An authors note: Imminent Lemon warning. As far as this chapter goes, the true debauchery is just beginning. And while practically anything flies with an M rating, my conscience feels at ease when I warn readers beforehand. We are only just at the gate.

Bleach: Lolita

The Beginning of Ichina

Despite her infuriated departure, Ichina returned to me ready to work within the hour, stoic in her silk royal blue kimono and pointedly freshened.

"Much better." I remarked as she settled into a chair beside me, organizing her belongings. Her eyes dipped to the floor where I was laying and narrowed at me icily.

"Are you comfortable down there?" She asked venomously, tapping her pen against her leg rhythmically.

I lay on my back with my hands behind my head, watching the young woman insert her bitchy aura into my cell. It was uneducated carelessness that gave Ichina a sense of security around me. She was comfortable enough in my presence to place herself within arms reach of me and bestow upon me her attitude and sass. I looked up at her pompous expression somewhat bothered by the lack of precaution she was showing. Did she not realize that even while suppressed and unarmed, I could reach up and snap her neck a total of 12 times before the guards would come to her aid? Surely my loving looks didn't woo her so thoroughly that she would drop her guard around me to such an extent. Was she so fatally ignorant?

"Where did I last leave off, dear?" I asked playfully, closing me eyes.

"Yachiru Unohana had just finished molesting you." She answered without missing a step.

"Captain Unohana." I corrected her insubordination. "You are getting a bit too comfortable with me. Your tone has become like that of a peer. Gradually, you've gotten more and more casual."

Ichina smacked her lips in disapproval, "You never respect me as a scribe and you constantly tease and provoke me into saying things. You're to blame, Lieutenant Haki."

And so I teased.

"By the way, you smell wonderful, Ichina. I am sure you placed yourself near to me so that I would notice your perfume-"

"You see?! you've started it again!"

"While I am flattered by your advances, I have to stress the professionalism that must be observed in our relationship."

"Advances? You are a perverted man-"

"And you are a perverted woman."

"I am not." She hissed indignantly, "You're being childish now."

"What is his name?" I asked with a wicked expression, "The man you were with earlier, when you were supposed to be training?"

I let the depth of her silence linger before I opened my eyes to gaze at her. Her stricken expression pleased me thoroughly. I had caught her unprepared for such a revelation. Before she could deny, I forced my way through with details.

"I did tell you I have a keen sense of smell, Ichina." I chuckled, "The odor of your act was quite pungent on your skin. I am a wolf above all else, and it would be best if you never allow yourself such a childish lapse in judgment around someone like me."

Her embarrassment shined mercilessly and I was satisfied.

"You are a young woman and you have your needs-"

"Stop." She ordered, glowering down at me, her cheeks aflame. "It sounds indecent coming from you."

"I would suggest you place your goals in the academy above your fleshly desires, Ichina-chan~" I said, shaking a finger at her playfully.

"Forget this." She growled, shooting up from her chair. "I really hate men like you. I won't be judged by your kind."

"Oh, how unexpected!" I said in a parody of surprise, "Giving up so easily? No wonder you're out fooling around instead of bettering yourself. Apparently you put out a lot more than you put in."

I rolled out of the way of the ink bottle she sent at me. It erupted against the wall, splattering my white robes with black mess.

"Men like you!" She yelled, "You think less of me because-"

She looked around wildly, and to my surprise she went for the chair, lifting it over her head and aiming. I sidestepped her throw and grabbed her arm, yanking her forward.

"Sit down." I commanded, using her forward momentum to throw her to the floor. She collapsed to the ground, and made to return to her feet, but I was already on top of her. Ichina's eyes widened fearfully as I forced her back to the floor with one arm, a firm grip on her neck.

"Should I rip off your head?" I asked thoughtfully, as she struggled uselessly trying to pry my grip from her throat.

"How?!" She croaked, in shock of how much strength I had in reserve.

