Bleach Dirty Porno Story: Mine

Chapter 18

A stray beam of morning light made its way through the blood red curtains and straight onto the sleeping face of Kurosaki Ichigo. Ichigo moved restlessly to turn his head away from the offensive ray and when he tried to put his forearm over his eyes, he realized he couldn’t move his arms or legs. Ichigo cracked his eyes open and looked up to see what was holding him and that simple movement sent pain shooting through his head. Ichigo shut his eyes tight against the stabbing pain and groaned aloud.

“Ichigo?” Retsu said carefully. Ichigo hesitantly opened his eyes and Retsu gave a sigh of relief to see those beautiful amber irises, “Unohana-san,” he inquired softly, “Why am I chained up?”

“I’ll tell you about that in a few minutes. Right now, I just want to get these chains off of you and give you a drought I prepared for your pain.” Ichigo closed his eyes again as Retsu carefully removed the manacles from his raw flesh. After he was freed, Ichigo managed to push himself up against the headboard without tearing up-which he considered a major coup-and drank the potion Retsu had prepared for him. As he rested, Retsu applied a healing salve to his wrists and ankles to help them heal and take away any pain they might cause him.

When the worst of his pain eased up, Ichigo felt well enough to open his eyes. “So, Unohana-san, can you tell me what the hell happened last night?”

“What is the last thing you remember?” Retsu asked.

Ichigo’s eyes hardened as some of the terrible events of last night came rushing back to him. “I remember Rukia betraying me and,” Ichigo blushed cutely, “I think I may have propositioned Rangiku-san, but other than that…I don’t remember anything.”

“Well, to sum it up…you were very upset and you acquired a great deal of Eros to help you deal with it all,” she said simply.

Ichigo wrapped his arms around his legs and rested his chin against his knee, “So, I pumped myself full of Eros and then what? Was I chained up because somebody wanted a kinky sex game?”

Retsu did not want to be the one to cause this child more pain but she felt he should know all that had happened. “No, Ichigo…you were chained up because some very bad things happened last night and we were afraid to let you free while you were under the influence of the drugs.”

Ichigo paled at her words and leaned against the headboard once more, “Just tell me what happened, please?”

Retsu nodded and reluctantly began a recounting of last night’s events. She started with what happened to Momo up to Ran bashing his skull and chaining him up. She left nothing out and didn’t pull any punches while recounting the horrible details. Ichigo sat motionless throughout the retelling but his eyes were wide with horror by the time she finished. “I-I raped…,” he whispered before swallowing hard, “I actually hurt her like that?” Retsu nodded sadly. Ichigo fisted his hands in his hair and looked away from the older woman, “Is she…alright?” he asked brokenly.

“She’s fine, now…but she’s very worried about you.” Ichigo looked up in confusion. “She wants to talk to you but I told her you would probably need more time to process everything.”

“I just…Look, tell her that I’m very sorry for…hurting her but,” Ichigo shook his head slowly, “I just can’t see her right now, okay? I need to get out of here for a little while and wrap my head around all of this. Can you tell her that for me?”

“Of course I can…but you do need to talk to her soon. She has some very important things to tell you and I think that knowledge will help you make sense of it all.” Retsu smiled at the conflicted young man and turned to leave the room. After she left, Ichigo quickly threw on some clothes and rushed out of the villa.

He headed straight for the stables, bridled Diablo, and rode out bareback at a dead run. The pair ended their mad dash in a little meadow Ichigo found on one of his earlier rides. He removed Diablo’s bridle and let the massive beast meander freely about while he collapsed on top of the cool, spring grass. Ichigo closed his eyes in an attempt to allow his fevered mind a bit of rest but it was not to be…

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“What do you mean, he’s gone?” Rukia asked disbelievingly.

“It’s not like he left hours ago, Rukia; he just left and I believe he headed toward the stables. I told you the boy needed some time to himself to process things,” Retsu tried to reason.

“But Retsu, he can’t process things if he doesn’t know the truth! I know how Ichigo thinks and right now he’s probably raking himself over the coals for what he did to me. He thinks he’s this horrible, out of control monster and I need to make him understand that he’s not crazy and he’s not alone. I can help him, Retsu. I need to help him…to atone in some small way for what I’ve done to him.”

