Bleach dirty Porno Story: Mine

Chapter 16

Ichigo looked down at the beautiful woman standing next to him and felt a rush of pride to have her by his side. Rukia’s hair was swept up into a tight chignon at the base of her head with delicate white flowers woven into it. Several tendrils of her silky black hair were left loose to softly frame her face. Her gown was a metallic gray silk with silver threads interwoven throughout, giving the ensemble an ethereal appearance. When Rukia looked up at him with those luminescent eyes, Ichigo felt himself falling further into her enchantment.

When Ichigo thought back to the cold look in her eyes as she called him a whore, he still cringed internally. This past week had really gone a long way towards healing the mental scars she dealt him, but he didn’t completely trust her turn about. It was so difficult for Ichigo to reconcile the Rukia of that night with the smiling creature with him tonight, so he chose to focus only on the present and let the past go, if only for tonight.

When Rukia looked up into Ichigo’s mesmerizing, amber eyes, her heart did a tiny flip-flop. He was dressed all in black, in the height of European fashion-From his form-fitting black waistcoat that molded itself across his broad shoulders to the breeches that hugged his well-muscled legs and behind to perfection. Rukia felt her body heating with desire and had to look away to compose herself.

The striking couple walked into the elaborately decorated ballroom and it seemed as though every eye was on them. Ichigo shifted nervously for a moment before continuing on. In spite of his incredible looks and sexual experience, he had never grown comfortable with the attention he received.

Rukia had never been overly social either, and as such, she tended to avoid large gatherings. Tonight, however, Rukia was uncomfortable for an entirely different reason…it had been about two weeks since she had taken any blood. She was trying to wait until after this party to take from Ichigo again for two reasons: 1) He lost a lot of blood from his ordeal and she wanted to make sure he healed, and 2) She didn’t want Ichigo to receive any odd looks or questions about marks on his neck. She knew that she’d probably need a break from all of this temptation at some point, but for right now, she decided she would be okay.

Rukia scowled at all the attention (female and some male) Ichigo was receiving. “What is it about you that makes every woman in sight want to fuck you?” She groused while glaring angrily at the aforementioned people.

“Rukia, shhh…someone might hear you,” Ichigo chastised.

“Well good,” she said petulantly while pulling him closer to her side, “Maybe the sluts will learn to keep their perverted eyes to themselves. Besides, most of them are old enough to be your mother!” Rukia chose to conveniently ignore the fact that she was old enough to be his great, great, great grandmother.

Ichigo looked around and then casually steered Rukia out of the door that led to the garden. When they were outside, he made sure no one was watching and forced Rukia against the wall. As he molded his body to hers, the hot, deep kiss he gave her had its desired effect…she completely forgot her earlier complaints.

With a self-satisfied grin, Ichigo offered her his arm, “Shall we go find my sisters now?”

“That’s probably a good idea.” Rukia answered breathlessly as she took his proffered arm.

Neither of them saw the angry yellow eyes watching them from the garden.

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As it happened, Karin and Yuzu were pretty easy to find-all they had to do was follow the trail of hopeful suitors. To the males surrounding his sisters, Ichigo appeared positively feral. Several of them would swear later on that the beautiful young ladies debuting that evening had a demon guarding them…go figure, ne?

Ichigo growled and scowled his way through the throng of testosterone that had flocked to his sisters’ sides; Each one fleeing like a rabbit being stalked by a panther.

Like any healthy demon would, Rukia took inventory of the males surrounding her. Many of them seemed to be older than Ichigo, but she saw several who looked close to his age. Rukia was amazed at the disparities that existed between Ichigo and nearly every other male in attendance. Even allowing for the genetic influence from having an insanely strong demon for a father could not account for all the differences. No, there was just some factor that Ichigo possessed in abundance that caused other men to pale in comparison. His good looks combined with his unconscious, natural sensuality give him an appeal few could resist-Rukia included.

It didn’t matter to her that he was her slave; what mattered to her was the pride she felt by being with such a magnificent creature…it didn’t hurt to know that she was the envy of every woman in attendance!

Rukia’s musings were interrupted by a high-pitched squeal of “Ichi-nii!” Followed closely by a, “You came!” Rukia watched the tension bleed from Ichigo’s shoulders as he hugged his sisters.

“Ichi-nii, I didn’t think you were gonna come,” the dark-haired young woman said happily, “But you’re here so I guess that means I’ll be doing Yuzu’s chores for a week,” she said with a grin.

“Karin,” Ichigo began seriously, “What have I told you about gambling?”

Karin immediately answered, “Never bet on anything unless you know you can win it,” she intoned.

A second passed before a huge grin stretched across his face, “That’s my girl!”

“Ichi-nii,” Yuzu said quietly, “Thank you for coming…we missed you so much.” Yuzu had tears in her eyes as she gripped her brother tightly.