"If you do not stop your squirming I will kill you." I informed her quickly, forcing her head to lie flat against the floor. "I have nothing to lose and have no use for you if you do not comply. The guards will be here momentarily to inspect the commotion. When they enter you are to act as if we are in the midst of intercourse. Do exactly as I say or I will end you."

She let out a choking gasp as I rolled to my back, forcing her to place herself on top of me. I heard the clink of my cell door as the guards entered.

"Miss Fu-" One of them spoke out, startled.

"G-get out!" She croaked, "W-we're-"

The guards surveyed the mess with dawning comprehension.

"She's a rough one." The weasel-voiced guard chuckled gleefully. "We didn't realize-"

"Just go!" She insisted with a violent snarl.

"Oh my... Well done, Lieutenant." The other guard commended as the two exited the cell, laughing heartily. I waited for the sound of the cell door to latch shut before easing my grip on the woman's throat.

"Get off of me." I ordered, "Wait a few minutes before you leave."

Ichina's eyes filled and she flushed them with her eyelashes, causing the tears to fall. I felt the cool drops splash on my chin as the girls body shuddered and her breath hitched. I watched her inhale sharply as she straddled me, covering her eyes with the sleeve of her kimono. I waited as she fell apart, sputtering in whiny little squeaks.

She even cried like a child.

"I h-hate..." She sputtered, "M-m-men like y-ou."

Her free hand clenched at my robe tightly as she went on weeping.

"Wh-why do m-men treat m-me like this?!"

"Because you are insufferably dim-witted." I offered in an unapologetic tone.

"Y-you don't know me!" She wailed, "What did I ever d-do to you?!"

I groaned inwardly at her childish drivel. There was no depth to this woman. Even the guards disrespected her by seeing her fit to be nothing more than a call girl.

"It was M-my instructor." She warbled, her voice muffled behind her sleeve. "H-he wanted-"

"You've been screwing around with your Zanjutsu instructor?" I asked, not bothering to mask my amusement. She finally lowered her arm from her face, glowering at me with those red-rimmed, tearful brown orbs.

"If I d-don't obey him he'll force me-"

Lies.

"You stupid girl." I spat, finally flinging her from off of me. She dragged herself away terrified as I stood. I looked down at the wench distastefully as she cowered into a corner, drawing her knees up to her chest.

"I am no fool for you to spin your lies with." I said, wiping ink from my hands. "You are out of your derelict mind if you think I am not aware of what goes on in the academy. "

I wasn't surprised that one of those squad 11 barbarians would posture and take advantage of a young student, especially one as naive as Ichina. (I have witnessed similar situations first-hand) But even then, no shinigami would be willing to risk their increased pay simply to force a student to mate with them. It was more likely the instructor saw that Ichina was vapid and insecure enough to be misled into accepting the suggestion. The woman had given herself willingly and was likely receiving higher marks in exchange for her body.

"What you should hate more than a man like me, is a woman like yourself." I said sternly.

I decided to add a probing stab, "What would your father say to your behavior?"

"He wouldn't care." She hissed angrily, eyeing me with increased animosity. "He is far too busy to pay any mind to his undesirable daughter. He always wanted his first-born to be male, but he got me instead."

I prodded more, "You speak of leaving behind a legacy while you tarnish your fathers name-"

"BUT MY NAME MEANS NOTHING TO HIM!" She exclaimed dramatically, and her eyes began to swell again.

It was a loathsome blessing being presented with such a dolt of a woman. I was so disgusted with her personality that I was almost willing to abandon my plan to use her for my own good, but I swallowed my contempt and regained my control. Ichina appeared to be desperate to fill in the void her father left by being displeased with her gender. She was growing up with the ailment, looking for older men to pick up what he had abandoned.

I would have to grudgingly accept the role long enough to use her.

"Come here, Ichina." I called, holding a hand out towards her. She recoiled at the gesture, glaring at me hatefully. I sighed, approaching her huddled form.