Every time Rukia spoke about Ichigo, Retsu was shocked anew at the depth of the girl’s feelings. She may not want to admit it, but Rukia was in love with him. “Rukia, if you need to speak to him, just go out and track him. Did you forget that you’re a demon? I’m sure that beast he rides isn’t going to be covering its tracks well enough to fool you, m’dear,” Retsu smiled at her young protégé.

“Of course you’re right, Retsu…I need to face him and make things right. He needs to know everything and I’m not wasting another opportunity.” Retsu watched Rukia sonido from the room and sighed to herself, “Young love,” she whispered with a half smile, “Good luck, Rukia.”

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Ichigo knew the moment she arrived. Her scent pervaded his senses like the wildest summer rose. The tired young man got to his feet and turned slowly toward the woman still concealed by the shadows of the forest. When she walked out of the trees, Ichigo’s heart skipped a beat. He wanted to hate her so badly for her betrayal but the only thing he could think about was how he must have hurt her. He couldn’t remember the things that happened after he took the drugs, but he could certainly imagine the type of damage he inflicted on her and it made him sick. She didn’t look any worse for wear-she actually looked so damn beautiful it hurt-but Ichigo knew that mental scars lasted much longer than the physical ones. “Rukia,” he said softly, “What are you doing here?”

When Rukia was only a few feet away, she looked up at him with those soulful sapphire eyes and Ichigo knew that nothing she could do would ever make him hate her. “I need to talk to you Ichigo,” she said seriously, “There are many things you need to know but first…” Rukia looked at the ground and fidgeted a bit before returning her steady gaze to his, “I need you to know that I…I was so wrong last night and I’m so very sorry for the pain I caused you.”

Ichigo looked away from her earnest face before speaking, “Rukia, before you say anything else, I need to tell you a few things without you interrupting, please.” Rukia nodded warily. “First of all, I need to tell you why I kissed Yoruichi.” When Rukia looked as though she was going to interrupt, Ichigo held up a hand to stop her, “Please, let me speak, okay?” Ichigo took a deep breath before continuing, “Yoruichi told me that she needed to talk to me in private so that my sisters wouldn’t overhear us. I assumed it was about their new living arrangements but when we reached the alcove, I found out Yoruichi had other plans. She wanted me to give her one last kiss and it had to be very passionate and convincing. I had no desire to touch that woman and I certainly didn’t want to betray you, so I refused. She used the last bit of leverage she had to force me to comply-She told me that if I didn’t do as she asked, she would tell my sisters all about my life,” A humorless smile ghosted across the young man’s face, “Kind of ironic, wouldn’t you say? Anyhow, I wanted to avoid that at all costs, so I decided to give her what she wanted. I had spent the past five years perfecting fake passion, so it was pretty easy for me to convince her that I felt it too.” He looked up and Rukia saw nothing but honesty in his eyes, “But I didn’t feel anything, Rukia…nothing but anger at being forced, yet again, to submit to that woman’s demands. I wanted nothing more than to be free of her…I swear.”

“I believe you, Ichigo,” Rukia said softly, her eyes full of shame. “That makes what I did even worse…”

“Rukia, what you did last night was devastating, but that was no excuse for what I…for what I did to you.” He took another steadying breath, “I have always despised men who force themselves on others…I’ve always considered them the worst sort of monsters and now-now I am one of them.”

“Ichigo,” Rukia tried to speak but Ichigo silenced her again and continued speaking, “I have been ashamed for most of my life but I’ve never been more disgusted with myself than I am right now. I never thought that I could do something like that to anyone,” Emotion choked him for a moment, “But especially not to you, Rukia. I never thought I would be capable of hurting you. To know that I committed one of the worst atrocities a man could possibly perpetrate on a woman, sickens me…” When Ichigo looked into Rukia’s eyes, she saw tears glistening in his, “I am so damned sorry, Rukia.”

She walked toward him and tried to touch his face but he jerked quickly away, “Please,” he said brokenly, “Don’t touch me. I don’t trust myself anymore.”