Ichigo hugged them both again before setting them away from him. “I can’t believe how much the two of you have grown,” he said wondrously, “When I saw you last, you were both little girls, and now…I guess you’re young women now. I missed you both so much!

Karin noticed a small, beautiful woman standing behind her brother and her curiosity got the best of her. “Ichigo, who’s this,” she asked gesturing toward Rukia.

Ichigo’s smile seemed a bit more strained as he pulled Rukia into the fray. “This is Kuchiki Rukia.” Before he could say who she was or why she was here, Yuzu gushed, “What a beautiful name…It’s so nice to meet you!”

Karin was a bit less effusive in her greeting, “Hey.”

Rukia smiled warmly at both girls and pretended not to hear Karin’s rude comment. “It’s so nice to finally meet both of you…I’ve heard so much about you!” Rukia replied. The introductions were interrupted when Yuzu looked behind Ichigo and smiled warmly, “Yoruichi-san! Look…Ichigo came!” Yoruichi gave her a genuine smile in return, “I see that, Yuzu-chan…I’m so happy he decided to join us!”

Yoruichi was dressed in a traditional Grecian-style floor length gown that was attached only over one shoulder. As per her tastes, the gown was black and accentuated her striking curves. The beautiful woman turned her golden gaze toward Ichigo and placed a proprietary hand on his forearm, “Are you having a good time, Ichi?” She practically purred.

“Uhh…sure. What about you, Yoruichi?” he asked semi-nervously. His nervousness was understandable as a man standing between two powerful women-both of whom he’d recently bedded. He actually began to sweat as he felt Rukia’s gaze bore into his back. Ichigo attempted to surreptitiously remove her hand from his arm but Yoruichi merely smirked at Rukia and moved even closer to his side.

Rukia could feel herself losing control just a bit, so she decided that the best thing she could do for Ichigo would be to walk away, for now. As much as she would enjoy engaging that bitch in heat, she didn’t want to ruin Ichigo’s time with his sisters. Rukia cleared her throat and took the high road. “Ichigo…I’m going to get some fresh air but I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Ichigo looked worried, “Rukia, is everything okay? Let me walk with you to make sure you’re alright.”

“I’m fine. I just need to breathe in some fresh air for a little while. You visit with your sisters and I’ll be back soon, ne?”

“I-I guess so, but…hurry back okay? I need to make proper introductions and let my sisters know that they’ll be moving soon,” he whispered. Rukia mustered a smile and a nod for her lover as she made her way outside.

Ichigo watched Rukia walk away with a slight frown. He wanted to go after her, but he needed to visit with his sisters. He turned to the girls and as he watched them, he wondered how he could have left them alone for so long. Their sweet smiles and laughter were infectious and he soon found himself laughing along with them.

The young men that Ichigo ran off earlier saw him being so genial and felt that it might be safe to approach the beautiful young girls once more. Ichigo scowled fiercely at them but did not interfere as the girls were led onto the dance floor. Ichigo sighed at the knowledge that they were actually young adults now and he couldn’t kill their suitors-as much as he’d like to.

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Rukia found a place out in the garden to cool off. With her sharp, supernatural eyes, she could still see Ichigo and keep tabs on Yoruichi. Watching the three siblings laugh and interact with that slut made Rukia’s stomach turn. She was trying so hard to be good and not cause a scene but she didn’t know how much more she could take.

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When Yuzu and Karin were led away by two eager young men, Yoruichi smiled. She finally had him to herself and it was time to put her plan into action. “Ichigo, I need to talk to you alone for a few minutes,” she said seriously.

Ichigo frowned at her request and looked around for Rukia. “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he hedged.

“It’s important, Ichigo, and it’s not something you want your sisters to hear,” she replied.

“Alright, but we need to make this quick…Rukia should be back soon.”

As Yoruichi led him away, she stared into the dark garden and allowed a triumphant smile to grace her features.

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When Rukia saw Ichigo follow Yoruichi out of the room, her eyes narrowed dangerously. “What the hell is she up to,” she whispered to herself. It seemed like Yoruichi had stared straight at her even though she couldn’t have known she was there. She watched until they went out of sight and moved to follow them. She couldn’t hear anything but she was able to track them through the windows and watched them go into a secluded hallway.

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Ichigo was aggravated and he didn’t bother to hide it from his sensei. “Okay, Yoruichi…what was so important that we had to come inhere to talk?”

Yoruichi gave him her most seductive look, “I just wanted a little time with you away from your selfish new owner.”

Ichigo groaned at her deceptive tactics and threw his head back in exasperation, “Yoruichi! You idiot…I’m outta here.” He attempted to leave the dim alcove she brought him to, however Yoruichi had other plans and stepped into his path. “I think you should hear me out before you leave, otherwise this evening will become most unpleasant for you and your sisters.”

Ichigo bristled at her veiled threat, “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Now that Yoruichi was certain she had his attention, she relaxed her stance and crossed her arms beneath her generous breasts. “Don’t worry, Ichigo…I know you’re committed to your new little mistress. I just want one final taste of you…after all, I made you the man you are today…don’t I deserve at least that for all I’ve done for you?”