"It will do you well to never lie to me, do you understand?" I said, leaving my hand outstretched.

"Why should I take orders from you?" she whined feebly, "Y-you technically don't have rank over me anymore! You're just a criminal waiting to be executed."

"And you are just a little girl in need of a spanking." I retorted impatiently. "But I will never harm you as long as you do what I say."

"Why don't you just kill me?" She asked, slapping my hand away. "You won't trust me to leave here without speaking about what you've done."

Her words brought on a pang of memories and my heart softened a fraction.

"Really?" I chuckled, "What good will it do you? I am already marked for death. They won't bother disciplining me for manhandling you. They will simply remove you from duty and have me wait out my days in solitude. "The guards hardly care what happens to you in here. They only hope that misfortune won't happen on their watch, as it will affect their promotions."

I offered my hand again. "The more things change, the more they remain the same. This place has always been ran by criminals. I was brought up by the same scum you admire and adore today. Besides, do you think a shinigami capable of killing one of the 13 squad captains will go willingly on their terms?"

"You have no choice!" She growled, once again slapping my hand away. "If you had means to prevent this you would have done so already."

"My methods are beyond your comprehension. Even if I showed you every step and detailed every maneuver, you would never come to an understanding. You are a pretty child, but beyond the aesthetics, you have nothing to offer as you are now."

For the final time, I offered her my hand.

"If you are willing, I can steer you from your ineptitude. I have made a place for you with me, Ichina. If you truly wish to leave a mark in history that your father can never ignore, take my hand and follow my lead. But from this point forward, you cannot lie to me. I have to trust you and you will have to trust me."

"What do you need from me?" She asked suspiciously, wiping tears from her eyes with her sleeves.

"I don't need anything from you." I responded, careful to mask my words. "I can carry out my plans with or without you, but I think it would be better if you were to remain alive. I do not say this to scare you, I am only being transparent. I think you are a cracked soul in need of my mending. Even I was lost in the beginning."

"I don't know what you mean." She muttered grudgingly, but I could tell her guard had been lowered slightly.

I knelt down, bringing myself eye-level with the woman. I was having trouble romanticizing the issue with words, and as I sought her eyes with my own, I found a steamy glimmer within her that I couldn't neglect to address any longer. Despite my roughhousing, I could sense that our brief tumble had somehow aroused the young woman.

"He was your first, wasn't he?" I asked softly, reaching a finger out to caress the girls cheek. She flinched at my touch but did not pull away, allowing me to maneuver the stray strands of hair from in front of her face. I watched her intently, searching for an answer to my question through her aura. She avoided my probing gaze, and I rose up satisfied. She was still so young, and though she had been misled and tainted, she was fresh enough to mold to my liking. I knew then that I had to show her a side of intimacy that she had likely never seen from her brutish instructor. It would force me to sully myself again, but it was the most viable way to tip Ichina to my ways.

"Here, take my hand." I instructed soothingly. Ichina's young features flickered in confusion at my demeanor, and her eyes went to my outstretched hand.

After an aching moment, she slowly placed her palm into mine, not minding the smear of ink. Miss Fugaku yielded to my gentle tug and rose from the floor with grace. I suddenly had her moving to my whim.

"I don't know what you want from me." She muttered again, shying. "But I know you will kill me if I don't play along."

I tilted the girls chin up and she gave me a confounded expression.

"Do you mind if I kiss you?" I asked, surprising the woman with my need for consent. She watched me with an uncomprehending expression, her breath brushing against my face in sharp gusts. There was some relenting struggle within her that petered out and caused her eyes to soften under my gaze.

"Why?" She whispered sadly, "You're..."

