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My Pride, My Lust, and My Love	By : RaizenYusuke Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 35908 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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I finally made a fourth chapter. It is a Ichigo/Rukia chapter and set after Ichigo and Uryu’s hollow hunting contest and the appearance of the Menos Grande. There is a bit of plot in this chapter, but still a lot of smut.

Rukia let out a small relaxed breath. Her bones ached and her body was fighting off fatigue. The depowered Shinigami was resting on her makeshift bed inside her Substitute’s closet. Never before had she been so appreciative of her makeshift bed. It couldn’t compare to the bed she had at the Kuchiki Manor, but it was still a paradise compared to the open fields of the Rukongai she slept on during her orphan days with Renji and the rest of their friends.

The day had been very long and very hard. She counted herself lucky it ended with no loss in life. After this hellish day Karakura Town was beyond lucky. It had to have been bathed in good fortune. There weren’t too many human towns that could have weathered a full Hollow invasion and suffered no loss of life. A dark frown emerged on her face. She couldn’t believe that idiot who was her Substitute and the Quincy would let their conflict get so out of hand. Rukia suspected that Ichigo and the mysterious Ishida would get into a fight. That is why she told him to carry Kon around, so he could transform into a Shinigami just in case she wasn’t around.

She thought the two boys’ battle would be a traditional one. If she had even an inkling of a thought that Ishida would use Hollow bait to draw Hollows to Karakura for some idiotic Hollow Extermination contest she wouldn’t have told Ichigo to carry Kon and just wait for her. ‘Knowing that fool he would have taken Kon out himself just so he could fight Ishida. Ichigo never backs down from a challenge, especially if a person pushes him,’ Rukia thought. Her time with the hot headed boy was short, especially by Shinigami notion of time, but she had learned quite a bit about him. He was stubborn to the point of stupidity. When he made up his mind about something it was nearly impossible to steer him away from it.

The battle with Ishida would probably have been unavoidable and everything turned out well enough. Still it was odd to think simple Hollow Bait could attract so many Hollows let alone a Menos Grande. She still couldn’t believe they survived the ordeal. Menos Grande was the most powerful type of Hollow. Only the strongest and most experienced Shinigami could successfully combat them and walk away with their lives. By all accounts the little human town should have been wiped off the map, yet it wasn’t. Thanks to Ichigo the citizens of Karakura Town would live to see another day. If she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes she never would have believed her inexperienced human Substitute actually wounded a Menos Grande. She knew Ichigo had great spiritual power, but this was in an entirely new dimension. That human boy hadn’t even learned to communicate with his zanpakuto yet, but he could wound a Menos Grande class Hollow.

How much potential did he have? If he had the proper training there was no telling what heights he would reach. Could he be as strong as Kaien? Why did her mind always drift back to that? She needed to get a grip. Yes, there was an uncanny resemblance between Ichigo and Kaien, but that didn’t mean anything. These thoughts, no more like foolish school girl musing, had to end. She had bigger concerns than her old vice-captain sharing some physical characteristics with her current Substitute. After the Menos Grande appeared the Soul Society would be sure to have pinpointed its location. With that information they would have found her there with it along with Ichigo. They would know she broke the law and gave her powers to a human. Every second spent there she put Ichigo in danger. She couldn’t stay there any longer. Her only option was to run. If she ran there was a chance that they wouldn’t find Ichigo. Rukia knew that, so why was she still lying there? Every time she thought of leaving it was accompanied by sharp prickle in her heart. God help her. She had grown attached to this quaint life she had forged for herself there.

It was utter nonsense from unwanted and unfounded sentimentality. Rukia was a Shinigami. She didn’t belong in this world to begin with. She was only staying until she regained her powers. When her powers returned she would go back to Soul Society. That was the plan. That was the only way it would end. She shouldn’t be feeling reluctant at the moment of truth. She had to get up and leave now. Yet her body refused to heed her commands. Defiant to its own end the petite woman’s body didn’t budge an inch. Its allegiance switched to her heart. Her heart made it crystal clear that it wasn’t ready to go. “How long can I stay here before they send someone?” she asked aloud. “Why haven’t my powers started to return yet? They should have fully returned by now. Is this result of Ichigo absorbing all of my powers instead of just half?”

There was that mystery as well. She wasn’t even close to understanding how she gave away all her powers or how Ichigo could absorb all of them. She had a feeling that whatever allowed Ichigo to take all her powers would also explain why they weren’t returning and why Ichigo retained them. As long he possessed her powers he would have target on his back. It was a target she unwittingly put on him. Yet she couldn’t pull herself away from her new life. How selfish was she? She wanted to cling to the new friends she made. She wanted to cling to the lie that she was the new student Kuchiki Rukia. She was free of the obligations of being a Kuchiki, free of isolation that came with her noble status, free from remembering what she did to him.

“Stop it,” Rukia told herself. “You can’t stay here anymore. You have to leave before they find you here. If they find you here they’ll find Ichigo. They’ll….” No. She wouldn’t say it. Saying the words made it feel too real. It made it something she had to deal with. God she was selfish. She didn’t want to face reality yet, so she chose to ignore it. She would only ignore it for tonight. One more night was fine. It would still take Soul Society time to look over the Hollow incidents of today. There was still time. There was no need to face reality today. For just one more day she could continue to cling to her life in Karakura Town. If only that nagging voice in the back of her head would just shut up. It was only one more day, one more night. Nothing bad could possibly happen. Hell, she could probably stay a week with how long it took the Research and Development Institute to evaluate all the data.

“You keep telling yourself that,” her subconscious sneered. “You can continue to lie to yourself all you want, but the one who will pay for it will be Ichigo. Just because you won’t say it out loud doesn’t make it any less true. Ichigo will be killed if they find him. In the end you’ll be responsible for his death just as you were responsible for Kaien’s death.”

