Bleach Porn Story: Mine

Chapter 9

Rukia set quietly in the chair as she waited for Byakuya to begin his tale.

“You would not know this, but Yamamoto-kinrisama had a son before I was even born. He was purported to be as strong, if not stronger than his father. He was being groomed to take over his father’s position, however he had no wish to ascend to power. As the story goes, the Yamamoto heir, Isshin, decided that he’d had enough of Electi politics and demon life in general-he much preferred the simple lives that humans enjoyed rather than his own chaotic and privileged existence. He wanted to live a normal life but he knew that it could never happen with his demonic powers intact. He asked his father to seal his powers until such time that he should wish to return to this life. With a heavy heart, Genryūsai-sama gave him that which he desired and his only child disappeared for many years. The Kinrisama told no one about his son’s lack of power-the only thing they were told was that Isshin had decided to go abroad and experience the world.”

The corner of Byakuya’s stoic mouth lifted ever so slightly in amusement at the picture his daughter presented. She was leaned forward with her chin resting in her palms and her eyes were wide as though she were a school girl listening to a fairy tale. The austere man schooled his features and continued his story.

“Eventually, his heir did return but only for a visit and so it went that he came back every few years to visit his father. About 18 years ago, he returned with the news that he had finally married and Genryūsai-sama had become a grandfather. Never before in the history of our people had a demon sired a child upon a human woman, yet the great Yamamoto Isshin had done it. He told his wife what he was and offered her the choice of being an immortal or living her human life…she chose her mortal existence and so he kept his power sealed. Apparently, his wife-whom he never referred to by name-wanted to meet his father and know more about his life but Isshin wanted no demons to know of his new family’s existence. He feared that those who coveted the Yamamoto’s power would try to harm them in some way. Genryūsai-sama agreed with his son and never whispered a word of their existence…until now. Yamamoto-kinrisama had no idea where his son lived or how he made his living nor did he have him watched for fear that his actions might draw undue attention to his new family. Therefore, when Isshin failed to return for a scheduled visit in 1782, there was little more Genryūsai-sama could do other than wait and hope no harm had befallen his son. When another year passed without a word from his son, Genryūsai-sama decided to send someone to find his son. The investigation provided Yamamoto-kinrisama with devastating news. His son and daughter in law had disappeared two years ago and left their children to fend for themselves. After a year, there was no more money to support the children and they were thrown into the streets. Genryūsai-sama went to the solicitor that provided this information and the bastard couldn’t even provide him with names or descriptions of the children. He thought there might have been three of them, but he was too busy at the time to notice. Needless to say, the next morning that same solicitor was found gutted on the floor of his office with a look of terror forever etched onto his face.”

At this news, Rukia’s eyes sparkled with righteous indignation. “He certainly should have done more than just gutted the bastard…he should have felt pain for decades just like our Kinrisama must now feel! Imagine forcing three small children to the streets without any regard for them whatsoever. Genryūsai-sama must have been heartbroken to know that the little ones were out there alone and afraid like that…I am a vicious blood demon but even I have more humanity than to allow something like that to happen!” Rukia knew exactly what it was like to grow up alone on the streets and she was a teen when she was forced to that end. She simply could not imagine the horrors that befell such young children and her heart bled for them-whether she would admit it or not.

When Rukia had calmed down once more, Byakuya continued, “Yamamoto-kinrisama suspected that a powerful demon must have discovered his secret and engineered his son’s disappearance; however he had no proof…until now. He had spies embedded immediately into every clan with the specific aim of finding information about his son and one of them has finally found something. Genryūsai-sama’s informant heard mention that the Aizen-soudaishou, Aizen Sosuke, had a ‘major ace in the hole to use against the old man’ and we believe that Yamamoto Isshin may be that ace. It’s no secret that Aizen has coveted Yamamoto-kinrisama’s position but he has never made any obvious attempts to overthrow him. Genryūsai-sama believes that Aizen has been biding his time and waiting for the right time to strike.”