I came forward a bit, bringing my lips towards hers and was quite pleased with her response. She edged upwards of her own accord, closing the gap between our breaths. Her lips were soft and moist, saturated with the salt of her tears. It was likely a carnal desire that caused her to yield to me so easily. I had known the girl found my appearance pleasing, as most her age would, but her willingness to taste me was yearning and appreciative. I placed my arms around the small of her back as her uneducated tongue slid and frolicked around my own. Her arms went up and encircled my shoulders as we sunk deeper into the oral embrace, pulling me closer towards her. I acquiesced to her need and drew her body flesh against my own so that we were properly tangled.

The woman's mouth work was sloppy. Saliva spilled from her copiously and she continued tonguing me as her spit sloshed and dribbled from our lips. It was an alien experience to me, as I wasn't accustomed to someones glands working to such a profuse degree. I pulled a way and her breath came out in audible gasps. Her mouth dripped messy and wet, and she licked at her lips.

"Ha..." She started breathily as her chest heaved against mine. I marveled at the glaze in her eyes as she quickly pecked at my lips with kisses, trying to get me to open up to her again. At this point I could have flipped her to her knees and pounded her insides with all of the rawness of an animal in heat, but I knew I had to remold her idea of what sex could truly amount to. My task was to overwrite everything her Zanjutsu instructor had laid into her in order to properly make her mine.

I dreaded the toll these acts would take on my pride but I pressed onward. I pressed forward again and our lips sealed to each other. We stumbled backwards until her back hit a wall and her hands fumbled at my waist, hastily trying to undo my robe. I took liberties, probing the inside of her young mouth with my tongue and Ichina fidgeted excitedly, letting off girlish squeaks as she exhaled into me. My hands found the sash to her kimono and began unfastening her clothing, but Ichina forcefully broke away from our entanglement, pushing me a foot backwards. For a moment I thought she was denying me the right, but she began skillfully disrobing from her ornate dress, loosening the tying until the expensive fabric began to slide down her shoulders.

She paused for a moment with an expectant gleam in her eye and I realized she was waiting for me to disrobe with the same enthusiasm. She was an absolute horny thing now, I could tell. I deftly disrobed from my stained covering, partially revealing myself and letting the robe fall to the floor. Her eyes instinctively fell to my undergarments and I gave an amused smirk at her eagerness. This woman was in full on mating mode, drunken in lust. Her initial fear was so close to arousal that her body made the shift effortlessly.

My manhood was on an erect path as I took in the girls slender form. Her skin was fair and flush, and her youthful breasts heaved up and down at me, nipples pink and taut in firmness. I stepped forward again, marveling at how finely tuned her feminine instincts were. Her nose brushed against mine as she stood on the balls of her feet seeking after me orally. We pressed our lips together again while I cupped her breasts with my hands, enjoying the stiffness of her nipples as I fondled them with my thumbs. Ichina breathed muffled squeals into me as our tongues tangoed again, sensitive to each and every flick at her pink spires.

It was a mixture of her eagerness and inexperience that brought out the stiffness of my member, as it reminded me so much of my girls. While it may have been true that she was sexually afflicted by this instructor of hers, it was apparent that their interactions had culminated to less than mutual acts.

Even still, my pride edged me to prod at her.

"How does he fuck you?" I asked her, a string of saliva bridging our mouths as I pulled away. Her comprehension was addled and slow as she caught her breath.

"Huh?" She mouthed breathlessly, gazing up at me with adolescent wonder.

"How does your instructor fuck you?" I asked again, crudely.

"Behind?" She answered, her brow furrowing in confusion at my inquiry. She clarified her words with a tinge of embarrassment "O-only from behind-"

I cut her off with a strong, passionate kiss and my arms wrapped around her back, guiding her to the floor. I tore away her kimono completely, leaving her with nothing more than her footwear and suggestive black lingerie. I didn't have to ask her to remove them. She arched her back and lifted her hips, sliding her undergarments down her thighs. She kicked them away when they reached her ankles and looked up at me with a slightly playful expression. She brought her knee's up to her chest one by one to remove her socks and sandals, completing her nudity. I performed the same acts, slipping my briefs down with a swivel of my hips. Her eyes sought after my piece with a fierce interest. I was no mammoth of a man, but my manhood complimented my height to the satisfaction of most. Her jaw slackened and her chest heaved rhythmically as her heart rate surged with anticipation.