Her face showed her determination as she spoke to Ichigo, “What happened last night was not your fault, Ichigo. I saw the light drain out of your eyes as I betrayed you and I knew exactly what I was doing. I pushed you too far and you dealt with it the only way you knew how…you took drugs-lots and lots of drugs. I don’t blame you for what happened last night…I blame myself.”

Ichigo looked at her incredulously, “You SHOULD blame me,” he shouted. “How could you not, Rukia? I chose to take the drugs knowing that I would lose control-it’s true, I didn’t know that I would lose it that badly but don’t you understand that I didn’t care? I-I fucking raped you and you don’t blame me?” His tortured eyes never wavered from hers as she processed his words.

Rukia flinched but never looked away from him, “Ichigo, I’m so sorry I did this to you.”

“Quit fuckin’ apologizing to me!” He said as he ran his frustrated hands through his hair, “When you told the girls what I was…yeah, I was…broken…but, now that I’m thinking more clearly…I can see that it’s a good thing.” Ichigo began pacing as he talked, “I’m actually glad that they know because now I don’t have to make up excuses for not seeing them. You really did me a favor by telling them…I mean, it was kind of a harsh way to find out but at least now they’ll stay away from me. Now that I know what I’m capable of, I don’t want those girls anywhere near me…I don’t ever want them to see me as the evil thing I truly am.”

“Ichigo,” Rukia said softly but he continued as if she’d never spoken, “Thanks to you, they’ll know why I can’t see them and then, when they’re old enough, they’ll marry and stay far away from their fucked up brother.”

“Ichigo,” Rukia said more forcefully, “Stop this! There was nothing good about what I did and you are not evil!”

“If I’m not a monster then I don’t know what I am,” Ichigo rubbed his eyes tiredly.

Rukia’s eyes became determined as she focused on the exhausted young man, “I know exactly what you are, Ichigo…because I am the same thing.”

Ichigo’s looked sharply at Rukia and scoffed at her admission, “You are nothing like me, Rukia…how could you even say that?”

“That’s where you’re wrong, Ichigo. Have you not noticed some odd things about me-The fact that my eyes turn black when I am in the throes of passion?”

“Your eyes are dark blue; I’ve been with many women whose eyes darken whe-…sorry.”

“No, don’t apologize,” Rukia said stoically, “I’ve got to start controlling myself where you’re concerned. My lack of self-control is what caused this mess to begin with-which brings up my second point: Haven’t you noticed my violent nature?”

Ichigo cocked his head and waited for her to continue, “Have you ever seen any other woman who acts the way I do?”

“Well, no…not really. I mean, Yoruichi’s pretty violent but other than her…?” Rukia closed her eyes at the mention of that slut’s name. She mentally shook away her dark thoughts and forged on, “Ichigo, did Retsu tell you about Momo?”

Ichigo nodded shamefully. “Then, you know that I ripped her throat out with my bare hands?” At those words, Ichigo’s eyes widened. “No, I didn’t know that…h-how?”

Rukia gave a small grin at his question, “Because I’m like you, Ichigo…I’m a demon.”

“Wha-…?” Ichigo gaped.

“A blood demon, to be exact,” Rukia explained calmly. “At first I wasn’t sure because your eyes are different from any demon’s I’ve ever seen, but almost everything else about you fits with our race: Your eyes changing when your demonic side takes over, your incredible strength and speed, the way you enjoy carnage…all of those are facts of life for demon-kind.”

“No,” Ichigo said firmly.

“Uhhh…what do you mean, ‘no’?” Rukia asked with a furrowed brow.

“I don’t believe any of this…either you’re delusional or I am-but one of us is definitely fucking NUTS! There are no demons and you certainly wouldn’t be one if they did exist. Seriously, am I still high?” He wondered aloud.

Rukia placed her hands on her hips and cocked her head to the side in aggravation, “Ichigo! Of course you’re not still high and everything I’ve told you is the truth!” He just snorted derisively. “This is the reason why you lose control…it’s actually hard for me to believe that you’re a demon but it’s true. You are such a good person that if I hadn’t seen it…for myself,” she looked quickly away, “I wouldn’t have believed it. There is no mistaking what you are and I assure you…we are the same! Every time I’ve hurt you it’s because I let my dark side run rampant…it’s the same for you except you’re only eighteen years old…I’ve had about 300 years to get control of myself and I still lose it-mainly just around you, though. I’ve found that you have a very…odd…effect on my inner demon.”

