist and pressed his lips to her forehead, “And that is why I fuckin love you, Kuchiki…you are the most amazing woman ever.” He pulled her close and gently kissed her lips. His would-be loving embrace turned needy and desperate the instant he felt her tongue on his lips. He immediately opened his mouth and slanted it over hers, shoving her into the wall at her back.

Ichigo had been so exhausted lately with the nightmares and intense training sessions, that he hadn’t really touched Rukia in a few days…he decided to make up for that oversight right-the-fuck-now. Hiking her leg up over his hip, Ichigo ground against her as the scent of her arousal teased his heightened senses. He started licking and nipping at her neck and collarbone, then he parted her thin kimono to reveal the soft breasts beneath. He was like a starving man at a feast and he devoured her tender flesh like the carnivore he was.

“Ya knoooowww…I hate to be the one to always interrupt your fun, but you do realize you’re about to fuck…in an alley…in front of all those men over there…right?” Ichigo almost screamed in frustration as, yep…you guessed it…MATSUMOTO RANGIKU interrupted them yet again.

“Uh, yeah. Thanks for the heads up, Ran,” Rukia said dryly as a passion-drugged Ichigo swooped in to claim her lips yet again.

Rangiku giggled at their obvious lack of reservation regarding their current situation, “Look, not that I mind the show or anything, but…those guys are getting closer and they’re…uhhhh…leering at Rukia.”

At those words, Ichigo yanked his head away from Rukia and growled at the intruders, “What the fuck do you want you degenerate bastards?”

All of the six men smirked at Ichigo’s obvious anger before one of them finally spoke up, “Well, we saw that you was othawise occupied wit tha little lady there and this otha one was gettin’ neglected by ya. Seein’ as how ya can’t handle both of em, we just thought we’d do ya a fava and take care a that one for ya. We won’t even botha that one unda ya until yer done wit her. Pretty damn decent of us, eh?” The unwashed male smiled and revealed rotting teeth that seemed to match the rest of his demeanor.

Ichigo let out a low laugh, covered Rukia, and turned fully toward their would-be assailants and casually stuck his hands in his pockets, “Is that a fucking joke? I’ve been handling more than two women since I was fifteen years old. In fact, I could make both of them cum before you limp-dick mother fuckers could even get your pants down. Lucky for you, I’m really not in the mood to get blood on my clothes tonight, so why don’t you boys go back to wherever you came from before you get hurt?”

At his cocky words, all six of the men stiffened menacingly and pulled knives out of their coats, “You got a death wish, kid? Cuz you just crossed tha damn line. Now we’re gonna kick yer ass and fuck both yer women…then we’ll slit they’re pretty throats!”

Ichigo shrugged, hands still in his pockets, and walked slowly toward them. His wicked smile lit up his face and Rangiku was actually the only one present who knew what it meant…these men had just fucked up…royally.

As Ichigo began systematically destroying the men in the alley, Rukia and Rangiku sat back to enjoy the show, “Wow,” Rukia said in awe, “I’ve never really seen him brawl before…he’s magnificent.”

Rangiku nodded her agreement, “Yep, it’s like that day in the forest when he killed those men except this time, he’s not even pulling out his blade. Rukia,” Ran looked a little nervous, “Would you want to kill me for saying that this is totally turning me on?”

Rukia’s eyes widened at her friends bold question and she took a moment before answering, “Well, not too long ago I would have tried my best to pluck your eyes out but now…I think I’m more secure in our relationship and I think I’m really making progress in that respect. I vowed to stop being a crazy bitch about him…well, as much as I can. I don’t think I’ll ever really not be jealous of someone else looking at and/or touching him. But, how can I blame you for getting excited by watching him?” Craaaack, they both turned at sound of an arm and then a leg breaking in quick succession. “He doesn’t even have to go into demon form to take down six grown men with knives.” Rukia sighed wistfully as Ichigo repeatedly bludgeoned the hapless souls before them, “He is soooo fucking hot right now…and if I wasn’t such a greedy bitch, I’d let him prove what he said about making us both cum.”

