Bleach Porn Story: Mine

Chapter 6

Rukia’s black eyes followed every breath Ichigo took as she slowly made her way back to his side. She knelt behind him again and lightly traced the dragon on his shoulder, “I’m sorry I had to leave you, but I didn’t want an audience for what we’re about to do.”

Ichigo shivered from her touch and her words, “Will you release me, aijin? I have been dying to touch you.”

“Not yet, atsusa, I enjoy having you at my mercy like this. Just a bit longer and, if you’re a good boy, I might release you.” Rukia ducked under his arms and stood, once more between him and the wall. She could wait no longer-she had to feel his lips once more. Rukia leaned down and put her hands on his shoulders as she pressed her lips lightly to his. Ichigo let her take the lead; he knew she wanted him to subjugate to her for now. Even so, he couldn’t help himself-he enjoyed the feel of her touch so much that he gently ran his tongue across her lips, begging for entrance. She parted them slightly and he slipped inside her mouth. Rukia moaned at the feel of his talented tongue caressing her own as all of her hard won-and legendary-Kuchiki control was lost to his sensual prowess. She fisted her hands in his fiery hair and deepened the kiss.

Ichigo bled as his teeth shredded the inner lining of his mouth…but he couldn’t have cared less.

Rukia dropped one hand to Ichigo’s mutilated back and the other one grabbed the back of his neck while she lapped up his blood like a kitten drinking milk. His kiss combined with the heady taste of his blood sent her spiraling over the edge. Rukia crushed her body against his and as her nails lengthened, she unconsciously ripped into his flesh.

Ichigo jerked his head away from Rukia as he gasped in pain. She immediately realized what she’d done and removed her nails from his skin. Rukia began running her fingers through his hair and murmuring apologies while she kissed, licked, and sucked on his neck.

His pain quickly forgotten, Ichigo’s desire returned with a vengeance. What was it about this woman that set him on fire? It made no sense whatsoever that Ichigo, who’d been with countless beautiful women, would feel this intense desire for the female in front of him. Even as an untried youth with hot as hell and twice as sinful Shihoin Yoruichi, he hadn’t felt this much raw, unmitigated lust. When Rukia dropped down to his lap and began grinding against his nearly painful erection, he was done questioning it. He wanted to touch her so badly he was shaking with it. Ichigo pulled hard against the chains holding him to the wall.

Rukia felt him shake when she began rubbing him and looked up from his neck to give him a sexy smirk. Even through her gown and his pants, she could feel the heat emanating from his rock hard cock and sweet Kami, she almost came right then-fully clothed!

As Rukia cried out and rubbed herself harder and faster against him, Ichigo couldn’t stand it any longer. He pulled as hard as he could and ripped the cursed chains from the wall. This surprised them both and they tumbled back onto the bed. It didn’t take very long for Ichigo to recover. “If that dress holds a special place in your heart, you’d better take it off now, because I’m about two seconds away from ripping it the fuck off,” he said thickly.

Rukia was literally stunned by the strength he’d just displayed. She knew he was strong for a human, but this went beyond her expectations-and it was really fucking hot! Rukia pushed herself off of his body and went to her knees facing away from him. Her black eyes were glazed with lust as she looked over her shoulder at him, “Unbutton me, please?”

Ichigo’s eyes narrowed as he too got to his knees. What the…there had to be twenty buttons on this damned dress! Ichigo growled in frustration as he ripped the annoying buttons apart. Rukia practically purred her approval as Ichigo immediately began kissing and touching her shoulders and back. He placed his hands on top of Rukia’s shoulders and slowly slid them down her pale, toned arms-effectively removing the dress while setting Rukia even more ablaze.

The dress slid from her arms and caught at her waist, leaving her chest bare. Ichigo ran his fingertips lightly along her ribcage before cupping her breasts in his large hands. Ichigo’s cock hardened even more and twitched in anticipation. He began massaging her breasts while his mouth worked its magic on her neck. When his fingers grazed over her hardened nipples, Rukia gasped and shivered in delight. He then took each nipple between the thumb and forefinger and rolled them gently between. “Harder!” Rukia gasped. Ichigo squeezed them harder and she shoved her backside against his groin.

