Lemon Warning.

Rukia giggles excitedly as she drags Ichigo through the winding halls of the Kuchiki mansion, her speed unhindered by her stiletto heels across the lacquered wooden floors. The walls are mostly barren, occasionally being adorned with a framed family heirloom or painting that interrupt the pristine white of the walls inside the estate. The doors to the rooms being the traditional rice paper style though they are able to be looked from the inside with a turn of a small latch. Ichigo's heart races with slight anxiety, but also excitement as she leads him around the last turn and towards her bedroom. The hall is sparse, but there are other doors that lead into adjacent rooms where guests would stay. Rukia's room is at the end of the hall, almost indistinguishable from the surrounding sliding doors except for the poorly drawn rabbits that sit in a frame beside her door. The date of the picture reads July 15th 1932 with names next to the rabbits that she drew. One with spiky pineapple-like hair labeled Renji, one with her own hair style, one that is blonde with a flare of red named Homura and a dark gray haired rabbit named Shizuku underneath. He recognized Renji's name but the other ones he didn't though their place in drawing led him to believe that they were her friends growing up. She slides open the rice paper door, letting go of his hand for a brief moment in order to do so. Behind it is a small entry hallway leading to a violet colored door that displays her name on a piece of wood nailed to the center of the door.

Rukia opens the second door to her room, dragging Ichigo inside as she does so. She doesn't bother to flip the switch to the light as the glow from the fireworks outside. Unlike the rest of the seireitei, she had a proper queen sized bed that was neatly made covered in royal purple sheets and white pillows. A few rabbit themed plushies sit neatly against the small mountain of pillows under her headboard. Above her bed is a rack for her two Zanpakutos to sit. Sode no Shirayuki and Sode Chimamire no Fuyu sit in a katana stand with the white blade on top and the red blade underneath. Ichigo had put Zangetsu in his lieutenant's quarters back in the squad five barracks but he made a mental note to get a proper stand for his sword and to take better care of it in general. Rukia turns to face him with a smile pressed to her lips, her eyes half lidded in a seductive expression as she's briefly illuminated by a white glow from a firework exploding far above. Each distant boom of a firework shell exploding emulates his nervous heartbeats, and that anxious excited feeling magnifies as she undoes the white sash around her waist. She slowly unwraps the pristine white silk from her waist, taking her time making every second, she spends moving it around her waist, last what feels like forever.

Every part of him has to resist the urge to rend the offending article of clothing off of her, but she finally manages to remove the sash. She drapes the piece of silk over one of the posts of her bed before grabbing the strings that tie the overlapping parts of her kimono together. With a gentle tug the knot tying it together comes undone and she allows the crimson kimono to fall open revealing her soft, flawless pale skin underneath. She had no wrappings around her breasts, nothing covering her lower half, she was bare and exposed to the man who risked life, death and his immortal soul to save her. Ichigo himself is left to play catch up and undo his haori and yukata but it doesn't take him long to do so. She pushes her hands on his shoulders just as he gets the sash that belts his haori and yukata together off. Her hands guide him to her bed before pushing him against it. He now lays flat on his back against the soft fabric of her bedding, staring up at the Kuchiki princess. She finally lets the kimono she wore fall to the ground, the silk dress sliding off her body like beads of water. He swallows the nervousness that is choking his voice as he stares at her perfect body.

"Y-you s-sure we can do this?" He stammers, failing to hide the nervous tone. "B-byakuya will kill me i-" She raises a finger to his lips, silencing him. The look on her face telling him that this is just between them.

She trails her finger from his lips down to the crease of his Yukata, it latches over the fold before it is accompanied by the rest of her fingers. She brings her other hand up to the fold before pulling them aside, her fingertips tracing against the toned and chiseled muscles of his chest. Unlike her, his skin is riddled with the scars of battle, most importantly a jagged puckered scar sits in the center of his chest just over his heart. The skin is noticeably discolored from the rest of his flesh, appearing indented and slightly darker than the surrounding area, stretch marks fractal out from the initial wound making it look far worse after it had healed than it did the day that it occurred. It is the one scar on his body that she inflicted on him, one that wasn't out of malice, but out of desperation for the both of them. She traces her fingers through the formerly damaged skin, the warmth of his body a stark contrast against her own chill touch. "That is the only one that didn't hurt." He says watching her study the edges of the gnarled scar he earned the night he became a soul reaper. Turning her attention away from the scar on the center of his chest, she pulls apart the fabric still covering him exposing his entire torso. He sits up just enough to take his arms out of his sleeves. Rukia turns her attention to the grieves he wears beneath them, tied at the waist with a small string that is easily undone. She sinks off the side of her bed, latching her fingers at the waistband of his pants, yanking them down with her as she sinks to the floor.