Damn it! Her fist hit the closet door. Her subconscious was a bitch. She never let up on Rukia. She always dredged up every mistake Rukia ever committed. The depowered Shinigami’s subconscious would make sure Kaien’s death remained burned in her memory, not that Rukia needed it. Kaien’s death would never be forgotten. It would always haunt her.

“Hey,” a rough and irritated voice called out. Great, he must have heard her little outburst. “What the hell are you doing in there?” he hissed.

Rukia didn’t respond. She wasn’t sure what she should say. She heard him grumble. “Why the hell are you so difficult? Look I don’t care what you do in there, but keep quiet. I don’t need my dad and sisters finding out about you. It will cause me nothing, but problems if they find out you’re staying here. Do you hear me, Rukia?”

Oh please, as if his family would have heard her little outburst from down stairs. Punching the closet door made some noise, but she knew for a fact that the Kurosaki family was below watching one of their favorite programs that Ichigo often neglected for whatever stupid reason. He really did need to spend more time with them.

“Midget! Are you deaf now? Say something.” Midget! She hated when he called her that. “Midget! Midget, do you hear me? Midget.”

The closet door rushed opened. “I heard you the first time!” It took all of her concentration to keep her tone down. Her brow furrowed.

The orange haired boy matched her glare and scowled even harder. “Then you should answer me when I call you.”

“Aren’t you getting a little too big for your britches? Since when am I subservient to you?” she sneered not even bothering hiding her contempt.

“It’s common courtesy to answer someone when they ask you a question,” Ichigo retorted. Why did she always have to be so difficult? “Don’t act like I’m the one who is always trying to control you.”

“Are you implying that I’m the one who is controlling?” Rukia cried out. She wasn’t controlling. He had no idea what he was talking about. When they were out on assignment she gave him orders, but that was because she was the more experienced one in fighting Hollows and he was her Substitute. It made perfect sense why she was the one issuing out commands. That didn’t make her controlling though.

The orange haired boy snorted. “Please. All you do is try to micro manage everything in my life,” he complained.

Outraged by the unwarranted accusation Rukia came dangerously close to striking him. The better part of her restrained her from doing so. Instead she sought a different approach. “Name one time I’ve micro managed your time.” To her surprise he looked like she had offended him!

“You stopped me from hanging out with Keigo and Mizuiro to do your stupid batting practice, forced me to stay at home once so you wouldn’t miss one of your dumb shows and keep me close to you in case a Hollow appeared, another training exercise took me away from Chad, made me pick you up manga afterschool one day,” he continued listing off various other activities to Rukia’s shock. He had to be making up some of this stuff. She didn’t even remember having him pick up a manga for her. If she did it was before she got Human World currency to buy it herself. Of course her source of currency came from her stand in, but that was beside the point. He was definitely embellishing the facts.

The list of offenses went on and on until it reached more recent events. “You barged in on a conversation I had with Inoue to drag me away….”

“That doesn’t count,” Rukia barked out. “That time there was a Hollow who appeared,” she finished as a matter in fact tone as if it was the end of discussion. One look from her stand in told her differently.

“It wasn’t fighting Hollows that bugged me, but how you didn’t give me a chance to even make up an excuse with her. There is also how you took it upon yourself to talk to her for me when she was avoiding me,” he added. The petite woman snorted loudly. She muttered something under her breath, but he couldn’t hear her. “What’s that?” The frozen glare fell upon him so fast that he couldn’t even register it.

“I said it got you laid!” She watched his face turn scarlet red. Just like that Ichigo became a stammering mess. She couldn’t conceal her victorious grin. He was such a prude that the mention of sex would silence that loud mouth of his. Mentioning his escapade with pure hearted or should she say not so pure hearted Inoue was the secret weapon she longed for to shut him up. “I forgot just how bashful children could be on the subject of sex.” Rukia knew how he hated when she called him a child, but that was precisely why she used it. It would both annoy him and take a shot at his male pride.

“S-shut up,” he mustered weakly. Her Substitute had gaze focused on the floor. If he wasn’t so overbearing it would be cute.

The depowered Shinigami wasn’t ready to let this go. She flashed the smug smirk that he despised. “I don’t understand why you’re so bashful. Aren’t teenage boys supposed to be prideful of losing their virginity? Inoue is a very gorgeous girl. Frankly I’m surprised you haven’t bragged to your friends yet.”

“I’m not like that!” Ichigo sounded offended. “I’m not going to spout off to everyone. Inoue is a nice girl. I don’t want to ruin her reputation,” he said sheepishly.

Damn. Rukia wanted to enjoy teasing him a bit longer, but her stand in had to say something so considerate that she couldn’t keep it up on good conscious. For all her complaints about him there was no denying that Ichigo was a good person at his core. He wouldn’t allow anything bad happen to people he cared about. He would do everything he could to protect them even if he was beyond his power.

“What’s with that face?” Ichigo narrowed his eyes suspiciously at her. She hadn’t even realized her smile fell upside down.

“Nothing,” Rukia said automatically. She regretted saying it. Instead of putting him at ease it fed his suspicions. The last thing she needed was for him to watch her when she had to leave any day now. When Soul Society finally came after her it was important that Ichigo was nowhere near her. “Quit making that face. It’s nothing to be on edge about. I was just thinking how odd that my powers haven’t returned yet.” She risked taking glance at the orange haired boy. To her relief the cloud of suspicion had lifted.

“How long does it usually take for Shinigami to regain their spiritual powers after they give them to humans?” he ventured.

Shinigami lending their spiritual power to humans wasn’t well practiced. She had nothing to compare it to. There had been one official Substitute Shinigami before Ichigo. She didn’t know much about him or how he received his powers let alone if the Shinigami who gave them to him got his powers back. She assumed her powers would start to come back on their own, yet they didn’t. “Truthfully I have no idea.” Not liking where this conversation was going Rukia decided to shift topics back to their original discussion.