“What do you want from me, Yoruichi?” He asked warily.

“Just a kiss…one final kiss but it’s got to be good and not just a peck. I want to feel desired by you-even if you don’t feel it-and when you’re done, I want to be so fucking horny that I can’t walk straight. I know you can do it, Ichi…I taught you to do it.”

“And if I don’t?” he asked stubbornly.

“Then before this night is through, your sisters will know exactly what you have been doing all these years with me. Every sordid detail…and I don’t think you want that,” she said confidently.

“Dammit Yoruichi,” he ground out through gritted teeth, “Why are you doing this? I have done everything you ever asked of me but I don’t belong to you anymore…you’ve got to let me go.”

“I swear to you, I only want one final kiss and then I won’t bother you anymore…but if you deny me, then I will tell them everything.”

Ichigo ran a frustrated hand through his hair and closed his eyes for a moment. “Fuck it,” he growled as he pulled her roughly toward him by gripping her upper arm hard enough to bruise it. He then gripped the back of her head and crushed his lips to hers. He swept his velvety tongue inside her mouth to duel with hers. Yoruichi wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body even closer to his, “More,” she whispered while taking a breath. Ichigo lifted her left leg and pushed her against the wall without breaking his kiss. He ground his body against hers and Yoruichi moaned her need into his mouth. All of a sudden, Ichigo released her and stepped back, “I hope you got what you wanted, and Yoruichi…that’s the last time I’ll ever touch you.”

Little did he know that her plan just caused her a great amount of pain as well…she should have asked for more than just a kiss. Yoruichi peered over his shoulder and forced a smile past her bruised lips, “I think I got exactly what I wanted, Ichigo, so I’ll be going now. Thank you for humoring me and please tell the girls goodbye for me…I trust that you and Rukia can handle the explanations?”

Ichigo nodded once and looked away from her, “Yoruichi, thank you for taking good care of my sisters…I’ll never forget that.”

Yoruichi gave him a broad smile, “As if I would let you, baka!” She turned to go, “Bye, Ichi,” she said sadly as she walked away.

When he thought she was too far away to hear, Ichigo whispered, “Bye, Yorui.” She did hear it and it brought a sad smile to her lovely face.

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Of all the things she expected, Ichigo initiating a passionate kiss with Yoruichi wasn’t one of them. Rukia was completely floored when she saw him take the other woman forcefully into his embrace. Her first and most guttural response was to curl up and cry-an action she had always despised as weakness personified. Her mind was screaming denials as a kiss that was no more than a few minutes long seemed to last hours.

When Ichigo finally stopped touching that bitch, Rukia released the breath she had been unconsciously holding. She watched Yoruichi leave and Ichigo return to the ballroom and she felt the hurt quickly coalesce into an all-consuming rage. Liar! Her mind screamed, Fucking liar! He doesn’t love me…how could I be so stupid! This is my fault for going soft and not punishing him like he deserved.Rukia’s thoughts continued to deteriorate and she felt the demon within her rising up to the forefront. I don’t care if he still wants that whore, she thought viciously, He is MINE and he will pay for this betrayal! An evil grin appeared on the vengeful demon’s face as she decided on her revenge. He may be stronger than me…but I know just how to break him. “You’re going to regret lying to me, Ichigo…that was the biggest mistake of your life,” She said to the night. An eerie calm settled over her as she made her way back to the party.

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By the time Ichigo returned to the ballroom, Yuzu and Karin had finished their dance and were sipping water, trying to catch their breath.

“Having fun, girls?” he asked with a smile.

“Hai!” The twins answered simultaneously. When they looked at each other and burst into giggles, Ichigo was reminded of when they were little girls being teased by their father and he smiled fondly at the memory.

“Whatcha smiling about, Ichigo?” Rukia asked cheerfully as she suddenly appeared beside him.

“Rukia,” he exclaimed happily, “Are you feeling better now?”

“Much better, thank you. So, are we going to talk to your sisters now?”

“No time like the present, I suppose,” he replied. “Girls, I need to talk to you for a few minutes and it’s kind of private so I think we should go talk in the salon.”

“Is something wrong?” Yuzu asked. “Is it Yoruichi-san?”

“No, nothing’s wrong and Yoruichi’s fine…she had to leave early and asked me to say her goodbyes and give you her love.” No one seemed to notice when Rukia’s eyes hardened at his use of the words ‘Yoruichi’ and ‘love’ in the same sentence.

The four of them went into the small room that adjoined the ballroom and closed the door behind them. “Yuzu, Karin,” Ichigo began, “I’m no longer working for Yoruichi-san.” Both girls gasped at his announcement.

“What happened, Ichi-nii?” they asked.