Rukia turned toward Rangiku with sorrowful eyes, “Ran, I really am so sorry that I can’t share him with you. I know we’ve always shared men in the past but everything is just so different with Ichigo. Maybe one day I’ll be able to but…probably not.” Ichigo snapped another neck.

“Awww…Ruki-chan, I don’t blame you for not wanting to share him.” Ran pulled Rukia into a suffocating hug as Ichigo finished ripping through the humans who were stupid enough to screw with them. “Hell, if he was mine, I wouldn’t want to share him either…well, I might share him with you in a ménage a trois,” Wink, wink, “But, other than that, definitely not.”

Rukia looked on in amazement as Ichigo returned without a scratch on him, “Wow, you are extremely efficient Ichigo…not even any blood on your clothes!”

Ichigo shrugged his shoulders, “Hey, Ran…can you do me a favor?”

“Anything, Ichi,” Ran said while tossing a grin at Rukia.

“Will you stay with the girls…I want to take Rukia home with me on Diablo. You guys can make it alright, can’t you?”

“Sure Ichi, no problem…but, the girls are part of the reason I came looking for you guys. They want to spend a couple of days with their friend in Karakura and I wanted to make sure that was okay with you.”

“Uhhh, sure…that’s fine. So, will you be alright coming home alone?” Ichigo inquired solicitously.

“I’ll be fine! I might as well see what the local bars have to offer in the man-flesh department. I suddenly find myself in need,” She winked obviously at her best friend. “I’ll just let you two get out of here…ta ta, loves!” With a small wave, Ran went back inside to tell the girls that they could stay.

Ichigo took off toward the horse but stopped when he noticed that Rukia wasn’t with him. “What the hell, midget? Why are you just standing there?”

Rukia put on her best Kuchiki, I’m-so-much-better-than-you-so-fuck-off glare, “I don’t ride…ever. Never have…never will.” She turned up her petite nose as if he wanted her to do something completely vile.

Ichigo stared at her as if she’d lost her mind, “Are you serious? Why the hell not?”

Rukia looked a bit unsure all of a sudden as she kicked the dirt with her dainty shoe, “Ummm, well, I just…don’t!”

He suddenly broke down laughing, his breath coming in harsh gasps, “Y-you don’t know h-how to ride? You’ve g-got all those horses and you can’t f-fucking ride?” He was bent over as the hilarity of the situation fully hit him.

Her glare was firmly back in place with just a hint of ‘you’re about to die’ thrown in for good measure. “Ichigo. Shut. The. Fuck. UP!,” she screamed the last word at him. “Every wealthy noble has a stable full of horses…it’s an indicator of just how wealthy we are…and mine are the best!”

“Well, I guess I can’t argue with that logic.” Ichigo still hadn’t fully caught his breath but settled down a bit as he began thoroughly manipulating her, “Seriously, love…you will be with me. Diablo’s a perfect gentleman these days and I promise I won’t let you go, okay?” Cue puppy dog eyes, “Do you think you could try…for me?”

The plaintive look in his eyes won over the smaller demon but she didn’t want to give up so easily. “Well…if you promise to give me something extra special when we get home,” The playful vixen said with a seductive grin.

Ichigo felt his cock swell at her dirty insinuation, “Why in fuck’s name would we wait? I’ll be inside you long before we get there…that’s a promise.”

~X~

Rukia, fierce and terrifying blood demon extraordinaire, looked up at the tall horse with trepidation. “Ichigo, I don’t think this is a good idea. Why don’t you ride and I’ll sonido home?”

“Well, we could do that,” Ichigo said as he snaked his arms around her waist and pressed his erection into her belly, “But then you couldn’t feel this the whole way home.”

“Okay,” Rukia acquiesced quickly and breathlessly.