“How is Inoue?”

Ichigo tensed as if he was preparing to subdue a Hollow. A gaze of suspicion was cast on her. “Why are you interested in Inoue?” He worded it carefully almost guarded.

Rukia raised an eyebrow at Ichigo’s sudden display of paranoia. Did he think she had ulterior motives for asking about Inoue’s wellbeing? What type of person did he think she was? “I just want to know how she is doing. The two of you seem to be spending more time together than usual. I thought you could give me an answer,” she explained. He still bore into her with steely faced glare. She could see how it would strike fear into the hearts of high school students wannabe thugs, hell she could even see it striking fear into Hollows. However, it wasn’t enough to dredge up any fear from her. She had been on the receiving end of her tutors’ disapproving glares. Now their glares could cut through her and make her feel like a little girl. They were fearsome.

“She’s fine,” Ichigo replied cautiously. He knew something was up. Rukia changed the subject from her powers to Inoue. It wasn’t a coincidence. He had walked Inoue home one or two times that week and she never asked him once how she was doing. The sudden interest didn’t sit well with him.

“That’s good.” Rukia was happy to hear that. She actually liked Inoue. The girl was eccentric at times, but her good nature was something Rukia admired. She was a good person with a big heart. She wanted everyone to be happy no matter what. The girl even suggested they work together to seduce Ichigo. Rukia still couldn’t believe the younger woman had suggested something like that. That could never work could it? Even if by some wild snowball of a chance that it could ever work she had no interest in Ichigo in that way at all. Sure he wasn’t unpleasant to the eye. She had to admit he was mildly attractive. When he stopped scowling so heavily his natural good looks came out.

The thought of her and Ichigo together was a bit absurd. Whenever they spent more than five minutes alone they fought like cats and dogs. They just got out of an argument not too long ago. They couldn’t form a romantic relationship anyway. Rukia just couldn’t really see it. He was a human and she was a Shinigami. They were from two different worlds.

“Seriously, what is up with you?” Ichigo asked. He gave her an inquisitive look as if she was some puzzle to solve. “You are asking me about Inoue, you’re worried about your powers not returning, and you feel so distant. It doesn’t feel like you’re really here right now talking with me. Your head is somewhere else.”

Since when could he read her so easily? They had been spending too much time together it seemed. It would also seem their relationship had evolved to the point where they could not easily deceive each other. Just as she knew how his demeanor changed from when the anniversary of his mother’s death approached he could see how her mind was blogged down by recent developments.

“It’s fine if you don’t want to tell me,” Ichigo continued. “I don’t want to pry, but if you need to get something off your chest you can talk to me,” he finished.

A sincere smile took shape on her lips. It was moments like this that she would miss the most. They had come to an unspoken understanding with each other over months. He was a confidant that she hadn’t had in a while. It was nice to have someone to talk so freely with her again. Rukia did value their bond. How was she going to let it go? “Don’t mind me. I’ve just been exhausted from today’s events. A Menos Grande doesn’t normally just show up in Human World. By all rights we should have been slaughtered, but thanks to you and Ishida we’re alive. I can’t believe mere Hollow bait would be enough to attract a Menos Grande. The situation with my powers still gone hasn’t improved at all, despite all the weeks that have passed. It’s all just piling up.” She let out breath.

“You are stressed out,” he stated. With clarity Ichigo could see how exhausted Rukia was. Her violet eyes were dull compared to what they normally were. He tended to forget that although he was responsible for fighting Hollows now that she was there with him every step of the way. Rukia was on the sidelines, but that meant she could only observe and nothing more. It must have been excruciating to just stay behind and watch when she once had the ability to fight threats on her own.

Their situation was supposed to be temporary. With each day passed her powers remained gone. For Rukia that meant she was stuck here. She couldn’t go home without her powers. She was a stranger in this world. She was exiled to Human World. Perhaps her only link to her world was the phone that gave them their missions. It must have been frustrating. He couldn’t imagine what he would do in her situation. ‘I could be easier on her sometimes,’ he thought to himself.

“Yes. I suppose you’re right I’m stressed out.” Everything was developing so fast that it left her head spinning. It was a headache to be sure, but did she have to face it tonight? Soul Society wouldn’t find her that very night. Stressing herself out tonight wasn’t going to do her any good. If only it was just for tonight she could afford to push all of that away. For tonight she could simply allow herself to forget her problems. Rukia let out a great sigh, hoping to get rid of all her anxieties.

Ichigo didn’t know how to react to Rukia’s odd behavior. Obviously she was worried about her exile here and loss of her powers, but he was unsure how to comfort her. He couldn’t just say it was nothing. She had been here for months now and according to her those powers hadn’t returned at all. It was a serious problem he couldn’t just laugh off. “Look, I don’t know anything about your powers still being diminished. I can’t reassure you that they’ll return soon or anything, but you don’t have to face it alone.”

Rukia gave him an odd look that he couldn’t clearly define. She looked baffled, but there was a hint of yearning within the violet eyes of hers. He decided to ignore the encoded look and continue. “If you’re feeling stressed out or worried you can tell me about it. I can’t say I’ll have an answer or be able to reassure you, but it could lighten your burden a bit. Remember you’re not alone. We’ve been in this together since the beginning. I’ll be at your side whether you get your powers back or not.” Her expression changed. It was too weird. Her eyes were wide almost childlike and she stared at him with awe. It didn’t fit her at all.

Those words belonged to him. They made her feel safe just as he made her feel. That couldn’t be a coincidence. Suddenly she wasn’t sitting across from Ichigo. In the place of her Substitute sat Kaien. Rukia couldn’t shake that image out of her mind. It refused to detach itself this time. The depowered Shinigami gawked shameless at him.

