Bleach Porn Story: Mine

Chapter 8

Rukia was pissed. When she and Ran arrived at Byakuya’s place, there was nobody there. She left the man of her dreams to rush over here and no one was fucking home. Where the hell was everyone, anyway?

“Ran, are you certain that the messenger said Byakuya was waiting here?” Rukia asked impatiently.

“Well, I think so. I mean, the messenger said, ‘Kuchiki-soudaishou sent me to find Rukia-sama. If you know here whereabouts, bring her to him at once.’ So I just assumed he was here in Edo…maybe he meant the house in Kyoto?” Ran replied sheepishly, “I kinda forgot to ask exactly where Bya-Bya was…”

Rukia counted to ten…and then she counted to ten again before she was able to speak calmly, “Okay, its fine, we’ll just ask some of the staff where he is and we’ll go from there.”

The two women interrogated some estate staff and found out that the family was, indeed in Kyoto. Damn it! Kyoto was several hours from Edo if the women didn’t use sonido and they wouldn’t be using that with Ichigo in tow. There was no way that she was going another day without having Ichigo in her possession. Rukia thought that having a bit of space from him would lessen the intensity of her desire for him, but it hadn’t, not one tiny bit. She was beginning to worry about her sanity. “Ran…can I talk to you for a minute?”

“Sure Ruki-chan…What’s up?” Ran asked sweetly.

“Well, it’s just that…the way I acted back at Seireitei wasn’t…normal. You know that I’ve always felt the lust stronger than others have but this is something entirely different. I haven’t lost control of my emotions like this since the first 50 years of my conversion and even then, I didn’t feel it this strongly. There is something about this human that makes me a bit mad.”

Rangiku considered her words for a minute and looked up at the sky, “Rukia…I honestly don’t know what to tell you. I can see what he does to you and I’m not sure why. I mean, I totally get that he’s fuckin’ hot but I don’t understand how he can make YOU feel jealousy. That’s an emotion I’ve never seen you express before and it’s just a little bit spooky. I mean, seriously Rukia, it’s his job to please different women-you just can’t get jealous of a whore.”

“Don’t call him that,” Rukia hissed as she began rubbing her temples to assuage her newly acquired headache, “As of now, it’s his job to please me- and only me. I spoke with Yoruichi and secured excusive rights to him…for 100 kobans a day.”

Ran gasped, “One hundred a day? That’s a bloody fortune, Rukia! How long are you planning on keeping him?”

“I don’t know, Ran. All I know is that whenever I think about not having him, my guts clench and I can’t breathe. It doesn’t make any sense!” Rukia grabbed Ran’s arm, “Am I going crazy?”

Rangiku’s eyes rounded and her hands flew to her mouth as she gasped, “Rukia…maybe you’re in love with him!”

“Love?” Rukia scoffed, “Demons don’t fall in love, Ran.”

“That’s not true, Ruki-chan! It doesn’t happen often, but it has happened…Think of Byakuya and Hisana…surely they are in love?”

“Well, yes…I suppose they are in love but I barely know Ichigo…how could I love him?”

“I don’t know, Rukia…I just think that what you’re feeling isn’t normal. Not normal for you or almost any other demon that I know. But I’m thinking that if I tried to get a piece of your otousama, Hisana would do her best to separate my head from my body…not that he wouldn’t be worth it…your daddy is one hot SOB! Anyhow, that’s how you’re acting about Ichigo, so it only makes sense to me,” Rangiku said with a shrug.

Rukia rolled her eyes but did consider her words carefully before replying, “No…I don’t think I love him but I do want him—very badly.” Rukia crossed her arms over her chest and stared strait at Ran, “Until I’m over this obsession and done with him, he’s going to be staying with me and if anyone else tries to touch what is mine…they’ll pay for it.”

Rangiku sensed the not-so-veiled threat in that statement but chose to ignore it, “How are you going to have him when we’ve got to go to Kyoto tonight?” Ran asked.

Rukia thought about her options, “WE don’t have to go to Kyoto tonight…I do. You can go to Seireitei in the morning to collect Ichigo and then bring him to our home in Kyoto while I deal with whatever my otousama needs.” Ran nodded. “Let’s go home so that I can get the money for Yoruichi and then I’ll leave from there.”

“Sounds good, Ruki-chan, let’s go!” Ran grinned. She had never seen Rukia this focused about something and it was so cute that it was over a man-even if he does make her crazy.

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Ichigo was awakened by one annoying ray of sunshine that found its way through Yoruichi’s dark curtains. He groaned as he pulled the covers back over his head, fully intending to go back to sleep. It turns out that Yoruichi wasn’t as worn out as she claimed last night. She took a short, cat nap and pounced on him again. Even though she knew how tired he was, Yoruichi had given him no quarter last night. He had to perform four more times-the last one right before dawn-before she finally fell into a satisfied slumber. The marathon sex combined with the aftereffects of last night’s drug use left Ichigo utterly exhausted. When he moved, it woke Yoruichi a bit and she curled up next to him like a kitten seeking warmth. They both settled back down to sleep.