Byakuya looked sternly at Rukia, “This is where you come in, Rukia. Aizen has approached me several times about a possible union between our clans. He believes that if you marry his son, it would unite our clans and make us a force to be reckoned with. I have always resisted his overtures but Genryūsai-sama believes that if we appear to accept the union, it may be possible to find information about his son. You have always been an accomplished actress and he believes you would be able to find out if Isshin-sama is being held by Aizen. As you know, Yamamoto-sama is hosting a gala in two months time. All of the Electi will be in attendance along with several members of their clans. We will begin this operation on that night, so I want you to be prepared to do what must be done for the Kinrisama.”

Byakuya watched his beloved daughter process all that she had been told. A myriad of emotions played upon her beautiful features until she seemed to settle on just one…sheer determination. “I will do whatever it takes to discover the fate of Yamamoto Isshin, Otousama. You have my solemn vow.”

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Rangiku urged Ichigo to pack as fast as he possibly could. She told him that if she didn’t have him in Kyoto as soon as possible, Rukia might skin her alive. He wondered if such a thing was even possible. Yoruichi loaned them her extremely decadent carriage and four horse team that she had imported from England. It was richly appointed and more closely resembled a rolling bedroom rather than a carriage. There were plush velvet cushions, pillows, furs, and sweets were stowed away in side compartments. The exterior was also impressive with its ornate bronze scrollwork covering mahogany panels. The team pulling the carriage consisted of four matching black Friesian geldings and they were a sight to behold. There was no way in hell this vehicle could make it to Kyoto without attracting every zokuto within shouting distance. In short, Ichigo felt certain that he would be fighting for his life and the life of his companion very soon.

When he mentioned this to Yoruichi, she just laughed and said, “Ichigo, I know you can handle anyone who attacks you…what are you so worried about? I would never send you, my most prized dorei, into danger if I didn’t have the utmost confidence in your abilities.”

Ichigo grumbled at her reasoning, “Well, if Rangiku-san gets hurt, it’s on your head!” Both Yoruichi and Ran choked on their laughter as the young man huffed in indignation. When Rangiku climbed inside the carriage, Yoruichi pulled Ichigo aside, “I have something for you, okiniiri. Kenpachi!” she shouted, “Bring it out here, please.” Kenpachi came out of Seireitei carrying something under his arm. “Here you go, boss.” He said dismissively as he tossed the package to Yoruichi.

She gave him a dark glare before turning to Ichigo. “After you thoroughly trounced Ken-chan during your last duel, I thought you deserved a gift, so I had this made especially for you!” At her words, Kenpachi grinned insanely, “I’ll never know how you managed to beat me but…you still owe me a rematch, Ichigo!” Ichigo cringed and took the package from his nushi. He quickly opened it and Yoruichi smiled as she watched his eyes widen in surprise. Inside was a sleek, solid black katana. It was perfectly balanced and the edge looked sharp enough to cut through anything. Ichigo was speechless as he gaped at Yoruichi.

“Do you like it Ichigo?” At his soundless, yet emphatic, nod, Yoruichi giggled, “I thought you might. That blade is called Zangetsu and it belongs only to you for as long as you live. You must care for and protect it as you would your own life, Ichigo. A man is only as strong as the sword he wields.”

“Th-thank you, Yoruichi-sama,” Ichigo said as he went to his knees bowed his head toward her. “I never believed that I would ever own a blade as fine as this. I will never forget this kindness.”

“You’ve certainly earned it, Ichigo.” She said with a lewd wink. “Now get up, atsusa…the only time a man like you should be on your knees is in the bedroom.” When he stood, Yoruichi wrapped herself around him and gave him a searing kiss. Both of them could hear Rangiku sigh impatiently from within the carriage, “If you’re both done glomping* each other, we really need to be on our way.”

Just as the carriage passed into the forest beyond Edo, all hell seemed to break loose. The carriage driver noticed several men on horseback surrounding them and he whipped the horses to a run as he shouted out the problem to the carriage occupants. When the horses were brought to a halt by their assailants, Ichigo told Ran to stay low and let him handle things. Ran’s lips quirked up in an amused smile as she humored the human male. She did want to see what he could do, after all.