"Try to keep your voice down." I warned wisely as I knelt down in front of her. I peered and playfully ran my fingers down her legs, light enough to the touch to make her shiver.

"Are you playing shy now?" I asked, noting how she kept her knee's locked together, For the first time since we began our intimacy, she seemed unsure and even wary of my actions. Of course she was used to taking it from behind, but my realization was that she had likely never been serviced.

I considered with bitterness the idea of putting my mouth where only just earlier another mans penis had ventured. Yes, the woman had showered, but I had never been privy to such submissive actions on females that weren't exclusively my own.

Ichina looked down at me hovering over her with a timid expression I was familiar with. Indeed, the act was foreign to her. Another surge of arousal shook me as the woman gave me that soft, uncertain expression of innocence. It wasn't quite as sweet as Karin or Yuzu's, but it sparked my memories to satisfaction.

"Haki," She murmured sheepishly, "Why are we doing this?"

She seemed to be kicking out of her earlier lust driven daze. Intending to draw her back in I smiled at her kindly, massaging her knee's in a comforting manner.

"I think you should trust me. As I have said many times now child, I am no brute."

"Child?" She whined, pouting and poking her lips out. "You'll still think of me as just a child?"

"Well," I slid a finger down her inner thigh, triggering a sharp giggling squeal from her. "You're keeping me from what makes you a woman."

"H-haki that-" she trembled, surprising me with her sudden reluctance "-Okay...I'll trust you."

Gradually she parted her knee's and granted me unhindered access to her youth. I armored my resolve as I took in the view of soft pink womanhood. I tilted my head, at a loss.

"When you say he took you from behind..." I muttered, scratching at my goatee.

"Ah!..." She squirmed as my nose brushed against her neatly trimmed pubic hairs. She was undeniably hot down there, and her heated scent permeated my senses with strong warmth. It was a strong but natural smell, strengthened by her desire. I tried to reason why the woman's hymen was so readily intact. Even if she was a virgin, any notable kind of physical exertion would cause her to tear in a pronounced way.

Did she really mean anal? I thought to myself, dumbfounded. Her vagina seemed as undisturbed as ever. Did she just have a naturally beautiful form? Maybe the man was excruciatingly small and his work down here amounted to less than the prodding of a pencil.

My answers would have to come from the woman.

"Have you not been deflowered, Ichina?" I asked carefully, lifting my head over her stomach to catch her gaze.

"I-I said he only did the other..." She muttered with uncertainty, "I mean, from behind the other way."

"Your ass." I clarified flatly in annoyance with her confused wording. She laid her head back against the ground, tilted her face to a side and nodded with embarrassment.

My god.

So against all odds, Ichina Fugaku wasn't such a withered flower and she was going to allow me to break her seal. Fate had decided that my lips would never have to grace a tainted entrance. I was taken out of my element by the sudden revelation, and pressed for more answers.

"Was this at your request?" I asked, "You did not let him take your purity out of-"

"Yes." She answered quickly with growing anxiety. "I didn't want this with him. H-he's not the most attractive man in the world, you know."

"Am I?" I queried with a devilish grin despite myself.

"You're not the worst looking man in the world." She grudgingly admitted without looking at me.

She let out a frustrated groan and suddenly clamped her legs around my head, trapping me between her thighs, "What are you doing down there anyway?! D-do you not know what to do when a woman lays for you?"

"You aren't a woman yet." came my muffled remark, and she twitched as I blew my breath across her sensitive folds. "But I think we shall change that."

It should be a sin to break a chapter in the midst of the deed. Forgive me for making this a two-parter. It will balance out in the end, I think.