Once he is free of any offending clothing, she immediately drags her tongue along the inside of his thigh and up towards his penis. Her cold tongue causes shivers to radiate through his body and goosebumps to prick up again. With much more ferocity than their escapades in the hot springs, she wraps her fingers around his length then her lips over the tip. Kissing and lathering her hand on his member. Her hand traveling between her legs to slither their way into her core so that he isn't the only one being pleasured. He snakes his fingers into her hair as she bobs her head over his tip, her hand cranking in tandem with the movements of her head. She begins to add her tongue, swirling it around the tip in extremely slow movements. The feeling leaves him on cloud nine, but the fact he isn't doing anything for her bugs him. He sits up and taps his index finger on the side of her head gently twice prompting her to stop and remove his penis from her mouth. Once his member is free, he shifts his hands under her arms and hoists her up. The sudden move causes her to let out a small yelp of surprise as she is lifted and placed on her bed with Ichigo on top of her now.

The sudden move surprises her, as she is now laying on her back with Ichigo kneeling over her arched legs. Her arms are tucked inward over her chest as she stares down at him as he trails his hands up the sides of her thighs. When he reaches her knees, he places his hands on top of them before gently pushing her legs apart. She allows him to do so, keeping her eyes locked with him the entire time as he copies what she did to him. He leans down towards her, gently placing kisses along the inside of her legs inching closer and closer to her womanhood. Her breathing quickens when she feels his warm breath against her most delicate area, the burning nervous and excited feeling stirring within her. As soon as his lips press against her lower set, she gasps at the feeling. Her eyes going as wide as possible as she pushes against the sheets of her bed, her fingers collecting the fabric gripping it tightly. He grins against her seeing the reaction, deciding he wants to see her do that again, he slithers his tongue between lower lips. The colder temperature of her body is still something he'd need to get used to, it being a side effect of her powers as a soul reaper. The velvety skin inside her feels similar to that of the inside of her mouth, but her juices that saturate her womanhood taste sweet inviting his tongue to explore further into her. Getting a mischievous idea, he presses his tongue as far as it will go inside her, opening his mouth over her pussy. Feeling his hot mouth and tongue burry deeper and leeper leaves her breathless.

She grips the sheets tighter, feeling his tongue slither voraciously inside her pussy. Her hips bucking forwards against his jaw as he wraps his arms under her legs and grips her tighter. Each time he moves his tongue she fails to keep herself from vocalizing the pleasure radiating through her body. "I-Ichiiiiieee." She moans, not even able to get his name out of her mouth "Aaahhhh." She gasps, breathing heavily as his tongue dances about inside her. Sensing she is getting close, Ichigo retracts his tongue and flattens it pressing hard against her aching pussy. As he gets to the top, his tongue presses against the swollen bud at the top of her pussy. The contact short circuits her brain with a rush of pleasure she couldn't even imagine. "Ichigoooooh~" She screams, her legs clamping closed around his head as her body spasms from being sent over the edge. Locked against her pussy, Ichigo decides to amplify her pleasure, he sucks at the swollen bud of her clit playing with it feverishly with her tongue. She screams again, grabbing his head with both hands, burying her fingers in his soft spiky hair. She pants breathlessly as she comes down from her climax, her legs falling to the side as the experience has left them feeling like jelly.

Ichigo sits up after she releases him, a satisfied expression present on his face but his erection is almost painful at this point. As she catches her breath and comes down, Ichigo scootches closer to her, grabbing her legs before wrapping them over his thighs. He rests his penis against the lips of her pussy, as she stares down at it. With his hips against hers, his member is long enough to reach the abs just below her bellybutton. Big enough to touch every millimeter of her womanhood. She feels him slide his full length between her lips, moistening him so that when he pierces her it won't be painful. He shifts back slightly, enough to align himself with her opening. He gazes up at her again, making sure that she is ready for him. Her form is hued in an orange glow from the twinkling lights outside, the same color as his hair. As the light fades he comes back into view again, this time bathed in a soft violet light from another firework, she nods seeing the look of concern in her eyes. "Slowly, Ichigo. Make love to me." She says, her voice sweet and pleading. The spiritual pressure she is emitting radiates intense desire and want and his reciprocating those same feelings. He grabs himself making sure that he guides his member into her slowly so as to not cause her pain.

The feeling of him penetrating her for the first time eclipses any moment of pleasure she had experienced or ever could imagine. His member is like a rod of fire in her icy core, filling her body with waves of heat. With each centimeter he presses into her, he feels that he will cum from just the first thrust into her. Her pussy tightening around him, salivating more and more as he presses into her. She clasps both hands over her mouth in order to silence herself from screaming as the tip of his penis kisses her cervix. He is completely inside her, all the way to the base, he can feel her tightening and quivering around him. She breathes heavily after removing her hands from her mouth, reaching up for Ichigo to interlock his fingers with hers. He retracks his length almost as slowly as his initial entrance, both of them finding difficulties to keep their voices down and restrain themselves to make it last longer. He slowly begins to increase his pace, pushing in and out of her, the pleasure building much faster than when he was using his tongue down there.