“Nothing happened; I just decided it was time to move on.” Ichigo ushered Rukia in front of him, “Meet my new employer!” He said with a mischievous grin. “The Kuchiki’s are a very wealthy noble family and as such, Rukia is constantly a target. We’re all going to be moving to Kyoto so that I can better protect her.” As the girls processed this information, Ichigo continued to explain their new situation. “I know you’ve built a life here, but Kyoto isn’t far from Karakura so you can still see any friends you have…and you’ll be closer to me.” He said with an adorable smile, “I’ll stay in the main house with Rukia and you two will share a very plush apartment nearby and if you need anything, you just have to ask.”

After a moment of silence, Yuzu spoke up, “Well, I think it sounds like a grand adventure! Just think of it, Karin…we’ll have a new place to live and meet new people…new boys,” she said with a wiggle of her eyebrows. Karin laughed at her sister and smiled at Ichigo, “I guess it will be alright-especially since you’ll be nearby.”

Ichigo looked back at Rukia with his eyes shining, “Then it’s settled…tomorrow, we’ll come here and gather up all your things and take you back to Kyoto with us!”

“Excuse me, I’d like to say something,” Rukia said smiling. Everyone stopped talking and looked toward the small woman in expectation. “Now that we’ve dispensed with the wonderful little stories, would either of you girls care to know the truth of your situation?” As the girls gazed on in confusion, Ichigo looked strangely at Rukia, his smile faltering.

“What are you talking about, Rukia-san,” Karin asked suspiciously.

“Well, Karin, I think you two are old enough to know the truth…don’t you, Ichigo?” She turned inquisitively toward her lover and watched as confusion spread across his face.

“Uhhh…what truth?” He asked carefully.

Rukia just laughed in response and turned once more to the twins. “Have you two ever wondered why Shihoin Yoruichi-a grown woman with limitless financial resources-would choose a 14 year old boy to be her personal bodyguard? Or why she would keep his sisters in the lap of luxury? Surely at 14, Ichigo wasn’t a professional protector, was he?” The girls looked at each other uneasily and shook their heads that he wasn’t. “Then why would she do that? Any ideas?”

Ichigo nearly choked on the fear that sprung inside him, “R-rukia, what are you doing?”

“Let me ask you girls a different question…do you have any idea what your brother has done to keep you in such a lavish lifestyle? Any idea at all?”

Karin spoke up, “Ichi-nii has taken very good care of Yoruichi-san…and she rewarded him by taking care of us!”

Ichigo closed his eyes against Rukia’s delighted smile, Why is she doing this?. “Very good, Karin! You got it right! Ichigo has taken very good care of Yoruichi-san.”

When Ichigo looked at Rukia, she saw pain and confusion in his eyes. Good, she thought, let him feel the pain of betrayal! “I bet Ichi-nii never told you exactly how he takes such good care of your benefactor, has he?” The twins simply looked at each other in question. “Well, let me let you both in on a little secret…he wasn’t her bodyguard.” She whispered conspiratorially.

“What do you mean, Rukia-san? If he wasn’t her bodyguard, then what was he?” Yuzu asked innocently.

“I’m glad you asked! You see…”

“That’s enough, Rukia…,” He turned pleading eyes toward his lover and poured every bit of emotion he had into them. “I’m begging you not to do this.”

“Well, isn’t that just precious…you’re begging me? Maybe I’ll consider stopping if you get on your knees to beg me,” She snapped.

Ichigo couldn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth. He simply couldn’t believe that the woman he gave his heart to would do this to him. “Rukia…please stop this. I don’t know what’s wrong but…”

Rukia’s gaze turned vicious in a second, “Of course you don’t know what’s wrong, Ichigo…after all, you thought that your little hallway was secluded and away from prying eyes.” Rukia saw comprehension dawning on his face and pressed on, “Unfortunately for you, I have excellent vision and saw every single thing you did…and I warned you about my punishments. I told you I can be quite cruel. Well here I am, at my cruelest!” She said with grim determination.

Inside, Ichigo was panicking. He had to do something to make this right…to make her understand before she did the unthinkable. “Rukia…you don’t understand. I know it looked bad but it isn’t what you think, please just listen to…” Rukia silenced his lies with her claws across his cheeks. Karin and Yuzu gasped as they saw blood begin to drip from their brother’s face.

“Do you know what a whore is?” Two sets of eyes went wide and both girls blushed furiously, “I’ll take that as a yes.” Rukia said with a humorless laugh.

“Don’t…please,” Ichigo pleaded.

As she saw the light drain from his beautiful face, Rukia nearly stopped. That same part of her that didn’t want to cause him pain was still there, but it was silenced by the memory of seeing him with Yoruichi. Her rage won out and Rukia continued, “Well, dear ones, your precious Yoruichi-san took your brother from you to be her personal fuck toy. Do you know what that is?” She said as if asking them to answer a math question. Ichigo sucked in a breath and flinched as if she’d punched him in the face. “She used him over and over like a bitch in heat until her husband forced her to stop and do you know what she did after that?” Rukia turned back toward the horrified twins with a serene expression, “She sold him to whoever had enough money to afford him. So you see…you’re brother is a prostitute and now, he belongs to me. When I purchased him from your dear Yoruichi, you two were part of the package.” She grinned down at the twins who seemed frozen in time, “There now, isn’t the truth liberating?”

