Affected By Death

Chapter 21: Sexual Desires

Ichigo's eyes roam over the tattered and skimpy outfit that Rukia has been designated to wear for the operation today.

"If you wear that, it'll look like you've already been molested," Ichigo says, not really liking that his cute little wife will even be thought of in such a degrading way by any man.

"I told you about the debate...they were going to present me as a virgin to the slave trade, but instead, they figured it would be way more believable that someone couldn't keep his hands off of me to make it as realistic as possible." Rukia tells him, sighing at his resistance, since it's futile.

"Then maybe I should have my way with you before you leave...so that it's really believable." Ichigo says, and Rukia starts to smile as she yanks up the tattered clothes, backing away from him.

"Haven't you had enough since last night?" She asks, but she doesn't expect her husband to dive at her.

He tackles her to the ground, and there's a glint in his eyes.

"No honey, it's got to be realistic! Hopefully there's a bump on your head, so that nobody at the FBI will be tempted to make it realistic." Ichigo says before he kisses her neck, and Rukia snorts...then sighs.

"Idiot! What kind of men do you think are in the FBI? They're admirable, honorable, and courageous men!" Rukia argues, since she's worked with them before.

"I've got something you should really admire," Ichigo says, before he rips off his robe, revealing an erection that gets his wife's eyes really wide.

"You're insatiable..." Rukia whispers, and Ichigo grins.

"And I've got you right where I want you...underneath me." Ichigo declares, but then he feels some tiny hands squeezing his ass, and he flinches since she's far from gentle.

"I want it rough, Ichigo." His wife orders, and that leaves him feeling a bit confused.

Did I fall into her trap or something?

"Can you handle it?" Ichigo asks smartly, before she squeezes his ass again, and he lets himself put most of his weight on her, mashing his body into hers, before kissing her fiercely.

"I want to try it rough with you, for now just pretend that you're involved in the case...and you're the one who cannot stop himself from taking me for the first time. I know you remember how that felt. Take control of this role, and we'll act this out together." Rukia says, after he pulls away, and he shrugs, even though he's a bit worried.

"I'll give you whatever you want," Ichigo promises, before he grabs her hair in his hands, yanking her head up, and kissing her ferociously, like a man who hasn't seen or touched a woman in twenty years.

Rukia moans into his mouth, not fearing what's to come, since she's heard good things about rough sex from her friend Rangiku.

I want to try everything interesting with the man I love...

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When Rukia leaves, Ichigo is left feeling waves of guilt rush over his body. He's quite certain he hurt her...but she'd wanted it, encouraged it, hadn't asked him to stop, on the contrary, she provoked him to get more rough, more dominant, and then she'd come straight out and told him to make it so rough it hurt.