“What the hell is with that creepy look?” barked Ichigo. His patience ran out. Rukia snapped out of whatever trance she was in. What the hell had gotten into her?

The spell ended. Kaien was nowhere to be found and Ichigo returned. How foolish was she to think she saw Kaien before her. He was gone. Rukia cursed her eyes for playing such a trick on her. The resemblance between them was uncanny. Those words Ichigo spoke were just eerily close to words that Kaien had spoken to her in the past. Was it possible that Ichigo was Kaien’s reincarnation? It might explain his unusually high spiritual power. Their similarities were so….No, that foolish. He couldn’t be Kaien’s reincarnation. Ichigo was Ichigo and Kaien was Kaien. There were similarities, but when she looked into Ichigo’s eyes he didn’t feel like Kaien at all. Somewhere in her heart she knew that if she met Kaien’s reincarnation that she would know it instantly. There would be no doubt or lingering suspicion of it. It didn’t make any sense, but she just knew it to be true.

“Stop acting creepy,” Ichigo growled.

“S-sorry,” Rukia muttered, becoming docile.

Again Ichigo was unnerved by her odd behavior. He grabbed her head and ruffed up her hair. “I said stop acting weird, Midget!” She shoved his arm away and smacked him in the side of his head for good measure. That was more like it.

“Fool! You are the absolute worst!” exclaimed Rukia. She crossed her arms and pouted. He made her so sick! Here she was worried about his wellbeing and he treated her like this! He had no respect whatsoever. Even so a small smile escaped. He made her forget about her woes even if it was only for a second. That was another similarity they shared. Ichigo might not be Kaien’s reincarnation, but he shared his spirit. “Thank you,” she said.

“Hmm, why are you thanking me?”

“You helped me forget about my troubles. I needed that.”

“You’re definitely being weird tonight, but I guess you have a lot on your mind.” That smile looked good on her. It wasn’t overly cheery like the fake one she wore to charm teachers and his classmates. When her face wasn’t scrunched up in a scowl she actually looked somewhat pretty.

He smiled at her. It really did wonders for him. Ichigo was really handsome. Kaien was handsome as well. His smile was one of things she found most appealing. Those lips started to look appetizing. She wondered if he was a good kisser. ‘Why am I thinking about that?’ Ichigo was attractive. It was natural for her mind to wander sometimes. At least Rukia told herself that. Did that make it true though? She walked over to his bed and flopped down on the mattress.

He raised an eyebrow at her move. She ignored it. It wasn’t a big deal to her, although Ichigo wouldn’t see it that way. “Who said you could just sit on my bed?”

“Are you seriously going to be upset over me sitting here?” she scoffed.

“It is my bed. I didn’t invite you sit on it.”

A devious smirk emerged from Rukia. “What would I have to do to get invited to your bed?” She made sure her tone was as sultry as it could be. His cheeks became so inflamed that he was redder than a tomato. She wouldn’t be surprised if he was running a fever. To continue with her act she crossed her right leg over her left. From what she could tell from programs she watched men found this pose very sexual. If nothing else this would be fun to see if it was true.

He became painfully aware that Rukia was still in her school uniform. The skirt rode up a great amount and revealed a generous amount of thigh. Damn! The skirts for their school uniform were very short! What was the school thinking when they came up with the skirt length? “Uncross your legs.”

Rukia’s smirk widened. “You are more forward than I expected. You really want me to uncross my legs and give you a peak at what’s underneath?” He was absolutely mortified.

“T-That’s n-not…w-what I meant!” he stuttered.

“Oh, so what did you mean?” Her tone was low yet her words were dripping with lust that it was palpable. It was driving Ichigo mad. He couldn’t stop blushing now if his life depended on it.

“S-s-stop that! It’s not funny,” he complained. Damn her! She really was a fucking vixen. She had no shame to speak of! He would show her. He wouldn’t look at all. So what if she was showing off her legs. Maybe she was wearing that same erotic expression she wore that day in the bathroom. How could a simple look be so inviting yet so destructive? Destructive was the right word. She was merely toying with him to get a cheap laugh or hold it over his head later. He wouldn’t fall into that trap. He wasn’t going to fall into that trap. He crossed his arms and looked away or tried to. He couldn’t help, but steal a few glances still.

‘Stupid hormones,’ he thought.

He made it too easy for her at times. She would feel bad if he didn’t look so cute sulking around like that. He was being so obvious. The way he was fighting with himself to tear his gaze away from her only to return was pathetic, but in an adorable way. They both knew he couldn’t resist her. Their escapade in bathroom had proven that. If her little act was enough to get him riled up it would be child’s play to get him into bed. That knowledge was tantalizing.

What the hell was she thinking? She couldn’t just have sex with Ichigo. When did she even entertain such thoughts? She couldn’t take her eyes of him. A surge of desire rose from the pit of her stomach. There was just something about Ichigo tonight that she found herself drawn to. God help her, but she wanted him.

Borrowing him for one night couldn’t hurt. Inoue made her stance on sharing known. Rukia proved she could seduce him. Honestly she could use a little pick me up. It was just one night. Tomorrow she would leave anyway. They would never see each other again. There would be no harm. She just wanted to forget about everything for one night. Surely she was allowed to be that selfish.

Rukia abided his wishes and left his bed. It did little to relax him. Instead she strolled over toward him. There was an unmistakable gleam in her eye that wasn’t there before. The way she swayed her hips was pure sensuality in all its forms. She moved unashamed and with a confidence that knew no bonds. Ichigo couldn’t take his eyes off her. She wasn’t voluptuous like Orihime was, but she was far from being unappealing. Her slender and lean form was just as desirable in its own way. He found himself desiring her.