"Ichi, please go faster." She begs, and immediately he obeys her. Picking up pace, his length going from base to tip each time his hips move. She opens her mouth to let a loud moan escape but she is silenced by him capturing her lips in a sloppy kiss. With each thrust her body jiggles, her small breasts bouncing about on her chest like they were filled with water. The muscle in her thighs and ass ripples as the thrust of his hips into hers gets progressively faster. She wraps her hands around his back, her fingers pressing into the muscle around his shoulderblades with her legs locking around his pelvis. His hands find purchase underneath her arms, holding her back and part of her ribs for support as he increases in ferocity. He breaks away from the kiss, now focusing on sucking and playfully biting the skin by her neck allowing his grunts and her moans to fill the silence between thunderous booms of fireworks. As his member sheethes itself completely within her once more, she climaxes again this time the pleasure is so intense that she squirts on him. Though startled by how violent her climax was, it doesn't deter him from continuing to fuck her. Instead it is encouraging. Her gasps, moans and yelps begin to turn to giggles.

He separates from the newly formed hickey he made on her neck, a burst of lilac blue illuminates the room bathing them in the same hue. Ichigo sees that Rukia's left eye had changed colors, it's now the amber color of her hollow yet no mask was forming. "Why'd you stop Ichigo?" Rukia asks, though in the same breath Hoakita's voice is heard as well. "Is it my turn to take over?" She asks and before he could answer, she presses her elbows hard into the mattress and shifts her weight flipping the both of them. She now situates herself over top of him, sitting high over his head with his penis buried all the way to her womb. "Time to let us take our turn Ichi, and don't worry. Zangetsu isn't gonna interrupt you. He's on a date with Shirayuki at the moment so it's just the three of us." Rukia and Hoakita speak in tandem with each other. She presses her hands into his pecs and begins bouncing her hips on him. Each time she does his head gets dangerously close to piercing her cervix and womb. "Oh Fuck yeah." The vizard speaks, the soft mushy love making turning to something more primal and instinctual. She bounces her hips and grinds them forwards making his member move more abrasively against her inside. "Ahh, you're so fucking deep. Give it to me, fuck me Ichigo!" the vizard curses, Ichigo didn't know it was so hot to hear her speak dirty to him.

He grabs her by the thighs and thrusts hard upwards as she bounces into him, when she goes up, he retracts further before slamming hard into her again."Fuck yes. Like that. Harder Ichigo! Faster!. I don't want to walk for a century. Fuck me harder!" She demands, and who is he to say no? He does as asked, moving his hands up to just above her hips, he grabs her tightly and begins slamming himself into her as fast as he can go. She screams feeling him rail her as fast as he can, her legs spasming from another intense climax. Her hands move from his abs, her right traveling to play with her clit and the other clutching her breast pinching her own nipple and rolling it between her fingers. "I... I'm g-gonna." He stammers, his thrusts starting to become arrhythmic and erratic. "Cum in me, I want it! I Need it! I want every ounce! Every drop!" She shouts, a manic insane smile present on her face as she slams her hips down on him a final time. The act causes him to pierce her whom, the tip of his head just peeking inside as the first spurt of cum shoots into her. "Rukia!!!" He shouts, sitting upwards and wrapping his arms around her, so tightly thinking if he ever let go he'd never get to hold her again. The vizard woman also shares in this climax, stretching backwards and letting out a loud scream, her tongue hanging out of her mouth. His cum floods her, the feeling as if it is white hot as the pleasure burns itself into her core. He slumps backwards onto her bed panting from exhaustion, sweaty and sapped of both Reishi and energy.

Rukia falls on him, using what little energy she has to remove himself from her and flop over on her side panting heavily. The two lovers lay next to each other as the lights from outside begin to die down, the festival that Kukaku and Isshin had put together coming to an end. "I-I hate t-that you can't stay with me t-tonight." Rukia says through brief pants, Ichigo raises a hand and cups the side of her cheek with a soft smile on his face. "I-i'll see you tomorrow." She says as he sits up from her bed. He grabs a small towel from her nightstand and hands it to her so she can clean herself up from their night together. He turns and presses his lips against hers a final time, "I love you." he says after separating from her. "I love you too, Ichigo." She responds with a smile. She falls back onto her sheets as he gathers his clothes and dresses himself as best as he can, her wishing she could gaze at him still naked for a few moments longer. He walks to the door and exits her room, being careful to not make any noise behind him. Once he is out of the room, she takes a deep breath and brings an arm over her eyes. Recounting their lover's embrace a single question crosses her mind, Where had he been all her life?

Ichigo slides the rice paper door open to the hallway from earlier, as soon as he does so he freezes seeing someone look at him. At the other end of the hall is Yoruichi locking eyes with the young soul reaper. A grin forms over her face as she winks at him and gives him a thumbs up. Ichigo doesn't respond, instead he quickly ushers himself into one of the guest rooms a couple halls over from where Rukia's room is. As he lies down on the soft bed, he sees Yoruichi jump up on the window sill in the form of a cat. "Relax Ichi, your secret is safe with me. Your dad actually told me to go make sure Byakuya didn't find out." She says before jumping off the windowsill and into the night. "Feels good when you give in to your instincts, doesn't it Ichigo?" Zangetsu asks, and Ichigo laughs to himself. "Yeah. It sure does." He responds, turning over on his side he let's sleep take him.