Ichigo allowed a sly grin to grace his features…she was soooo easy sometimes. He lithely mounted the monstrous animal and held his hand down for her to take, “Just put your left foot in the stirrup and I’ll pull you up.” Rukia did as she was told and ended up sideways, in front of him. The saddle was large enough for her small body to fit comfortably and Ichigo’s arms automatically encircled her, calming her nagging sense of fear. She snuggled into his warm chest, put one arm around his trim waist and snuck the other inside the top of his kimono to rest against his smooth flesh. Once she was comfortable, the small demon sighed in contentment, “I think I can get used to this horse riding business.”

Diablo started off at a slow, comforting walk as they headed out of Karakura. Ichigo urged the horse into a faster walk and almost groaned at the feeling of his woman bumping into his groin. Rukia felt his arousal and looked up at him with hooded eyes as she ‘accidentally’ bumped him harder. Ichigo sucked in a sharp breath and wished like hell that there weren’t so many travelers on the road today.

The more people they passed, the bolder Rukia became. The hand that was resting against the skin of his torso began to slowly torture his nipple as she brought the other one to the front of his hakama and began to inconspicuously rub his hard cock. Ichigo was literally panting at this treatment which had several of the people they passed staring curiously at him. “Rukiaaaaa,” He groaned in half-protest.

Her scent teased him as she giggled, “C’mon, Ichigo…isn’t it more exciting when there are so many people watching us?”

“Oh, you think this is funny, you little cock-tease? Let’s see how you like it.” Ichigo looked around to make sure no one could see his left hand as he snuck it between the folds of her kimono and onto her silky thigh. He began rubbing circles, inching his way slowly toward her hot, wet center. Rukia’s breathing hitched and finally halted as his fingers found her. He ran two fingers from her wet opening to her throbbing clit and back down again.

He massaged every inch of her swollen flesh but refused to linger on any one spot. Rukia squirmed mindlessly, her eyes squeezed tightly shut as she bit her bottom lip. “Ichi…please,” she begged as the hand he was absently stroking against her folds teased past her clit yet again.

Ichigo finally took pity on her and slid his two fingers inside her while his thumb rubbed lazy circles around her clitoris. When Rukia moaned lustily, a couple passing by on their horses stopped. They could only see Rukia’s back, therefore they had no idea what Ichigo was doing to her. “Is that girl alright?” The woman asked with a worried expression on her face.

Ichigo smiled sadly at the couple, never ceasing his assault on Rukia’s dripping pussy, “My lady is not well…we were in town when this illness suddenly overtook her. I volunteered to bring her home and her traveling companions stayed in town with the carriage.” As he finished speaking, he squeezed her nub hard causing Rukia to buck in his arms and moan again. Ichigo continued speaking as though nothing happened, “This damnable fever has consumed her mind…I fear she may not last through the ride home.” The couple nodded sadly in understanding and muttered their well-wishes as Ichigo continued on his way. When they were out of ear-shot of the nosey couple, a red-faced Rukia peered up at him and hissed, “You bastard!”

Ichigo replied by shoving his fingers deep inside of her, “Watch your mouth, my lady, or you won’t be having anymore fun on this trip.” After roughly pumping them in and out several times, he took his hand out of her kimono and sucked her juices off of his fingers. “Mmmmm…you taste so good, baby.”

Rukia whimpered at his abrupt withdrawal and began rubbing his dick with more force in an effort to persuade him to replace his hand. Becoming frantic in her need for him, Rukia reached inside his hakama and grasped his throbbing length. She licked one hand and started stroking him furiously while she parted his kimono and turned her body to suck on his nipples. Ichigo thrusted repeatedly into her small hand until pre-cum glistened at his tip. Rukia saw the results of her ministrations and rubbed the sensitive head with her fingertips, dipping into the small cleft to get every last drop. When she finished, she raised her fingers to her lips and licked them clean. Ichigo groaned at the erotic site and decided he’d had enough foreplay.

Having detoured onto a narrow forest path, they were finally alone. Ichigo reached around her small body, grabbed her right leg, and pulled it so that she was straddling the saddle in front of him. She gasped at the sudden change in position and gripped the saddle swell tightly. Ichigo felt the resurgence of her fear and rubbed soothingly up and down her legs. Rukia calmed down quickly and noticed just how interesting her new position was. Her aching pussy was wedged tightly between the hard saddle and Ichigo’s even harder cock. She wiggled experimentally and practically swooned at the increase in sensation.