A hand brushed over his hair. He had been out of it. He hadn’t even noticed when she came up to him. Her fingers ran through his golden mane carelessly. Her violet colored eyes were transfixed onto him or perhaps he was transfixed to her eyes. He couldn’t be sure, but he could see the lust radiating from them. It caused his member to stiffen immediately. She could do all that with just a look. Her sly smirk only added to her mystique. He was in serious trouble.

“I haven’t been doing a good job in rewarding you have I?” His brain didn’t even comprehend what her words meant. It was too preoccupied by the moving fingers traveling down his chest. They showed no signs of stopping any time soon.

“What?” he finally muttered.

Rukia’s smirk widened. “I was supposed to keep you invested in continuing as a Shinigami. I found an incentive that you greatly enjoyed.” Her fingers passed over his stomach. She made sure to move nice and slow. It enhanced her performance and enticed him further. “You performed exceptionally well against the Menos Grande, far better than I could have ever hoped for. That deserves something special.” At long last her fingers curled into the waist band of his pants.

His breathing hitched. It was embarrassing how eager he was. He couldn’t be blamed. He was a very hormonal teenager after all. It was her fault. She was the older woman taking advantage of him. There was only so much willpower a man could have. When Rukia tugged at his pants he hastily helped her pull them off. She eyed the growing tent in his boxers, which revealed just how eager he was.

“You’re already getting hard for me. I thought I would have to warm you up first.” Their faces were mere inches apart. He hadn’t realized she had gotten so close. The woman was a master of misdirection. She kept his attention on one thing, while doing another thing. “It makes me happy to see you get like this for me,” she said in a whisper. The petite woman slithered down between his legs, slipping his boxers down with her.

His legs quaked as they did that day in the bathroom. Rukia took it as a sign of anticipation rather than nervousness this time. His experiences with her and Inoue had to have taken jitters out of him. He wasn’t fully erect yet, but it wouldn’t take much to get him to his full glory. She nestled the still expanding manhood against her cheek. “I’m going to make sure you thoroughly enjoy yourself as reward for fending off the Menos Grande.” She engulfed one of his testicles.

The warmth washed over him swiftly. Surprisingly Rukia sucked aggressively and loudly. Still not used to the sensation Ichigo grabbed his knees. It felt weird as hell and almost painful, yet it felt so pleasurable. The raven haired girl below him released his testicle and licked the underside of his shaft.

“Aaahh,” he moaned helplessly. He did his best to control his volume. It wasn’t easy. Rukia lavished him with her tongue. She left no spot untouched. She wasn’t kidding when she said she would make sure he thoroughly enjoyed this.

Ichigo was coming undone. Unlike last time there wasn’t any real attempt to deny his pleasure. Seeing him quake in obvious delight made her feel pride. Her lips engulfed the head and suckled it hard. Unprepared for it Ichigo almost yelled. He stopped himself half way through. Luckily his family hadn’t heard it. In all the excitement Rukia had forgotten about his family. They needed to be more careful. Despite that she continued to suck him vigorously, enjoying edging the boy near the thin line of pain and pleasure. Ichigo continued to helplessly moan away.

If they weren’t careful they could be caught. Instead of making her more cautious though it made Rukia suck even harder. There was something about the risk of being discovered that made it more exciting. “Oh! Ahhhh yeaaaaah!” His hands moved into her locks. “Rukia….” Now her fingers were massaging his balls. This woman was going to be the death of him. “This is the best.”

The petite woman chuckled. He had so much to learn. “I promise you I will make you feel much, much, better than you do right now.” Rukia planted kisses on the tip of his manhood. His essence was leaking out. His cock was twitching already. It wouldn’t take much to get him to erupt. A good deep throat would probably do it. In the end she decided against it. They had a long evening ahead. There was no need to rush it. Rukia got up and walked over to his bed, swaying her hips. God she could feel his eyes burning a hole in her skirt as he stared at her ass. She fell on the bed before beckoning him to follow.

Just as eager as a dog starved for his next meal Ichigo rushed to her. Rukia feared he would jump her, but he stopped in front of her. This was going to be fun. “What are you waiting for?” Ichigo was upon her in seconds. He greedily stole a kiss as they rolled around in his bed. The kiss was hard and overpowering. She didn’t mind much, but for Inoue’s sake she hoped he practiced more self-control with her. She felt his hands roam all over her body. Taking it as a sign Rukia explored him with her hands. She could feel the swell of muscles forming in his arms. Thanks to her training he had turned into quite the specimen. It was only fitting that she got to sample him.

His hands settled for a spot on her inner thighs. She found her own spot on his backside. She smiled into the kiss. He had a nice ass. Rukia took a nice hard squeeze. The kiss was broken as the boy jumped at her action. He quickly became embarrassed, while Rukia laughed. “Not used to having your ass groped. I expected Inoue to have made good use of it by now,” she teased.

“Shut up.” He didn’t want to think of Inoue. At least not right now. He hadn’t even thought of Inoue when they started. What would Inoue think of this? They weren’t a couple or anything, but they hadn’t discussed their situation beyond agreeing to have sex with each other. “Maybe this isn’t a good idea.” Guilt gnawed at him.

Rukia grinned, looking like the cat that ate the canary. “Oh, is that so.” In a swift motion she took hold of his throbbing erection. “This would say otherwise.” She started caressing it. Once again a light moan escaped his lips. “Your body wants to continue, so why don’t you?”

“It just feels weird,” he explained. Rukia stared him down. Knowing Rukia she wouldn’t rest until she got the truth out of him. “Look, I don’t know how Inoue would feel about us doing this.” To his surprise Rukia’s hardened expression melted into coy smirk. She nibbled at one of his earlobes. Shit did it feel good, but he couldn’t let himself be distracted. “Rukia,” Ichigo huffed.