“Yoruichi-chan!” A very loud and cheerful voice called from the hallway.

“Ghhaaa…whoever you are, go away,” Yoruichi groaned still more asleep than awake.

“Sorry,” the annoyingly cheerful voice replied, “I can’t do that. I’ve got to speak with you right away. It’s okay though, I’ll just talk to you while you rest!” Rangiku practically sailed in the room but stopped short at the sight that greeted her. Yoruichi was stark naked and cuddling someone who was covered head to toe with the blanket. “So sorry to interrupt your rest Yoruichi-chan but I really do need to speak with you.”

Yoruichi cracked one eye open to glare at the intruder and when she saw it was Ran, both eyes opened as she glanced toward Ichigo. He was covered with the blanket so she could probably sneak out without Ran knowing who she was with and thereby avoid a possibly awkward discussion. She grabbed a dressing gown from a nearby chair and quickly threw it on. “Let’s go outside Rangiku-san…I don’t want to wake my guest. He had a rough night.” She said with a husky laugh.

When Yoruichi left his side, the blanket went askew. Ichigo mumbled as he yanked it over to cover his exposed side, which left his distinctive hair visible to the busty blonde. Ran’s hand flew to her mouth as a gasp escaped her lips. “You…he…that’s Ichigo!”

Upon hearing someone yelp his name, Ichigo sat straight up in the bed and looked around blearily. “Whaz goin’ on…sumthin wrong?” When the blanket fell from his chest and pooled in his lap, both women unconsciously licked their lips and stepped toward him. The both realized what they were doing at the same time and grinned at each other. When Ichigo was finally able to focus on the occupants of the room, he was surprised to see Ran. “Rangiku-san…What are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here? What are YOU doing here? Rukia would have had ten different breeds of kittens if she had walked in on this cozy little scene.” Ichigo actually blushed a bit once he was fully aware of the situation. “And you, Yorui-chan, I thought you couldn’t have him in your bed anymore. Something about your husband killing him or whatnot, right?”

“My husband is out of town for the week so Ichigo is in no danger. I just couldn’t let him go with Kuchiki-san for who knows how long without having him one more time.” She gestured toward Ichigo and cracked a grin, “I mean…can you really blame me? I think for five trips to heaven with that one, you might betray your little friend and have a go at him too!”

Ran’s eyes went as round as saucers before her gaze latched onto Ichigo with predatory intensity. “You might be right about that Yorui-chan. I am seriously considering said betrayal as we speak…”

“Oh hell no!” Ichigo interjected as he put his hands in front of him defensively, “I am exhausted and I am not having sex with anyone right now…even slaves have to rest sometime!” Ran crossed her arms over her generous chest as she pouted, “It’s not like I was going to anyway…Rukia would skin me alive…but you could have at least pretended to be interested.”

Ichigo rubbed the back of his neck and gave a nervous laugh, “Ahhh, sorry Rangiku-san, I guess I’m too tired to think straight today. It’s not you…I could definitely find the energy to satisfy a woman as beautiful as you but…I really need a bath before I go near anyone right now.” Ran seemed satisfied by his response and Ichigo sighed with relief. He hated to see any woman upset…a fatal character flaw he supposed. “Well, I guess I’m going to have a bath drawn in my room and let you ladies talk.” He said as he wrapped Yoruichi’s sheet around his waist.

“Ummm…Ichigo…you should probably hurry up before one of us forgets our manners and tackles you to the ground,” Yoruichi suggested with a leer. Ichigo practically ran past the snickering women and slammed the door behind him.

Yoruichi flopped back onto the bed and Rangiku sat in the chair, “So, whaddya need that requires my attention at this ungodly hour?” Yoruichi yawned.

“I came to take your boy toy away,” she chirped. “I do wish you hadn’t slept with him, though. The smell of you and sex are both very strong on him and Rukia is insanely jealous about him-emphasis on the insane part. Although, I totally get why you did…I only wish I had done it while I had the chance but noooo…I just had to be stubborn and stick with Hisagi! I am such an idiot!” Ran lamented.

Yoruichi smiled sympathetically, “I did try to tell you Ran-chan but you wouldn’t listen.”

“Yeah, but I was trying to be a loyal customer to Hisagi and you never told me how big his dick was or how well he could use it,” she whined. Yoruichi just giggled.

“Okay, did Rukia tell you the deal?” Rangiku nodded, took the gold coins from her bag, and poured them on the dark-skinned woman’s bed.

“Is he worth that much, Yorui-chan?” Ran was very curious to see if Yoruichi set his price that high because she knew Rukia would pay it or because he was worth it.

Yoruichi shivered, “Honey, I should charge her double that after the night I just had!” A slow grin began to spread across Ran’s face, “That’s great…maybe he can keep her happy for a while!”

“If he can’t, no one can. So anyhow, why are you here instead of Rukia? Not that I’m complaining of course…I would be fighting for my life right now if that little hellcat had shown up instead of you.” Yoruichi smirked.