Ichigo cleared his throat, “I’m nineteen, now,” he corrected softly. “Yesterday was my birthday.”

Rukia just shut her eyes as even more guilt slammed into her, “Ichigo…I’m so sorry…I didn’t know.”

Ichigo just shook his head and turn away from Rukia, “Like I said, don’t be sorry. Besides, if neither of us is crazy and I’m not high…then you’re probably lying-I just don’t know why.”

Rukia groaned in frustration, “I’m not lying! I’ll prove it to you…” As Ichigo watched in awe, Rukia began using sonido to move around the meadow before coming to a stop in front of him, “Do you need to see more? Fine,” She muttered at his mute expression, “When you’re not in your demon form, I’m able to overpower you.” Ichigo snorted derisively, “Yeah, right Ru-…gaaah!” Before he could finish his sentence, the small demon had his arms twisted painfully behind his back and his face pressing into the ground, “What the hell, Rukia?”

Said demon grinned with self satisfaction as she released her hold on him, “Do you believe me now?”

“I guess I have no choice,” he grumbled while rubbing his sore arm.

“Excellent!” Rukia said while clapping her hands together.

“B-but…how? How could I have become a demon and not known about it?” He asked dejectedly.

“There are two ways to become a demon…humans can be turned using an ancient ritual called ‘blood rites’ or you can be born to demon parents. I started out human but I was turned. You, however…you are blood borne, Ichigo.”

“How do you know that? My parents weren’t demons! I would’ve seen it if they were anything like me…they were just regular people!” Ichigo was looking a bit panicked but was trying to stay calm in the face of Rukia’s explanations.

“Your mother was probably a human, but your father was most assuredly a blood demon.” Rukia tapped her fingernail on her chin and said more to herself than to him, “Which would really make sense once you think about it…you don’t seem to need blood to sustain you like the rest of us and your demonic side hasn’t completely overtaken you-even though you’ve had no one to guide you.” Rukia didn’t notice Ichigo’s increasing hysteria.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT! My father was not a fucking demon…he was a goofy old man who was never serious a day in his…wait a minute…you drink blood…to live?”

Rukia finally took note of Ichigo’s overwrought state and attempted to soothe him, “Not all the time-we can eat regular food-but a couple of times a month, I need to drink blood to continue functioning at optimum levels…and your father was DEFINITELY a demon. That’s how I knew for sure that you were at least part demon…because I recognized his name-Isshin-and I connected the dots.”

Ichigo was trying so hard to wrap his mind around all of the information she was throwing at him, but he seemed to be able to process only bits and pieces at a time. “How do you know my father’s name…did you know him or something?”

Rukia thought he was dealing with quite enough at the moment, so she decided not to mention all the particulars of his situation…including the fact that his father may still be alive. “No, no, I just…heard stories about him from my own father-demonic, adoptive father, that is-apparently he was an insanely strong demon who asked for his powers to be sealed so that he could live a normal, human life.”

Ichigo didn’t know what to say to that but another thought plagued him, “Does this mean that my sisters are demons, too?”

“Well, I have no way of knowing that…you’d have to ask them if they’ve ever had odd thoughts or feelings. I’ve never heard of half-breed demons before, so without any sort of precedent to go from…I guess it’s possible for the girls to be completely human…but that’s simply conjecture. We would have to speak to a demon much older than myself to know the answer.”

“Much older than you? What do you mean…just how old are you, anyway?” Ichigo asked with genuine interest.

Rukia actually blushed as she answered his query, “Well, uhhh…314,” she finally squeaked out.

His jaw dropped upon hearing that number, “Three HUNDRED and fourteen years old? You-You’re old enough to be my great grandmother’s great grandmother!”

The small demon was somewhat sensitive about her age and gave Ichigo a quick jab to the midsection. She smiled malevolently when she heard his, “Ooofff,” of expired air.