When Rukia looked at Ichigo to gauge his reaction, she had to look away from the pain on his face. Ichigo slowly lowered his gaze to the ground as Karin gathered up the courage to speak. “Is it true, Ichi-nii?” she swallowed hard, “Have you…sold yourself?”

Ichigo said nothing to Karin and continued to stare at the floor. Yuzu tried to find out the same thing and received the same response. Ichigo was in a state of shock as his mind tried to process what had just happened. They know. My baby sisters know what I am-I’m a disgusting, worthless, piece of trash who shouldn’t be anywhere near them. They know… His despair was so intense that he never heard his sisters speaking to him.

Rukia gripped his chin, digging her thumb into her claw marks, “Ichigo, I think it’s time you went home, don’t you?” When Ichigo’s vacant eyes rose to meet hers, he swallowed once before answering, “Hai, Rukia-sama, I’ll leave right away.”

“You do that…take the carriage,” Rukia smirked, “I’ll be home later and you can show me once more why I paid so fucking much to have you.” Ichigo nodded and turned to leave without acknowledging his sisters or what had just happened.

“Ichigo, wait…please don’t go,” Yuzu begged.

Ichigo finally looked at his sisters with a small smile that didn’t reach his eyes, “I’m sorry girls but I’ve got to go. I love you both…and you looked so beautiful tonight.” Ichigo turned around without another word and made his way outside to the carriage.

The twins had tears running down their faces and Karin turned to Rukia, “Why? Why would you do that to him? We don’t care what he’s done…do you hear me?” She screamed, “We don’t care! He’s our brother and we love him and no matter what you say, he’s a good person! You’re the disgusting one…you are a sick pervert who actually paid for another human being. I hope you die and rot in hell you sick bitch!” Karin punctuated her tirade with a stinging slap that Rukia didn’t bother to stop.

Rukia smiled at this weak child’s defense of her brother, “It doesn’t matter what you say or do, children, your brother legally belongs to me now and until you’re married, you’ll be under my protection. There is nothing you can do to stop me from hurting him and if you get in my way, I’ll hurt you to punish him. Can you just imagine what that would do to your loving brother?” Yuzu raised tear-filled eyes to her tormenter, “You really are a monster, aren’t you.”

“You have no idea…” Rukia threw over her shoulder as she walked out of the door.

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They know. They know. They know… The litany kept repeating itself in his mind over and over. Why did he think anything would be different because he belonged to Rukia? He was still a slave…still fucking for money-even if it was for his family. Nothing had changed, except…now he didn’t have a heart. Ichigo tried to get his brain to function correctly but the pain in it overrode his efforts. He wanted nothing more than to forget tonight…he wanted to forget the pain, so he had the driver bring him to a part of Karakura he thought he’d never see again.

From his days as an orphan living on these streets, Ichigo knew exactly where to go to get what he needed. When he arrived at the nondescript, white house, he knocked and stepped inside when bade to do so. “What can I do for such a beautiful creature?” A young, effeminate man with feathers on his face asked.

“I need some Eros-already ground-and lots of it.” Ichigo said grimly.

“What a tragedy that beauty such as yours should be marred by…infirmity!” The young man bemoaned.

Ichigo gave a mirthless smirk, “Not that kind of trouble…I need it for the other stuff it does. I need to forget for a while and I’ve got a lot to forget so if you don’t mind, just give me the drugs.”

“You do realize that Eros root is quite potent when ground and could have some…interesting…effects on you, ne?”

Ichigo was in no mood for this idiot and snapped his reply, “I know exactly what it can do and I know you could care less…so cut the concerned shit and just give me what I fucking came for.”

About fifteen minutes later, Ichigo had what he needed and climbed back into his ride. When another carriage rolled past him and came to another grinding halt, the passenger door opened to reveal Matsumoto Rangiku in all her glory. She opened the door and Ichigo stepped down, “Ichigo! I saw the Kuchiki crest on the door and I was wondering what the hell Rukia was doing here.” When a quick sweep of the vehicle revealed no other occupants, Rangiku asked, “Where’s Rukia?” She saw the quick flash of pain in his eyes that he tried hard to cover and wondered what the hell her hot-headed friend had done this time. “Are you headed back to Kyoto?”

A reckless and self-destructive thought came to him as Ichigo looked into the beautiful woman’s eyes. He gave her a lopsided grin and asked in a voice dripping with sex, “Do you want to take me there, Ran?”