“Inoue doesn’t mind sharing,” Rukia whispered seductively. That managed to stiffen his whole body. “When we discussed you she told me that we should double team you and seduce you. She has no problems sharing you as long as she can be with you.” Ichigo wasn’t sure how to process that. He knew Inoue was unconventional, but this was unbelievable. It was a fantasy most men dreamed of. “Aren’t you lucky,” Rukia continued. God her voice was as intoxicating as her touch. “Inoue wants to have sex with you and is willing to share you with another woman. You are a very lucky, lucky, boy.”

“S-she really said that?” It was hard forming coherent thoughts. Rukia was stroking his dick once more.

“Yes,” Rukia replied. “I intend to take her up on her offer tonight.” She stole another heated kiss. The depowered Shinigami hungrily consumed his lips, while she stroked him faster. The power she had over him excited her the most. She had yet to undress and yet he was desperately following all her commands. “You…want….me….that….badly?” she said in between kisses.

“Yeah!” groaned Ichigo. He was so overtaken by lust he would have said anything.

“It’s time to repay the favor,” Rukia said. She released his cock, much to his disappointment. “I sucked you off now it is time for you to return the favor.” Fortunately Ichigo’s mind wasn’t so clouded by lust that he knew what she wanted. He rose her skirt up. The sight aroused her more. “Well? Get to it!” For once the idiot followed her instructions without resistance. He pulled her white panties down her slender legs. The boy wasted no time. His tongue stroked her moistening slit. “Yes,” she moaned.

His tongue felt so good. Arousal enflamed her lips and moistened her walls. “Ah, yes, yes, aaaah,” Rukia moaned quietly. It spurred Ichigo on. Soon he greedily slurped her folds. His tongue started thrashing up and down wildly. It started feeling more weird than pleasurable for her. Ichigo possessed great vigor, but it was painfully clear he had no technique. While she still felt pleasure it was dampened and not increasing as it should have. “Ok, Ichigo, stop for a minute.”

“What is it?” He looked up, dazed from both lust and confusion.

“You are way too wild.” The orange haired boy glared at her. Men had such fragile egos. Renji was no different when she coached him as well. “I’m not saying what you were doing was bad. It felt good, but not as good as it could be.” Leaving out that it felt weird was for the better. Rukia had a feeling he would take it bad. “Pleasuring a woman is a science. You need to be a generous lover while paying close attention to what they like,” she lectured.

“Inoue didn’t seem to mind it,” mumbled her stand in.

Rukia snorted. “Inoue was a virgin who didn’t know any better. If you want to keep her interested in you swallow your damn ego and listen to me. Having a big cock isn’t everything. If you just randomly stick it in but have no skill she is going to eventually get tired of you and find someone else,” she warned. That seemed to have shut him up. “When you are eating out a pussy try to explore a bit to see what she likes. All you’re doing now is licking up and down. Try making some patterns or some….”

The pink organ traced a circle around her folds. That was marked improvement. She felt small bursts of shockwaves pulse through her body. “Yes, that’s more like it. Oh yes! Oh yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes right there!” whimpered Rukia. “Try to stick your tongue in, just like that!” He was a quick study. It went in and out in quick secession. He was slowly, but surely developing a pattern. Inoue owed her. By the time Rukia was done with him the boy was going to be expert at the art of oral sex. Right now Rukia planned to reap the fruits of her labor.

Lord knew she was soaking now. Passionate cries echoed. The pressure was building up in her at an alarming rate. Rukia loved every second of it. She loved how his tongue was stretching her insides out. She loved how he could barely restrain himself. She loved how he once again lost control, yet was still receptive at where she received the most pleasure. “Yes!” she uttered. When he assaulted her clit she let out a wail that even surprised her.

“Keep it down! My family is going to hear you,” he hushed. Rukia only shoved his head back and ordered him to continue. Thankfully he complied with her again. “Aaaaaaaah….don’t stop. Don’t stop…….I am so close……so close.”

Normally he would have protested Rukia bossing him around, but the sounds of her cries were gratifying enough that he let it slide. The fact that he reduced her to an incoherent mess for a change made him swell in pride. Ichigo kept assaulting her sensitive clitoris over and over again, until he finally brought Rukia to her climax. By the grace of God or some other deity she managed to muffle her cries. He had other concerns. Her juices came gushing out and he couldn’t even pretend he could swallow it all.

It was annoying for his sheets to be stained again. He was going to have to learn to swallow or at least not make such a mess of his bed. It would be suspicious if he kept washing his sheets every few days. “That’s more like it,” Rukia complimented. It was strange to see her in the throes of bliss. He had never seen her so relaxed. When she opened her eyes there was nothing tranquil hidden inside. A storm raged within those violet orbs. A storm of desire raged on. It reminded him of his aching erection.

“I needed that,” Rukia continued. Ichigo was already looming over her. His cock was ready to burst. She was willing to bet if she looked at it a certain way that he would cum. On a whim the depowered Shinigami decided to tap his cock with her a foot. The way he jumped you would have thought she shocked him. “You really want to fuck me don’t you?” In spite of everything that had just transpired a part of her couldn’t believe he wanted her. Even as she was stroking the evidence of his desire for her it felt unreal.

“Mmmmmm,” he moaned as her little hand pumped away. When her second hand cupped his balls he knew he was through. Her hands were just too fucking skilled. His voice lost so much of his strength he might as well have been whining.

“Ichigo,” he heard her say. Words failed him. Moans were all that came from his mouth. “Do you…” His balls swelled. “…really want…” The tingling in his dick worsened. “…to fuck me?” His seed spilled all over his lover’s hands. Humiliation burned both his face and chest. He couldn’t even so much as warn her. Did he want to fuck her? The question was could he keep it together to fuck her. The answer to that question had been disappointing.