“Violent midget,” he muttered while rubbing his bruised midsection. “So, just how long can demons live?” Ichigo figured if he was going to be a demon, he should at least know some of the pertinent info about them.

“Well,” Rukia thought for a moment, “Ran is 586 and Retsu is over 800 and neither of them are considered very old, so…? I guess there’s really no limit as long as we’re not killed and before you even ask, we can die the same as anyone else.” She gave him a bright smile, “It just takes a lot more strength and speed to kill us! I mean that little slut, Hinamori, was no match for me! She died immediately after I divested her of her…uhhh…sorry.”

Ichigo had begun to look a little nauseous all of a sudden, “She was…they’re all demons?” He asked in a strangled voice.

Rukia decided that he’d had enough information for one day, “Ichigo, we can talk more about this later…right now, I think you need to go home and rest…”

“Rest? I can’t rest! I just found out that I’m a freaking mythical creature and you want me to rest?” Ichigo resumed his earlier pacing before he asked Rukia another question, “So…do you think I should try to drink blood?” Rukia’s eyes darkened as she pictured him taking her blood. If only she weren’t so depleted, she’d let him try right now!

“Ichigo, if you would like to try it, we’ll have to wait until I’ve fed. Right now I can’t afford to lose any.” She said, thoroughly disappointed.

“No, no,” he said quickly, “I wouldn’t take the chance of turning back into that…demon…with you nearby…I couldn’t stand it if I attacked you again.”

“Does this mean that you still have some feelings for me…even though I broke your heart?” Ichigo looked as though she just punched him in the gut again and she looked away dejectedly, fully expecting him to rescind his love.

His voice was so quiet, she wouldn’t have heard it if she wasn’t a demon, “Che, as if I could just stop loving you.” He turned to face her and she saw intense emotions play across his features, “That’s what hurts so fucking much, Rukia…I’ve never loved anyone before and the one time I do…” He shook his spiky head, “but I can’t just give up. Now that I know what we both are-at least to some extent-I can understand how easy it would be for you to lose control and hurt me like you did…after all, I lost complete control and did things I thought I never could…things I’ll regret for the rest of my life.” He closed his eyes and looked away, “I still can’t believe that I… I’ll never forgive myself for that.”

His tortured expression was too much for Rukia to bear as she quickly stood and took his face in her hands. He tried to pull away but she wouldn’t allow it, “Ichigo…I forgive you but you need to forgive yourself.

Ichigo’s heart beat rapidly against his chest as he took in the words she’d just spoken. “You can forgive me…after what I did to you?”

“I DO forgive you, Ichigo. What I did to you last night was much worse than any physical pain I felt and you still love me. I completely betrayed your trust and your love yet you think you can look past that. Of course, I forgive you for the pain you caused me. You are perfect for me and if you can forgive me for all I’ve done, then I think we can work the rest out together.”

Ichigo still looked very disbelieving, “Rukia, I raped you…how could you ever forgive me for that?” A single tear made its way down his sculpted cheek, “I watched my mother be raped by some disgusting pig and I couldn’t do anything to stop him…now, I’m the pig who attacked a woman-only I’m much worse. I did it to the only woman I’ve ever loved.”

Rukia knew of only one way she could prove herself to Ichigo and let him know the truth, “I’ve had several years to learn control of my demon form-my true demon form-and I am able to call it at will.” Ichigo looked up with a small frown as Rukia continued, “Only a few people have seen me like this because a demon’s true form is deeply personal. It is the ultimate expression of their power and showing it to another demon means one of two things: 1) You are both battling at your highest level of skill and power, or 2) You completely trust the other demon and want to share that part of yourself. I trust you, Ichigo and I forgive you for what happened last night. If I show you my true form…will you believe me?”

The skeptical look he shot her only made her more determined to prove her claim. “Just stand there and watch me,” she grumbled.

As he stood in silent shock, Rukia’s eyes darkened until no color was discernable in their depths. He saw her nails lengthen into something resembling large cat claws and then she opened her mouth. All of her teeth were razor sharp and she had a set of fangs-longer than the rest-where her normal canines would be. Her skin color changed from her normal, porcelain-white, to having a marbled appearance of shiny white infused with ice blue…and were those small horns protruding from her skull? All in all, Ichigo was completely freaked out but he didn’t move. This was Rukia and as different as she looked, she was still achingly beautiful…SCARY…but beautiful.