Rangiku was taken aback by the blatant sensuality he had just turned on her, “Uhh…I…uhh…” she stuttered. Ichigo cocked his head as he moved to stand directly in front of her. He reached up to brush an errant strand of blonde hair and cupped her face in his hand. “Don’t tell me you don’t want to…I know you do. I can feel it…” He said as he brought his face next to hers. He turned to her neck and inhaled deeply while grazing her neck with his lips, “Hell, Ran, I can smell how much you want me.”

Ran’s eyes closed as sensation coursed through her body. When she heard a passer-by say, ‘Lucky bitch,’ reality snapped Ran out of her desire-laden state. We’re in the middle of a busy street for heaven’s sake…and this is ICHIGO…Rukia’s Ichigo! Rangiku backed unsteadily away from the tempting male, “Ichigo, get in the carriage and I’ll take you home, ne?”

Ichigo lazily looked her up and down, “I’d say that’s the best fuckin idea I’ve heard all day.”

Rangiku didn’t know what the hell happened to him, but she swore to herself that she wouldn’t touch him…no matter what he tried to do. It was obvious that this young man was in a great deal of pain and she certainly didn’t want to make it worse by being found in a compromising position with him…well, actually she did but that was beside the point! When Ichigo sprawled lazily on the cushions across from her, and stared at her with those molten amber eyes, she knew this ride was going to be the longest half hour of her life.

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Rukia decided to go to a sake bar that she and Ran frequented while in this town. She figured that it would be best for her to calm down before confronting Ichigo again. Now that the demon was calm and contained-after several cups of sake-rational thought returned and Rukia was truly horrified by her actions. Once again, she let her emotions override her brain and now she had caused Ichigo irrevocable damage. Thinking about the look on his face as she betrayed his trust made her cringe. She had never seen him so…lifeless…and she did that to him.

Rukia was still hurt by his actions, but thinking back on it, she should have let him explain. The way he treated Yoruichi wasn’t lovingly but angry which means that she probably forced him to kiss her. Even if he did still have feelings for the bitch, that didn’t warrant the utter destruction of his trust and crushing of his heart that Rukia dealt him. He was so completely devastated and in such pain…again…because of me.

She knew that Ichigo was sincere when he confessed to her but she allowed her volatile emotions to run rampant. Some mate I am, she thought self-loathingly. Not only had she utterly crushed her lover’s heart, but she had devastated his innocent sisters. When she thought back on the things she said to them, her shame knew no bounds. How am I going to make this right…what could I EVER do to make this right? The only thing she could think to do was be honest with him…perhaps if he knew she was a demon with anger management issues…maybe he could find a way to forgive her. Che, not fucking likely dumbass. Rukia tended to agree with her brain’s sentiment but knew that she had to try. A couple of hours after she started drinking, Rukia made her way back to Kyoto.

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Rangiku was right about the ride home…it was hell. Having such a blazingly hot man right in front of her-obviously ripe for the fucking-and not being able to touch him was pure torture. When they finally arrived back at the villa, Ichigo asked her if there were any spare rooms he could use. She nodded at his odd request and showed him to one of the guest rooms. He saw how hard she was trying to keep away from him and even though he would love to hurt Rukia by banging her best friend, he didn’t want to hurt Ran, so he dropped the act and hung his head, “Thanks, Ran…sorry about before. I just thought…well, never mind. If you don’t want to lose your best friend, then I advise you to not come back here tonight…I won’t be myself.”

Ran nodded as the reason for his trip to the East End became glaringly obvious. “Just be careful, Ichi…and don’t worry, I’ll stay far away. Ichigo…do you mind if I asked what happened?”

“Not at all,” he shrugged, “My baby sisters know their brother’s a fuck toy-as Rukia so eloquently stated,” he said simply.

Ran’s eyes widened, “She didn’t…she wouldn’t do that to you!”

A humorless smile was his only response, “Night Ran…sleep well. If you change your mind tonight…you know where I’ll be.” Ichigo went inside and closed the door behind him.

“Damn you, Rukia,” she said under her breath, “You just ruined a great thing.”

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Ichigo to the Eros that Yoruichi had sent with him as well as what was purchased tonight and put it all into a small pot of sake. When Ichigo used this at Seireitei, he only used about a fourth of the amount he had tonight. He smirked as he thought about it, maybe I’ll forget four times as fast. As he began slowly sipping the potent liquid, he could feel the tension in his shoulders start to melt away. He felt his cock hardening as the effect that the drug was most known for began working on him. He heard a knock at the door and thought that maybe Rangiku had changed her mind. “Come in,” he drawled lazily.

He was a bit disappointed to find that it was only Momo. “What can I do for you, Momo?”

As she tried to find the words to reply with, Ichigo began to slowly unbutton his shirt. When he was finished, he sprawled gracefully across the chaise lounge. He went back to his drink and raised an eyebrow at her lack of response.

Momo sucked in her breath at the picture her young master presented. His shirt was completely unbuttoned and as her eyes traveled over every bit of his exposed skin, she saw his erection straining against his pants. When he noticed her slowly devouring him with her eyes, Ichigo grinned sexily. “Like whatcha see, lil’ Momo?” he said as he set his drink aside and unbuttoned his pants.

