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Bleach Porn Story: Mine

Bleach Porn Story: Mine

Chapter 3

Rukia cocked her head to the side and gave Yoruichi a sly look, “Your Ichigo, eh? Hmmm….I take it you’ve tried him out then?”

“He is very…special…to me,” she grinned, “Your brethren have always been my best-paying customers so imagine my delight when Rangiku told me that a member of the noblest blood demons, the Kuchiki clan, would be visiting! Since I knew you’d be coming tonight, I kept Ichigo free from entertaining any others. I guess that’s my way of saying thank you for trying Seireitei.”

“Thank you so much for your courtesy, Yoruichi-san. It’s always nice to have a fresh male. Please don’t think me rude, however I’ve been thinking about this boy all day and I am quite eager to see him with my own eyes.”

“Of course, Kuchiki-sama. Ichigo is in his private chamber-I’ll take you there right away.”

Yoruichi led Rukia through the main room and up a spiraling staircase with marble steps and golden railings. The pair bypassed the second floor which Yoruichi told her housed most of the private rooms on up to the third floor. They walked down a hallway whose only illumination came from the candlelit wall sconces. Yoruichi pointed to the door at the end of the hall and told Rukia that she would find Ichigo in there.

“Are you planning on beating, whipping, or otherwise abusing him? If so, I need to ask you to not mark his face in any way.” Yoruichi said in a very business-like tone.

“No, I don’t usually abuse my men, however if he pleases me well, I may take some of his blood.”

“Whatever you choose to do to him, he should accept it and offer you an excellent evening. Please let me know if he does something to displease you. My slaves are well-cared for here, but I do not coddle them. If he displeases you, he will be dealt with.”

Rukia nodded and Yoruichi walked back the way she came. Rukia turned the knob and opened the door to Ichigo’s room. The dimly lit room was richly appointed with a large, four poster cherry wood bed. Rukia’s breath caught in her throat when she finally caught site of the object of her desire lying on that bed. He appeared to be sleeping and didn’t stir upon Rukia’s arrival. She walked up to the side of his bed and drank in the site of this man who had occupied her fantasies ever since Ran described him to her.

Rangiku was NOT exaggerating in the least-Kurosaki Ichigo was absolutely exquisite! He was tall-at least 6’1-and his skin was beautifully tanned; he couldn’t have been more than 18 years old. His orange hair was lying in spiky disarray above a face that was strong but perfectly shaped. He had a patrician nose, beautiful lips, high cheek bones and a strong jaw. Rukia wondered what color his eyes would be under those slashing orange eyebrows. Her eyes traveled lower to note his strong neck leading to a finely chiseled torso. He had a thin gold band around each of his biceps and bands on each wrist connected by small gold chains. This man’s ripped chest, arms and sculpted abdomen had Rukia practically dripping with need. There was only a black silk sheet thrown negligently across his naked hips leaving one strong thigh clearly visible to her hungry gaze. She was practically salivating as she noticed the fine trail of hair disappearing beneath the silk sheet. Sweet Kami, this man was absolute perfection!

She couldn’t wait any longer to see his eyes. “Ichigo?” Rukia called softly as she reached out to touch his strong hand. His eyes opened halfway and she saw that they were a beautiful amber color. They were slightly glazed as he glanced toward her and he couldn’t seem to focus.

“Forgive me, my lady,” he said softly. “I did not know you would come so early, I must have fallen asleep.” Even his voice was perfect. It was as though every syllable he spoke was meant to seduce her and oh, merciful heavens, was it working! He didn’t say another word, just took her hand and raised it to those sinful lips and kissed each of her fingertips. He graced her with a sexy smile that was designed to melt a woman upon impact.

At that moment Rukia realized two things: 1) he was functioning under a drug-induced haze, and 2) she must possess this magnificent creature at all costs. Rukia removed her hand from Ichigo’s grasp and took several steps away from his bed. She may have many faults, but throwing herself on a human boy who had to be drugged in order to fuck her was not one of them.

“Have I done something to displease you, aijin*?” Ichigo asked worriedly. He raised his lithe form from the bed and wrapped the sheet around his hips. “Please stay, aijin, I can give you all that you desire if you would but give me the chance.”