Ichigo jumped out of the carriage with Zangetsu drawn. There were eight heavily armed men on horseback staring down at him in amusement. “You think you can hurt us with your little knife, boy?” The man who was probably their leader asked.

Ichigo nodded and smiled as anticipation coursed through his veins, “Well, I think ‘hurt’ is a pretty weak word for what I’m going to do to you fools. Eviscerate… decapitate… humiliate…those are all appropriate, I think.” The men snarled in response to his bravado.

“Hey, boss…I think this pretty boy is just beggin’ to be taught a lesson. Whaddya say we introduce him to a world of pain?” The shortest member of their group asked as he cracked his knuckles.

“I think that is the best idea you’ve had all day,” the now confirmed leader replied with a smirk. He gestured to the men on either side of him to dismount, “Take care of this kid and then lets get this carriage stripped and be on our way.” The men got down and drew their swords, “You’re gonna wish you’d kept your trap shut, huh little boy.”

“Why don’t you bastards quit talking like old women and come at me already?” Ichigo asked as he assumed his fighting stance. As expected, the men rushed him immediately.

Ichigo grinned as Zangetsu flew through the air with frightening speed and accuracy. Damn, I love this sword! he thought as the smooth blade fairly hummed with excitement. In just a few seconds, the men were nothing more than bloody lumps of flesh. By the time his blade finished singing, the remaining six men wore matching expressions of horror and disbelief.

It took a few seconds for the shock to wear off but when it did, the men kicked their horses in an attempt to run down the orange-haired death dealer. The only change in Ichigo was the emergence of a huge grin, “Come on, fuckers,” he whispered. “Come at me with everything you’ve got.” When the first attacker was nearly upon him and swinging his sword at him, Ichigo stepped to the side of the charging creature and brought his blade up in a smooth arc. He heard the man’s satisfying screams as he effectively removed the bandit’s hand from his body. The next man was on him in an instant. Ichigo grabbed his leg and used it to swing up on the horse’s back. The panicked man did his best to get away but Ichigo slit his throat before he had the chance. He pushed the man’s lifeless body from the horse and took the reins himself. Once he was mounted, Ichigo systematically ran his sword through skin, muscle, and bone with unerring accuracy…Zangetsu is one helluva blade! He mused with an insane grin as blood sprayed his face.

When all but the leader of the band had been dispatched, Ichigo stopped his heaving mount in front of the lone survivor “So, would you say you guys were hurt by my pitiful little knife?” Ichigo asked with a smirk.

The man was clearly terrified of the devil in front of him and stuttered, “P-p-please, please don’t kill me…I have a family-that’s the only reason I was doing this but I won’t do it ever again, I swear! Please…sir, have mercy!”

Ichigo sighed as he wiped the blood from his black blade, “Get out of here before I change my mind.”

“Th-thank you, sir,” the would-be bandit whispered as he wheeled his mount and bounded through the woods.

Rangiku had watched the entire scene play out with a radiant smile plastered on her beautiful face. It appeared that Rukia’s human could handle himself very well and every blood demon appreciates a fellow artist of destruction. She had seen very few ancient demons who could handle a blade as well as this human and it was intoxicating! If he didn’t belong to her very best friend in the entire universe, Ran would throw him to the ground and fuck him blind. As it was, however, Ran just rubbed her legs together to assuage the ache she had from seeing his sheer power and killing intent.

When Ichigo made it back to the carriage, the driver gave him a nod of approval, “Shihoin-sama would be pleased with your performance, young sir.”

“Uh, thanks…I guess,” Ichigo replied with a shrug. He opened the door of the carriage and saw Ran’s big smile. “Rangiku-san, I hope you don’t mind riding with me like this,” he said while indicating his blood soaked appearance.

“Not at all, Ichigo…If you weren’t Rukia’s, I’d show you just how much I don’t mind,” she said with a heated look. Noticing his blush beneath the quickly drying blood, Rangiku quickly adopted a ditzy expression and giggled, “Just kidding, Ichigo-kun.” The rest of the ride was pretty uneventful and the pair arrived at the house in Kyoto later that afternoon.