When he removed his hands from her breasts, Rukia whimpered her disappointment. Ichigo gave a small chuckle and held her hips still with one hand while he pushed her head down with the other. “Get on your hands and knees for me, kasha.” Rukia eagerly complied.

With Rukia bent over before him as Ichigo began pulling the gown further down her hips. Each new area of skin uncovered was treated to tortuous kissing before the dress was lowered even more. Finally, he couldn’t take anymore and slipped the gown completely off of her and threw it to the ground. The sight that greeted him made his mouth water. Seeing her perfectly round ass and long, toned legs (how does someone so short have such sinfully long legs, anyway?) was driving him mad with desire. He pulled Rukia up and back flush against his body, placed his hands on her flat stomach, and spoke softly into her ear, “You must have had your eyes closed this whole time, little one. Look over there at the wall.”

He peered over her shoulder as Rukia opened her eyes to see what was so damned important about the wall. She saw…them. He had a mirror directly across from the bed and in it she could see them both on their knees atop blood soaked sheets-chains dangling from his wrists-and she was entranced by the sight. “I want your hands on me,” she hissed. He obeyed without question but this time, only one hand went to her breast while the other went to the soft, black curls at the apex of her thighs. He rubbed his hand up and down her mound before sliding one finger between her hot, dripping folds. Rukia closed her eyes and dropped her head back onto his shoulder. “Look at us, Rukia…look in the mirror and watch what I do to you.” As soon as she looked up, her eyes met his in the mirror and he sent another finger to rub her hypersensitive area. “You’re so fucking wet…” Ichigo ground out.

As Rukia looked on, Ichigo rolled her pert nipple between his fingertips as his other hand began to rub forcefully against her dripping clit. Her pleasure reaching its peak, Rukia whimpered and pushed her behind into his still clothed groin as her legs shook so hard, she thought they might give out. Rukia had been with countless humans and demons alike trying to satiate the beast inside her, but she had never experienced this much pleasure before! She still couldn’t reconcile the fact that an 18 year old human boy was the one doing this to her.

I’m probably being way too rough with her, he thought, but she was so hot and wet beneath his hand, that it was driving him a little insane. As Rukia came closer and closer to completion, he was, for the first time in a long time, beginning to lose some of his renowned control as well. Ichigo felt the overwhelming urge to sink his teeth into the delicate flesh of her neck-Whoa! Ichigo thought, where in HELL did that thought come from? But the more he thought about it, the better it sounded. When she began grinding her sweet ass against his aching cock, he lost it and bit down hard on her neck-hard enough to draw blood.

When Rukia felt Ichigo’s teeth sink into her flesh, she screamed her pleasure and came harder than she ever had in her life. When he felt her wetness rush over his hand, Ichigo nearly came himself. Rukia fell face-first onto the plush bed-her eyes once again, a vivid blue. When she rolled over to look at Ichigo, he was still on his knees with his eyes closed, panting hard-hands clenched at his thighs. Before he could regain his control, Rukia smiled and pushed him back onto the bed. He grunted when his lacerated back met with the bed, but the pain barely registered with him as Rukia slid the length of her lithe body against him.

Rukia was on her hands and knees above Ichigo, straddling him and his hands immediately settled on her hips, “That was amazing, seiteki, now it’s my turn to return the favor.” She began kissing him while her hands skimmed over his powerful chest. Rukia worked her way from his mouth to his nipples where she licked and sucked them until he thought he would explode. While she was sucking hard on his nipple, his hands were busy teasing her own nipples to aching readiness. Her hand trailed down his sculpted abs until she found the fine, smooth hair that led to her prize.

Ichigo was in sweet agony. He was trying so hard to be good and lie there while she tortured him but he didn’t know how much longer he could last! When her hand danced over his pants and she began rubbing him through the silk, he squeezed his eyes shut and let out a strangled shout.