“Oh, Ichigo,” Rukia almost cooed. Damn he could hear the mirth in her tone. It wasn’t just mirth, but sorrow. Oh god she felt sorry for him. Could this get any worse?

Sensing his embarrassment Rukia did the only thing she could for broken pride. She pressed her lips to his hard and showed him how much she still wanted him. This setback wouldn’t be enough to extinguish her need. She continued to play with his deflated member. It took minutes for it to be revitalized. The powers of youth were wonderful indeed. “That was an easy fix,” she said huskily. “Now you never answered my question.”

He threw the petite woman on his mattress and rubbed the head of his dick against her warm core. The raven haired woman couldn’t stop the self-satisfied smirk that came to life. She had her answer. Rukia shivered as he mimicked her. That smirk had always excited her along with overwhelming confidence in his eyes. They were reminders of him. Instead of seeing the dark brown she saw aqua green eyes. The bright orange locks were as black as night sky. “Do you want to fuck me?”

“Yeah, I want to fuck you.” He hastily inserted the tip passed her lips. Rukia almost wept. This was happening. This was really happening. She couldn’t be more thrilled. The tightness caught him by surprise. He didn’t think she was a virgin based on her knowledge and skill. The girl was pint sized, but he didn’t think it would make that much of a difference. Hell she felt tighter than Inoue had and she had been a virgin. It was a good thing she made him eat her out. She was wet enough for him to move inside her easier.

Unexpectedly a palm smacked his backside, causing Ichigo to jump a little. He growled at the culprit beneath him. Rukia made no effort to hide her guilt. Her lips were spread in a seductive smile. “I thought you said you wanted to fuck me?” Her tone was low yet powerful. The words sounded dirtier than they actual were. “What are you waiting for? Fuck me.” She gave him another smack on the ass.

“You are such a bitch.” She wanted him to get going. He would get going. Ichigo moved his hips forward. He could confirm that Rukia was most definitely tighter than Inoue had been. His dick was practically being suffocated. Her walls could almost be considered a second layer to his dick! It made moving a challenge anyway. “Fuck,” cursed the Substitute. It was snug fit, but it was worth it. The sensation was so marvelous that it was therapeutic almost. It seemed to have an opposite effect on Rukia. Her breathing grew heavier.

God she had never been spread this wide before. He was a monster. That dick of his was absolute beast. A small part of her feared it would tear her apart. The fact that inexperienced Orihime had taken in such a beast amazed her. Her slender body was jazzed on both trepidation and ecstasy. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he told her. Oh how wrong he was. The boy was too big. Didn’t he realize how much of monster it was? Monsters destroyed. It would destroy her if she let it. That thought alone made her dripping wet. It was exhilarating. Rukia wasn’t about to let some boy who just recently lost his virginity destroy her. That would not happen. She was going to tame this monster!

“Fuck me.”

He frowned. “What?”

“Fuck me,” she repeated. She had said that so many times now it might as well have been her catchphrase.

“Isn’t that what I’m doing?” Sarcasm was lost in midst of the grunt he managed.

“No. You’re struggling trying to get it all in. Just take it out and thrust it back in.” He followed her command. It was both a relief and disappointment when he exited her. It was short lived. Her new lover thrust back into her. “Yes, just like that.” He no longer needed her instruction. Ichigo was already pulling out. The fool wasn’t hopeless after all. He built up a groove with his lazy, yet frantic thrusts at the same time. Pleasure started erupting through her body. How could she forget this feeling? How could she forget how great this felt?

“Oh god!” she moaned. “Oh god! This feels so good!” Ichigo pounded into her, still struggling to sheath. That monster of his went deeper and deeper with each thrust. The further it reached into her the more intense delight burned within her body.

Ichigo’s self-control was faltering fast. He continued to thrust at a slow pace, but just barely. He couldn’t get over how her vaginal walls gripped his member so strongly yet felt so amazing. “Damn it! How can you be this tight?” he moaned.

“I think….. the…. problem…is you’re ridiculously huge,” she countered. Her hands traveled under his shirt. His chest felt so firm. She approved of his physique. He really was the splitting image of Kaien. Ichigo’s hands crawled to her shapely thighs. “Go….faster…” she pleaded.

“Y-you…s-sure?”

“Yes!” she exclaimed with no hesitation.

Not wanting to disappoint his strict mentor Ichigo increased his speed. He threw caution into the wind and shoved his dick as far as he could. It elicited a mournful howl. He instantly stopped in fear of harming her, but Rukia demanded he keep going. The orange haired boy pumped in and out of her relentlessly. “Rukia….Rukia….you feel…..feel so g-gooooood….” Her pussy refused to accept all of him, but strangely enough it ensnared Ichigo more. It was too enticing and felt incredible. He could get used to this. The girl was going to town on his throat. He didn’t need any hickeys. That would just lead to unnecessary hassle from curious people, especially his father and Keigo. Did he just think about his dad during sex? Thankfully it was a fleeting thought. Rukia’s efforts banished it.

He was throbbing so intensely that she swore his cock was almost stuck against her drenched walls. He wasn’t going to last at this rate. Pressure was building up steady, but she wasn’t up to an orgasm yet. She needed more time. “Let’s switch positions.” She didn’t think he heard her at first, but thrusting stopped. Rukia flipped him around and rushed to slip his shirt off. How she enjoyed the sight of his well chiseled muscles. Rukia strode over him she couldn’t help, but smirk.

“That’s not fair,” he complained. The depowered Shinigami rushed out of her shirt and bra. How would he react to her chest or lack of one? He had been with buxom like Inoue. Her self-consciousness was misplaced. Ichigo ogled her small breasts as if they were the most desirable things in the whole world. At this moment perhaps they were to him. His fingers brushed nipples and made her moan. Next his whole hand grabbed her breasts, with palms brushing her nipples. Rukia’s cries of passion began anew.