Ran grinned as she too thought of Rukia’s reaction to this situation. Yep, there would have been hell to pay for sure! “Rukia had to go to Kyoto to attend to some family business and she asked me to bring Ichigo to her.”

Yoruichi looked thoughtful for a moment. “Kyoto wasn’t part of the deal…I had assumed he would stay in Edo but I suppose it will be alright as long as he’s not in any danger from your less civilized brethren.”

“He’ll be staying at our personal residence-not the Kuchiki palace-so we can keep him safe,” Ran assured her.

“Well, I suppose for 100 kobans a day, she has the right to take him wherever she wants to.” Yoruichi stretched as her stomach rumbled loudly, “I don’t suppose you would like to join me for breakfast while we wait on Ichigo?”

“Sure! I haven’t eaten yet…what are you having…I hope it’s a big juicy man!” Rangiku asked excitedly.

“Nope, sorry to disappoint,” Yoruichi laughed, “You’ll just have to settle for good old miso soup and rice.”

Rangiku sighed dramatically, “Oh well, I fed not long ago so I guess I can eat your meager fare without too much disappointment.”

“Okay, just let me get dressed and I’ll meet you in the dining room, ok?” Ran nodded and stepped outside.

When Yoruichi was dressed, she went to Ichigo’s room to tell him what was going on. He was leaned back in the tub with his eyes closed. His tawny body was glistening from the water and Yoruichi’s mouth went dry at the sight. She cleared her throat and his eyes shot open as he set up in the tub. When he saw Yoruichi, he relaxed again his sexy smile reflexively slid into place, “Did you need something Yoruichi-san?”

She had to clear her throat once more before continuing, “Ichigo, Rangiku-san is here to take you to Kyoto. Rukia is there on family business and expects you to meet her there so when you’re done in the bath, please pack some clothes and whatever else you may need for the trip.”

“Kyoto, huh? She must be very wealthy to afford two residences…how much is she paying you for my time?”

Yoruichi knelt down next to the tub and ran her hand through his damp locks, “Don’t you worry that gorgeous head of yours about our business arrangements…you just need to focus on making her happy, understand?”

Ichigo grabbed her hand and licked the center of her palm causing Yoruichi to shiver in response. “I understand quite well, sensei…I am a prodigy after all, aren’t I?” Ichigo thought it was quite ironic that his own sensei couldn’t tell his actions were forced.

His husky voice and velvety tongue sent shockwaves tingling throughout her body as she practically purred for him, “That you are, Ichigo…that you most certainly are.” She leaned over to kiss him but was stopped short by the door crashing against the wall.

“Aha! I knew I’d find you in here!” Rangiku pointed an accusatory finger at the pair, “You are supposed to be having breakfast with me while lover boy, here, gets cleaned up and dressed. Oh, and Ichigo, I suppose I should point out that you still smell quite strongly of sex and I suggest you scrub yourself once more.” When she finished her diatribe, she crossed her arms over her massive chest and stared down at them while tapping her foot impatiently, “I am waiting…” At those words, Ichigo began scrubbing and Yoruichi joined Rangiku at the door. “Go ahead, Yorui-chan, I’ll stay here and make sure each and every inch of his body is scrubbed to gleaming perfection,” Ran said imperiously. Yoruichi sighed, grabbed Ran by the ear, and yanked her squawking form outside and down to breakfast. “I was only joking,” Ran muttered while rubbing her sore ear.

Ichigo sighed as he finished washing his body. Last night, when he made Yoruichi cum over and over, he had imagined Rukia’s face with every thrust. Even now, exhausted from a night of complete debauchery, Ichigo still wanted the raven-haired beauty underneath him. He yanked at his hair as if doing so might purge him of this unhealthy obsession. Ichigo hoped that once he was finally able to have her, then his psyche would finally return to normal. He would go with Rukia, fuck her until she couldn’t walk properly, and get her out of his system. Yep, sounds like a plan, he thought wryly. Ichigo refused to acknowledge the part of him that laughed insanely at his pathetic line of reasoning.

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When Rukia arrived in Kyoto one hour after her departure, courtesy of sonido, she was shown into her father’s study. Byakuya looked as composed as ever and Rukia bowed toward him respectfully, “You wished to see me, Otousama?”

“I did, Rukia…please be seated,” he swept his hand toward the chair opposite his own. “I trust that I did not force you away from any pressing engagements?”

Rukia blushed a bit as she studied her clasped hands, “Not at all, Otousama…I am always happy to answer your summons.”

“That is good to know, Rukia. The reason I called you here tonight, is to ask for your assistance with a very delicate matter. Yamamoto-kinrisama has requested that you assist him in locating his missing son.” Rukia gasped in surprise as Byakuya continued, “What you are about to hear is highly classified information. Only a select few members of the Electi were made privy to this information and you must tell no one. Not even that outrageously loud girl you call your best friend.” Rukia could do nothing but stare in open-mouthed shock at her father. When he raised his eyebrow at her lack of decorum, she immediately snapped her mouth shut. “I will not breathe a word of this to anyone, Otousama…you have my word.”