Momo gulped and shook her head in denial, Look away, idiot! She screamed at herself, but she couldn’t make her eyes comply. “Ichi-Ichigo-sama, please forgive my intrusion,” she said while blushing furiously.

“I’m glad you came,” he said with a smirk, “I need someone to take care of this for me,” He said while gesturing to his groin.

Momo’s mouth went dry as need shot through her body, “What about Rukia-sama?” she choked out.

His eyes hardened for a moment at the mention of that deceitful bitch, “Don’t worry about her…she’s going to be gone for a while.” Ichigo took a long drink of his Eros-laced sake and walked towards the stunned girl. “Ichigo-sama,” she breathed as he stood directly in front of her.

“Do you want to touch me, little one?” He asked as he held his shirt aside. Momo didn’t know a woman alive that could refuse such a request and closed her eyes as she touched his hard chest. She quickly pushed the shirt from his body and dipped down to swirl her tongue around his nipples.

As Momo went to work on his upper body, Ichigo took another long drink and felt the drugs coursing through his body. His head fell back as his control was slipping further and further away. When he looked back down, it was with black and yellow eyes. He grinned like the degenerate he was and shoved the woman down on her knees. Momo looked up in surprise at his rough treatment and saw what had to be demon’s eyes looking down at her. “I know you want to suck it…don’t you, you little slut?”

Momo felt her demon rising and her eyes darkened in response to his words. She swallowed and nodded affirmatively. “I-I do…”

“Then what are you waiting for…do it, bitch.” Momo’s felt her body’s immediate response to him and peeled his breeches down enough to free him. “Oh…my,” she breathed as she took his impressive member into her hands, “Ichigo-sama, it’s so…”

“Mmmmm…” she hummed as her mouth closed over the head of it. Ichigo gritted his teeth against the pleasure she was giving him. Eros had always made him hypersensitive to pleasure but taking so much of it was sending his mind into overdrive. When he’d had enough of her timid sucking, he gripped the back of her head and forced his way further into her wet mouth. Momo tried to back away from him but he wouldn’t allow it and continued forcing her head up and down his shaft. He pulled out suddenly and yanked her up by the arms to give her a punishing kiss. “Ichigo-sama,” she said huskily, “You’re scaring me…” Ichigo just laughed as he tasted her blood on his tongue.

In spite of her trepidation, Momo was hotter than she’d ever been. In her previous life, before Rukia saved her, Momo was a homeless teenager who had somehow managed to remain a virgin. After she became a demon and was introduced to carnality, she found that she really enjoyed sex. But never, in the past 200 years, had she ever been more turned on than she was right now.

Ichigo let go suddenly and jumped on the bed like a playful child as he shot her a cocky grin. “Well, are ya just gonna stand there or are ya gonna fuck me?”

Momo wasted no time climbing on top of the sexy male and inching her way down his shaft. Ichigo laughed, “I don’t think so…” he said as he forced her down, hard. Momo screamed at the pleasure/pain and began riding him like the demon she was.

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The whole way home, Rukia kept rehearsing how she would reveal her status as a demon to Ichigo. She didn’t think that tonight was a good night to let him know that he was one too. When she finally arrived, Rukia took a deep breath and made her way into the villa. As she entered the foyer of her home, her excellent hearing picked up the guttural sounds of sex and her heart dropped straight to the floor. Nooooo! Her mind screamed as she ran up the stairs and into the bedroom from which the sounds were coming. She threw open the door and the scene that greeted her brought her killed every shred of hope she had that it wasn’t Ichigo.

Momo, the deceitful little whore, was completely nude and bobbing up and down on Ichigo. For a moment, Rukia was frozen in place as Ichigo’s eerie eyes met hers. He was propped against the headboard with a cup in his hand and he raised it in mock salute to Rukia before draining it. He threw it aside and grinned at her, “Rukia,” he said in greeting, “So nice of you to join us.” Momo stopped her movements and slowly turned her horrified gaze to Rukia, “Rukia-sama…” she gasped.

Momo’s fearful words served to snap Rukia out of her daze. Her eyes went black and she allowed her claws and teeth to fully extend. “You slut! I take you in off the streets and this is how you repay me?”

“Rukia,” Ichigo chided, “Don’t worry…when I’m on Eros, my cock stays rock hard all night and there’s plenty of me to go around,” he said cheerfully.

Rukia let out an inhuman growl and flew at Momo. She tried to protect herself, but the younger demon was no match for her enraged master. Rukia sliced open the other woman’s throat and Ichigo looked on in amusement as her blood coated the ground and the light bled from her eyes.

When Momo fell to the ground in a lifeless heap, Ichigo began to clap, “Nicely done…it looks like I’m not the only one who’s a monster.” He frowned, “We do have a slight problem though. Now that she’s dead, that leaves me with no one to fuck.” He tapped his chin as if pondering a weighty issue. “Oh wait…there’s you,” he said darkly as he rose from the bed.