“Rukia’s room is upstairs, first door on the right. If you want to go ahead and put your bags in there, I’ll have the maids bring some hot water for your bath. Ichigo thanked her and made his way up the stairs. When Ran told the maids to send hot water to the room, they informed her that Rukia-sama had plenty of hot water and was already enjoying her bath. Ran just smiled as she made her way to her own room to relax.

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After her Otousama had finished speaking, he and Rukia joined Hisana for midmorning tea. Byakuya and Hisana insisted that Rukia stay the night but she demurred insisting that she slept better in her own bed. She did however stay much longer than she really wanted to so that her Okaasama would be appeased. When Rukia finally arrived back home later that day, she wanted nothing more than to soak in her large brass tub and fall asleep in the plush, English-style bed. As she soaked in the tub of hot water, the small demon thought back upon the events of the previous night and morning. Had it only been one night and one morning? It seemed like a lifetime ago since Rukia had stepped through the doors of Seireitei. As she reflected upon her time with Ichigo, her body began to respond predictably. Her breasts tingled as hot water lapped at her pert nipples. She wished that Ran would hurry, but knowing her old friend, she wouldn’t be here until well after nightfall-Ran was a notoriously slow traveler when she couldn’t use sonido.

Rukia closed her eyes and imagined Ichigo’s hands and mouth on her body—pleasuring her in all the ways she knew he could. When she thought of the hard planes of his body straining above her and pounding into her relentlessly, Rukia began unconsciously rubbing the lilac-scented soap across her sensitive breasts. Tension began coiling in her belly as she increased the pressure and speed of her hands. Rukia knew that touching herself wouldn’t satisfy her for long, but she needed some sort of release from this maddening lust brought about just by thinking of her fiery-maned god.

Deciding that she’d rather be in the bed as she pleasured herself, Rukia finished her bath and toweled herself dry. She climbed in the middle of her large bed and snuggled under the warm blankets for a moment. When she was quite warm, Rukia pulled the blankets down to expose both of her small, firm breasts. She began massaging them and running her palms over her nipples. When she could feel herself moistening, she began squeezing the hard buds and rubbing them between her fingers. As her ministrations increased in ferocity, she became quite warm and pushed the blanket completely off of her tingling body. Rukia slid her right hand down the center of her body as she continued to squeeze her nipple with the other hand. When she reached the apex of her thighs, she began rubbing on top of her mound; teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves beneath until she felt even more wetness coat her inner walls. When she could stand no more of her own teasing, she parted the slick flesh and inserted a finger inside her tight sheath. When the digit was sufficiently wet, she slowly began rubbing the place that always brought her rapid gratification. As she soaked two fingers and rubbed with more speed and force, Rukia imagined Ichigo’s engorged sex sliding inch by delectable inch into her welcoming heat. The delicious friction combined with her erotic musings quickly brought her to a blinding orgasm. As Rukia returned from her self-induced euphoria, she felt even emptier than before-she couldn’t wait until her fantasies became a reality. Rukia’s head fell back onto her welcoming pillow with a sigh and as her eyes slowly slid back open, Rukia was shocked to see the object of her desire staring intently at her from the doorway-and he was covered with blood.

Ichigo’s eyes scorched her as he advanced toward the bed with feral intensity. “Were you thinking of me, aijin?” The seductive cadence of his beautiful voice sent shivers down Rukia’s spine.

“Ichigo, I wasn’t expecting you for quite some time. How did you get here so quickly…and why are you covered in blood?” Rukia asked huskily.

“Rangiku-san thought we should hurry…and now I see that she was right. I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind since the moment you left. I fantasized about you the whole way here…and now you have just fulfilled one of those fantasies without me having to ask. You are truly remarkable, aijin. As for the blood, somebody tried to slow us down and I couldn’t allow that.” As the last syllable fell from his sinful lips, Ichigo arrived at her side. Deciding enough words had been spoken, he allowed his body to speak for him.