She walked toward him and Ichigo finally spoke, “So, you’re sure I’m not high and you’re not crazy?” He asked hopefully.

Rukia grinned in response but with two rows of razor-sharp teeth, her smile was far from comforting, “I’m sure.” Rukia, in all her blood demon glory, frowned and cocked her head like a curious bird of prey, “Are you afraid of me, Ichigo?”

He thought for moment before he answered, “No, for some weird reason, I’m not afraid of you.” Rukia smiled that same discomfiting smile, “Perhaps you should be…you see, it’s been a while since I last fed and you look…delicious. In this form, it’s very difficult to deny my nature and right now, all I want to do is sink my teeth into your flesh and drink my fill.” Her smile faltered and Rukia appeared to be struggling with herself. Right before his eyes, he saw her demonic form dissipate as Rukia went to her knees. He rushed over to catch her before she collapsed and he saw that her eyes were still black.

“I’m sorry, Ichigo…I shouldn’t have changed like that when I haven’t fed…I could have killed you,” She said with tears in her eyes. “You should go…before I hurt you again.”

“So, ummm…A couple of weeks ago when I thought I just fell asleep I remember you biting me…did you drink my blood then?”

Rukia gave a small nod. “You were just too tempting but it’s alright, I can go find some idiotic human to drink from. I won’t ask you to…”

“THE HELL YOU WILL!” The anger in Ichigo’s voice shocked Rukia into silence. The agitated male rubbed his temples as though his head was killing him, “Do you think I’d honestly let you put your mouth on any other man?” He asked in disbelief. Rukia’s dazed expression didn’t falter, “Well I won’t, you little idiot! You think you’re the only one who’s possessive…hell, Rukia, I love you and you think I’m going to stand by while suck on some other guy’s neck? Is that it, you wanna see me decapitate some poor sonuva bitch?” His amber eyes were blazing with his barely contained fury and Rukia’s heart swelled at the sight. As he spoke, Ichigo sank to his knees and pulled her flush against his hard body. “If you’ve gotta drink blood…then you’ll get it from me and only me.” Ichigo took her hand and used one of her still sharp nails to put deep scratch in the side of his neck. He grabbed the back of Rukia’s head and guided her to the blood that was quickly forming. She looked up at him in askance, “Ichigo…”

“Just do it, Rukia. You need me and I am more than willing to help you, so…go ahead.” Rukia needed no more encouragement as the scent of her gorgeous lover pervaded her senses. She closed her eyes in ecstasy as her tongue came in contact with the precious liquid and she gave the scratch a long lick. “Mmmmmm.” Rukia sank her fangs into his supple neck and groaned as his blood coursed into her.

Ichigo’s eyes drifted shut as sensation shot through his body. There was a tiny bit of pain when she pierced his skin, but after that, he felt nothing but intense pleasure. He could smell her arousal but he was doing everything in his power to keep her from noticing his growing need. He figured that her desire was simply a consequence of feeding and he refused to slake his unholy lust on the woman that he had brutally raped last night. Even though he couldn’t remember his actions, just the idea of it made his gut clench in self-hatred.

Rukia felt Ichigo stiffen and she forced herself to stop. When she saw his eyes squeezed shut and noticed his erratic breathing, Rukia became concerned. “Ichigo? Are you alright?”

His eyes opened slightly and he forced a small smile for her benefit, “I’m fine…have you had enough yet?” He asked hopefully.

“You’re lying!” She accused, “I hurt you didn’t I?” When Rukia moved, she brushed against Ichigo’s erection and he moved quickly away.

“Ichigo,” she said breathlessly, “I didn’t think you would want me like that after last night.”

He turned shame-filled eyes to hers, “I-I’m sorry Rukia…I didn’t want you to notice.”