Rukia couldn’t believe how calm he was as she murdered his newly acquired ‘lover’. The Ichigo she had come to know would have been horrified by what she’d just done. This Ichigo actually applauded her. She watched his beautiful, nude body as he slowly made his way across the room. “You did a bad thing tonight, Rukia. I don’t believe anyone has ever betrayed me quite so completely before…and now it’s time to pay for it.”

“Do you honestly think I want that slut’s sloppy seconds?” Rukia asked snidely. “Thanks for the offer, Ichigo…but I’ll pass.” She turned away from his temptation only to be stopped by an iron grip on her arm.

“Do you honestly think I care?” He whispered menacingly.

Rukia laughed into his face, “You saw what I did just now and you have the temerity to threaten me? Don’t make me laugh.”

A maniacal grin stretched wide across Ichigo’s face and Rukia felt a bone deep fear begin to spread inside her. “Does that mean you’re gonna fight me?” he asked gleefully.

When Rukia attempted to shove him away from her, her eyes widened because she couldn’t even budge him. Ichigo began laughing as his grip on her tightened painfully. He drug her unwilling body to the bed and threw her face down. When she attempted to rise, he shoved her back down and muttered “Stay,” as though speaking to a dog.

“What’s wrong, Ruki-chan? I thought you liked it when I get rough?” Rukia struggled to get away from her obviously demented lover but he wouldn’t allow it. He managed to hold her down while using his claws to rip the clothes from her body-scratching her skin in the process. “You smell good enough to eat,” he said amicably. Rukia renewed her struggled against the insanely strong male until she felt his tongue on her lacerated skin. “Mmmm…you taste like heaven.”

Rukia was cursing her demon blood as she felt her body respond to his touch. He could smell her desire and it fueled his to even greater heights. “You’re a dirty little bitch, aren’t you?” he murmured as he ran his tongue across a particularly deep gash on her hip. All Rukia could do was pant in response. “Don’t worry…I’m going to give you everything you deserve,” he whispered as he reached between her legs and ran his fingers back and forth across her most sensitive place.

When she felt his hand slide over her clitoris, she moaned like a whore and shoved her ass against his crotch, “Ohh…mmmmm…Ichigo.” He smiled at the sounds she was making and poised his cock at her entrance. He plunged inside her to the hilt and moaned as she clamped around him. He set a brutal rhythm that would have made her bleed had she not been screwing his brains out every day and ten times on Sunday. Ichigo bit his lip and looked down at the woman he professed his love to-the woman who killed that love and shoved the broken pieces back in his face-and dark rage began simmering in his belly. He didn’t want to give her any more pleasure…he wanted her to bleed.

Ichigo pulled completely out of Rukia and smirked at her whimper of protest. “Don’t worry, bitch, you’ll get it back.” Ichigo smiled as he plunged his cock into her tight ass. Brutal pain assailed Rukia and she screamed from its onslaught. “Ichigo…no, please,” she panted, “Please stop…” she begged uncharacteristically. Since that night she was raped so many years ago, this was the one thing she would never allow a man to do to her…and now Ichigo was doing it.

“Well, isn’t that just precious…you’re begging me?” He threw the words she said to him in front of his sisters back in her face, “Maybe I’ll consider stopping if you get on your knees and beg me. Oh…you’re already on your knees,” he laughed cruelly at her pain.

“Ichigo, please…I’m so sorry for what I did…I’m sorry!” She screamed as the pain became too much for her to bear. “Sorry isn’t good enough, you treacherous bitch!”

“Ichigo!” Rangiku screamed from the now open door, “Stop it!”

“You can have a turn later, Ran-chan…right now I’m busy.” Ran saw the terror and pleading in her best friend’s eyes and did the only thing she could think of. She picked up the heaviest thing she saw and bashed it across the back of Ichigo’s skull. He collapsed on top of Rukia and Ran immediately pushed him off of her.

Rukia immediately curled up into a ball and all the tears she never cried began pouring down her face. “My fault…it’s all my fault, Ran.” Rukia looked at Ichigo’s unconscious form and cried even harder. “I did this to him…”

Rangiku threw a blanket of Rukia’s shivering form, “Rukia, I know you’re hurt and upset, but I need to know where you keep your chains. The ones that are fortified against demons…” Rukia looked up in confusion and Ran continued, “If he’s free when he wakes up, he might try to hurt you again and I don’t think I’ll be able to stop him. We need to chain him up until these drugs wear off and he’s back to normal. Now where are the chains?” Rukia pointed to a chest in the corner, “In there.”

When Ran had Ichigo securely bound, she picked up her small friend and carried her to her bedroom. “I’m sending a messenger for Retsu and I’m not going to leave your side so you can just relax, okay Ruki-chan.” Rukia absently muttered her thanks as she stared at the wall behind her best friend.