Ichigo took note of her growing desire and allowed her to undulate against him and the saddle at her own pace. He tied the reins together and let them hang on Diablo’s neck-effectively freeing his other hand. He slipped both hands inside of her kimono to tease her taut nipples. She closed her eyes and focused solely on her pleasure.

Ichigo’s own desire was growing by leaps and bounds. Feeling her grind against him was causing quite a bit of discomfort but there was no way he was going to stop her movements. He continued teasing her breasts with one hand as he quickly slid two of his fingers inside her. Rukia cried out at the feeling and rode his hand like a woman possessed. The horse never broke from his hypnotizing rhythm and Rukia absently marveled at just how well-behaved he was. Neither of them seemed to care that her kimono had come undone and was wide open for anyone to see…luckily they were still alone.

Ichigo felt her trembling and knew she was close to finishing, so he removed his fingers. She tried to force him to stay inside her but he was stronger and succeeded in pulling away. He laughed at her frustrated mewl and began nipping and sucking at her exposed neck, “Ichigoooo!” she whined in frustrated rage.

He finally noticed that her gown was hanging open and decided to take advantage of it. He ran both hands from her collarbone, over her pert breasts, and down her ribs. When he reached the juncture of her thighs, he bypassed her hot pussy and rubbed her thighs instead.

Rukia was writhing and twisting in anguish-trying her best to get him where she wanted him-when he suddenly forced her to bend forward over the saddle. She was forced to grip the horse’s mane to keep her balance but when she tried to push back up, Ichigo gripped her neck and forced her further down. She let out an angry growl but stopped short when she felt his other hand on her bare ass.

Ichigo knew the moment she stopped fighting and took his hand from her neck. He raised the kimono up higher and caressed her round ass, sliding his thumbs down the crease and into her succulent folds. He could see moisture coating her pussy and thighs and hardened exponentially, “Fuuuck, Rukia…I can’t wait!” Before she knew what was happening, he braced his feet against the stirrups and shoved every inch of his fully erect cock inside her begging entrance.

Rukia screamed as pleasure and pain wrapped around her-turning her into Ichigo’s mindless supplicant. The loud sound so close to his delicate ears spooked Diablo and he broke into a trot. Ichigo was so lost in Rukia’s heat that it took him a minute to notice the change. When he did, he simply adjusted his rhythm to that of the horse and rode in tandem to his gait. Each time the horse’s hooves thundered to the ground, Ichigo pounded his cock hard into her tight sheathe.

Rukia paid no attention to the discomfort the saddle was causing her hips but instead focused on the feel of Ichigo inside her and the horse’s rough hair scraping against her sensitive nipples. The combined feeling sent her over the edge and she came with another scream.

Ichigo felt her walls tense and spasm around him which only made him pound her harder. As her orgasm finished, he stopped the horse and pulled out of her while he dismounted. Rukia was extremely confused as to why he would stop until he drug her off the saddle as well. Ichigo ripped the useless kimono from her body and pulled her to a fallen log along the path. He told her to stand on the rock next to it, bend over, and brace her hands on the log. She did as she was told which put her ass in perfect position for him. Ichigo wasted no time as he thrust into her from behind.

The pleasure was so intense that Rukia wanted to collapse onto the ground but Ichigo held her hips firm. The closer he got to completion, the harder and faster he fucked her. Absently realizing that she would want to cum again, Ichigo reached around her body and worked her clit until she was a shivering, screaming mess. As her orgasm clenched him tightly, Ichigo came hard…pumping into her until he absolutely had nothing left to give.

When he finished, he pulled her off of the log and gave her a long, loving kiss, “We should probably get home…”

“Probably,” She replied breathlessly, “But there’s no way I’m getting back on that horse…I don’t think I could take anymore pleasure. Do you think I could sonido home while you ride?”

“Well, as long as you promise to give me something really good when I finally get home,” He grinned.

“Just what did you have in mind…?”