“No, Ichigo, you have done nothing to displease me at all. In fact, I don’t think that it would be possible for you to do anything but bring me pleasure,” Rukia said with humorless smile.

Ichigo stood and walked toward her, sheet balanced precariously on those beautiful hips. There was an air of power surrounding him as he made his way towards her. His movements were slow and methodical. Every one he made was like a poetic symphony of power and grace.

Rukia stood transfixed as he moved behind her like a sleek, seductive shadow. He pushed the hair away from her neck and growled lowly into her ear, “If I haven’t made you angry, aijin, then please let me show you why I command the outrageous sum of money you must have paid for me. I promise you, I will satisfy you in every way.”

Rukia was tempted-oh dear Kami was she ever tempted-to abandon one of the last vestiges of humanity she possessed. She turned in Ichigo’s arms and placed her hands on either side of his gorgeous face. “Ichigo, please don’t misunderstand me. I want you very much-so much so that my undergarments are soaked with it. However, I can tell that you have been given something that is altering your perception and I refuse to be with any man who is drugged. When I have you, I want you to see and feel every bit of it. I want you to remember me and every little thing I do to that delectable body of yours.”

Ichigo’s sexy smile slipped a bit and a perplexed scowl took its place. He attempted to speak but Rukia placed her fingers against his smooth, firm lips. “Shhh…I’m afraid I can’t let you talk me out of this right now. I must go see Yoruichi for a moment but you can be sure that I will be back…and soon.” At that, Rukia turned deliberately from the tempting picture he presented and walked out the door without looking back.

As Rukia retraced her steps down to Yoruichi’s office, she began thinking back on her own life and became increasingly angry.

Before her acceptance into Nii-sama’s clan and subsequent transformation into a blood demon, Rukia was just a poor, frail girl barely surviving the streets of Rukongai. She had to do many things that were, at the time, abhorrent to her but she was very careful to keep her virtue safe.

At the age of 17, Rukia had secured employment in a brothel in the heart of Rukongai. She was serving drinks and submitting to men pawing her but thankfully, the owner never asked her to do more than that. One night, a particularly rich man was seated in Rukia’s section of the common room. He hadn’t taken his eyes off of her the entire night until he suddenly got up and disappeared. Rukia was relieved that he left as his unerring gaze was really starting to frighten her.

About ten minutes later, the owner of the brothel approached Rukia and told her that the rich gentleman requested her presence for the evening and he assured her that she would be well-compensated for her time. Rukia declined the offer and turned to leave but was stopped as her employer roughly grabbed her arm. “Listen to me, you uppity little bitch. This man has already paid me well for your time and you will do whatever he wants you to, do I make myself clear?”

Rukia looked at him fearfully and tried to pull away from him, “L-let go of me! You have no right to do this…I am only a server here. Go find him a willing whore and let me be!”

At that, the rich man arrived with drinks in hand, “It’s alright; you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. If you would consider having drinks with me, I would be perfectly content with that. I’ll still pay you for her time, of course,” he said to the owner. Rukia shook free of her employer’s now slackened, grip and considered the rich man’s offer. “I don’t mind having a few drinks with you but don’t think I’ll let you get me drunk…”

I wouldn’t dream of it my dear. In fact, lets just say have two drinks with me and I’ll leave you alone. How does that sound?”

It turns out that one drink was enough-at least when you’re drugged by it. Whatever she was given must have been very potent indeed because she didn’t remember anything that happened that night. When she woke up the next morning, she had a black eye, swollen cheeks, and a busted lip-and those were the least of her injuries. Every part of her body ached and blood was oozing from her privates and her behind. All she could do was lie there in agony. A maid finally came along to clean the room and found her there. She brought a healer to see Rukia and she was able to go home later that day. That was the last day Rukia worked in that brothel.

Rukia’s eyes were pitch black by the time she got to Yoruichi’s office. The girl known as Shaolin, blocked her path. “What do you think you’re doing? Madame Yoruichi is working and doesn’t wish to be disturbed right now.”

Rukia smiled as she delivered a lightning fast, punishing blow to the other woman’s sternum. “You’re lucky I held back…I could have crushed your heart. As it is, catch your breath, bitch, while the adults talk.” With that she busted into Yoruichi’s office and slammed the door behind her.

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