Hearing the guttural sound tear from Ichigo’s throat at her simple caress, Rukia’s desire slammed back into her full force. She swallowed and licked her lips as she carefully removed his pants to reveal the hard, throbbing length of him. Rukia’s eyes blackened as the demon within surged to the forefront. He. Is. A. Fucking. God…. “Ichigo,” she breathed huskily.

His scalding gaze held hers as she licked him base to tip. She continued to lick him until his legs literally shook from the effort it took to keep from finishing and he had a death grip on the bloody sheet beneath him. Neither one of them heard the knock at the door nor did they notice the woman who stepped inside.

When she finally relented and took him into her mouth, Ichigo’s body jerked hard. He looked down and saw her trying to take more of him into her mouth and he felt a twinge of guilt. She was so fucking small and he had always been…well…big. The way she was working her tongue over the head of his cock made his guilt take a permanent vacation. The jingling of chains could be heard as he fisted his hands in her hair and forced her to take more and more of him inside-and Rukia was loving every second of it.

“Bloody hell, Rukia! I think you’re going to need some serious help fucking that one-lucky for you, I arrived just in time!” Rukia-mouth full of Ichigo-and Ichigo-panting with need-both looked up in shock toward the unwelcome arrival.

There, hand on hip, stood Matsumoto Rangiku in all her glory. Her lips were parted as her lust-filled eyes devoured every delectable inch of Ichigo’s flesh. The sight of her there broke Rukia from her stupor. As she removed him from her mouth, Ichigo whimpered like a kicked puppy and if Rukia weren’t so mother fucking pissed, she would have thought he sounded cute. As it was, the only thing going through her mind was to rip her best friend’s eyes from their sockets.

Rukia cared nothing for her own nudity; however, Ichigo was another matter entirely. She covered him quickly with the sheet and when he tried to sit up, she forced him back down lest he reveal more than Rukia wanted to be seen. When Ran made a disappointed sound, something within Rukia snapped. Ran’s eyes flew wide open when she saw her best friend coming at her. Rukia slammed into her like a ton of bricks and the two women crashed into the wall behind them.

“How dare you cast your eyes upon what belongs to me!” Rukia screamed in outrage as she violently backhanded Ran into another wall.

“Rukia! What the hell are you doing? I’m your best friend!” Ran rose to her feet as Rukia stalked toward her again.

“Best friends do not covet that which is not theirs,” Rukia’s claws and fangs had lengthened as the demon within her anticipated the impending carnage.

“Rukia, you’ve got to stop this now! I don’t know what is wrong with you …it’s not like we haven’t shared men before!” Ran shouted as her anger and confusion overwhelmed her. The small virago screeched in rage and flew at Rangiku again.

“Rukia…” Ichigo was once again clad in his black silk pants as he tried to restrain Rukia. How in hell’s fire was tiny Rukia able to cause this massive amount of damage-what was she, super midget? He didn’t know what was going on here-he just knew that he couldn’t let ditzy Ran get pulverized over nothing, so he spoke up. “Stop this, aijin¸ Ran didn’t mean anything by her comments-it’s just the way she is. Since she says you are best friends, surely you know this?”

Rukia slowly turned her attention toward Ichigo’s tall, gorgeous form. “Ran? You know her well enough to call her Ran? Tell me, Ichigo, how many times has Ran fucked you?” Ichigo was shocked as Rukia turned her fury on him. “R-Rukia…we haven’t… I haven’t…she just comes here a lot and everyone knows her! What the hell is wrong with you woman?” He practically roared the last.

Rukia looked as though some semblance of sanity had returned to her. She backed away from Ran and Ichigo, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.

“Rukia?” Rangiku pushed herself away from the demolished wall and walked toward her friend. “Do you have control yet?”

When she raised her head to look at Rangiku, Rukia’s eyes were blue once more. “I-I’m sorry, Ran…Ichigo.” She said softly, “I honestly don’t know what came over me.”

“It’s alright, Ruki-chan!” Ran’s sunny smile was back in place, “I might get upset too if I was hot and heavy with that (points at Ichigo) and some other subeta tried to join in.”

“Thanks, Ran…you’ve always been a good friend-even when I lose it. So, speaking of me losing it…what the hell are you doing here?”