“For what?” She turned her most seductive smile on him and watched as it had the intended effect. Ichigo was sitting flat on the ground and he looked as though he couldn’t breathe, “R-Rukia…I won’t touch you, I swear. You can drink more of my blood if you want and you don’t have to worry about me…”

Rukia effectively silenced his words by crawling on top of his lap, “Oh, I’m definitely going to drink more, Ichigo…” She reached between them and began stroking him through his pants, “Rukia, what are you…aahhhh,” While one of her hands was busy stroking the hard length of him, the other had worked its way inside his shirt to tease one nipple. Rukia smiled to herself as the sound of his pleasure serenaded her. She began licking at his neck once more, her own desire forcing her to get serious.

Ichigo stopped her before she could unbutton his pants, “Rukia, you can’t do this…It’s too soon for you after…”

Rukia just shook her head in frustration, “I told you Retsu is a demon and demon’s have magic. Retsu is excellent with kidou and she healed me completely. I’m fine, Ichigo…I swear it.” Rukia pushed his hands away and quickly released his throbbing cock. He hissed as Rukia ran her hands down the length of him and before he could protest, she moved her own clothing aside and sank onto him. The both moaned simultaneously as he slid into her tight, wet sheathe. Rukia immediately sank her teeth into his neck and drank deeply from him. After a bit more a bit more, Rukia released Ichigo and looked down into his eyes.

Ichigo saw his own blood dripping from her mouth as Rukia leaned toward him. He wrapped his arms around her and poured every ounce of love he had into what was the most sensual kiss of her life. As their tongues met more gently than they ever had before, Rukia began to move her body slowly in perfect synchronization with his. She steadied her shaking hands on his powerful shoulders and gasped and shivered as he began running his own hands soothingly up and down her spine. Rukia continued the agonizingly slow pace and Ichigo made no move to speed things up-He seemed as content as she was. She had never made love to anyone, but surely that’s what this was. Rukia smiled secretly at that thought. She was making love to Ichigo and she had never felt more alive. “I love you,” she whispered against his lips.

Ichigo stopped his movements and looked wonderingly into her eyes, “What did you just say?”

Rukia smiled as she searched his beautiful amber eyes and found his heart there, “I love you, Ichigo. I think I’ve loved you from the moment I first saw you sleeping at Seireitei. You are everything I’ve ever wanted and everything I never knew I needed.”

The angelic smile that lit his perfect features shot straight to her soul, “I love you too, Rukia…I swear that I will love you forever,” His words were spoken like a sacred vow and Rukia felt tears prick her eyes. Ichigo gently gripped her behind and climbed to his knees without breaking their connection. He kissed her sweetly on the lips and laid her softly down on the cool, green grass. He smoothed her silky hair away from her face and began slowly moving inside her.

Rukia tugged at his shirt, wanting to feel his incredible body, so Ichigo helped her remove it along with his pants. When he saw her hungry expression, Ichigo felt a corresponding need rise within him. He didn’t want to scare her, so he ignored the whispering in the back of his mind that told him to rip her clothes off. Instead, Ichigo gently removed her soft yukata and gazed appreciatively at her perfect body, “You are so damned beautiful,” He whispered reverently. Rukia thought she must have died and gone to heaven as the man she loved-who miraculously, still loved her in return-gave her blinding ecstasy over and over until he finally allowed his own release. After they caught their breath, Rukia curled up next to Ichigo like a contented kitten and laid her head on his shoulder. Ichigo smiled at her and covered them both with her previously discarded yukata. He pressed a kiss to the top of her lovely head and they lay together-completely sated-as sleep slowly claimed them.

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A beautiful female demon was walking through the woods when she heard the man ride up on his horse. She was immediately attracted to him and intended to have him and drink his blood, but the appearance of Kuchiki Rukia dampened her plans. She chose to stay back and just watch the pair…and now she was so glad she did. She had always loved voyeurism. “Ohhh,” She sighed as she watched the attractive couple in the meadow. She was too far away to hear their words but her sharp, demonic eyes saw every delectable movement the large male made. “Kuchiki-san is so lucky,” she giggled girlishly as she watched the gorgeous man giving the dark haired woman such pleasure. The demon’s expression turned gleeful as she watched them snuggle in the aftermath of their lovemaking, “I can’t wait to meet you, nushi,” she whispered with sadistic glee.