He liked the feel of her breasts against his hands. He fondled the tiny mounds of flesh to his heart content finding satisfaction in Rukia’s almost silent whimpering. The raven haired woman brushed her heat against his throbbing cock. She was careful not to insert it. She just brushed her nether lips against head. It caused tremors erupt within her. “Rukia,” Ichigo breathed out roughly. He wasn’t in the mood for her teasing. It was tempting to continue to toy with him the truth was she was just as anxious as he was. Rukia lowered herself onto his hardness without much difficulty. He was still not balls deep, but she managed to nestle in at least a third of him in.

She rode him hard. Rukia looked down to see his eyes bulged out of their sockets. He hadn’t been expecting her to ride him like this. She wasn’t a blushing virgin who needed to be instructed on what to do. She was every bit the vixen he claimed her to be. She wasn’t afraid to take what she wanted. “What’s wrong? You don’t like this?”

Finally catching on Ichigo hips pumped upward and met her thrusts. “You love the sound of your own voice.” He grumbled, but his actions betrayed his words. Ichigo pumped aggressively, meeting her aggressive thrusts. It was so primal and crude, yet felt so heavenly. Was this because she hadn’t experienced the pleasure of flesh in such a long time or was it because of her partner? Rukia didn’t know nor care. The only thing that mattered is that she wanted it harder.

“Damn it!” he exclaimed. “You are going so fast…..”

“Can’t keep up?”

“Like hell I can’t.” Ichigo matched her frantic movements. His bed had long been quaking, but she could have sworn she heard it creak. There was nothing gentle in their movements at all. They fucked as hard they could. He eagerly took hold of her breast in his mouth and sucked hard.

“Aaaaaaahhhh!” She loved to have her nipples sucked on. It felt absolutely spectacular! The feel of his warm tongue stroking her hardened nipples, while his mouth sucked as if he was trying to drink milk from it was breath taking. She could attest to that literally. “Yes! Oh god yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” Familiar sensation was boiling in the pit of her belly. It slowly rose and drove thoughts out of her mind. “I’m so close.”

Upon hearing that Ichigo strove to thrust harder. His body was going to be sore in the morning. He wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t sleep in. Her walls tightened around him. With all the pressure building the orange haired boy recognized his climax was nearing. He tried everything within his power to prevent the inevitable. She was almost there. He just had to last a little bit longer. Ichigo was finding that to be easier said than done. Thoughts of old hags or family members could delay him so long.

“Ka….Ka….Ka….” Rukia’s incoherent blathering fueled the fire in his loins more. Her hands clapped on his buttocks. “Ha….ha….Ka….Kai…..” Remembering his family below Rukia bit her lip, but muffled whimpers could still be heard. Seeing Rukia’s quivering lips sparked something inside of him. Before he knew it he exploded violently. Ironically enough his release had pushed Rukia over the threshold of unmeasurable sense of ecstasy. He watched as her body convulsed, yet she kept her lips sealed. His sexual charged moans overpowered her sobs.

Fatigue bombarded him. Ichigo collapsed on his back. Rukia wasn’t far behind him. Labored breath the unlikely lovers basked in the afterglow. Who would have thought the night would take this turn? Everything felt strangely clear yet hazy at the same time. Otherworldly sensation lulled Ichigo into numb state. It was so relaxing. He couldn’t wrap his head around how amazing he felt, despite being exhausted. He could just lay there for hours without a care in the world. Who would have thought all he needed to do to get her to cum was cum insider her.

Then it hit him. He had cum inside of her. “Oh shit! How could I be so stupid?!” he cried.

“What’s wrong now?” Rukia whined, annoyed at Ichigo.

“I just came inside you!”

“And?”

He couldn’t believe his ears. How did she not get it? “I could have got you pregnant!” he hissed.

“Fool,” she almost sighed. “This is a fake body. While it is advance enough to simulate almost every bodily function the one thing that gigai body won’t allow for a human to impregnate me.”

“Are you sure?” he asked worriedly. Fatherhood wasn’t something he wanted to embark on this soon.

“I’m sure.” It was one of the selling points of that cheeky bastard Urahara. He said it with a lecherous grin, as if she was going to go around having sex with humans. Ichigo relaxed again. It was about time he stopped overthinking. The whole point of this was to stop worrying. His eyelids closed and she found herself admiring his looks. He was handsome just like Kaien. She found herself comparing them still. Of course she couldn’t. She wasn’t thinking about Ichigo in the throes of sexual desire and lust. In her mind she was looking at Kaien.

It got so bad that toward the end she had to bite her lip to keep from calling out Kaien’s name. It wasn’t wrong to imagine someone else other than your partner during sex. According to her study material of Human World it was normal. Something told her that wasn’t exactly normal. Rukia had let her conflicting emotions from Kaien to spur her on. The depowered Shinigami felt hollow after coming to that realization. Was she really such a selfish person? “Ichigo.”

He didn’t respond. Sleep had claimed him. Rukia was left to her own thoughts. She was so mixed up. It felt so good and right at the time, but now it felt wrong and selfish. The messed up part was that she wanted to go another round. Damn, why did this have to be so complicated? All this did was complicate things even more. Leave it to her to make even more of a mess. She was overthinking things just as she had criticized Ichigo for. There was nothing complicated about it. What they did was normal. It eased both of them and they enjoyed it. Seeking pleasure and forgetting her troubles was perfectly natural. She would be gone tomorrow and out of his life for good. It was just one night. They would have fun for this one night. Rukia kissed his chest and caused him to stir. There was nothing wrong with this. It was just one night. She just needed one night without thinking.
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