It All Started On A Train
It's been three years since Shippo and I escaped from the feudal era. Three years since I was betrayed by the people who I considered family. Three years since the man I loved broke my into million pieces. Well not a man, more like a boy wanting to be a man, but who the fates only deemed worth enough to be a half demon. I still have dreams of that horrid day.
Flashback:
Shippo and I were on our way back from taking a bath in the hot springs. We had invited Sango, but she, Miroku, and Inuyasha have been acting weird lately. I just chalked it up to the conflicting emotions of killing Naraku and the disappearance of the Shikon Jewel. Plus for the past few weeks, I felt like they were hiding something from me. Like they all were laughing behind my back. I pushed the thoughts to the back of my mind as we made our way into the village. As we got closer to our hut, I could feel the butterflies at the pit of my stomach. We were three feet away when I heard moans and groans. I member Shippo stopping dead in his tracks and looking up at me and saying, "Mama let's play tag." I looked at his face and he was smiling, but his smile didn't reach his eyes. Instead his eyes were pleading with me not to go inside. I heard another moan, and Sango's scream that I broke the staring contest between Shippo and me. At that moment my legs started to move on their own accord. I heard Shippo yelling at me not to go inside, but I couldn't stop. Once I got inside the hut, what I saw shocked me.
Kikyo was on her back, Sango was leaning over her face while Kikyo licked and nipped her pussy. Sango was being pounded from behind by Inuyasha, while Miroku was pounding Inuyasha from behind. It was a full own freaking orgy. My heart broke at the sight; I must have made a sound because both Inuyasha and Miroku both looked my way. I felt the tears building up, as they stared at me. Sango and Kikyo were oblivious to my presence or that both guys had stopped their movements. We stared for what seems like forever, before I ran out the hut. I felt the tears run down my face as I scooped up Shippo and ran for the well. I heard the faint sounds of their yells calling my name, my vision blurred as the tears kept coming. My legs were burning, but I kept on running. I felt Shippo bury himself deep in the crook of my arm. I finally saw the well, and with the last bit of strength I had I jumped in, away for their betrayal, to my own time. I quickly climbed up the ladder my grandpa had put in the well, and sealed it up. Afterwards I sat by the well and broke down. Shippo tried to comfort me, but I couldn't stop crying. After a few minutes, I pulled myself together and walked to the house. Determined to forget that horrid day.
End Of Flashback:
Sometimes I wonder what happened to them, since them Shippo has blended well here. He is homeschooled by my mother and grandfather at the shrine. I taught him how to control his fox magic, and now he uses it to conceal his demon features, but he stills so small that he can sit on my shoulder, so he doesn't go out much unless it's with family. I officially adopted him a year after we return to the present. It took a while to get him some documentation, but apparently you can buy them for a hefty sum on the streets. It was worth it though, now I'm a proud mother to a fox demon. Everything is so new to him, he says he can sense demons in the modern era, but none have confronted me.
When I got back to modern Tokyo, I threw myself into my studies. I finished junior high quickly. When I started high school, I also attended cram school, which allowed me to finish early. Now I'm attending Tokyo University. Every Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, I take the train to and from school, today was no different.
My classes ran late today, so it was dark outside. All the seats were taken, so I was forced to stand. The lights in the train were off, so passengers could catch a few winks before their stops. I still had roughly an hour and half till the last stop which is also my stop so I patiently looked at Tokyo's city lights as the trained moved on. I was so enticed by the passing city lights, that I didn't notice someone step behind me.
Out of nowhere I felt a large hand rubbing my backside. A shiver ran down my spine. I froze when I felt his hand snake around to my stomach and slip inside my skirt. I whimpered as I felt his hand slide inside my thong. I wanted to scream, but for some reason I couldn't. For some reason I wasn't afraid of this mysterious person, who I was heating my body up with their touch. I felt my panties get wet, as a long finger brush against my clit. I slightly moaned due to the sensation. As he started massaging my clit, my breathing became shallower, and my moans were getting louder. I tried to quiet myself, before someone woke, but it was in vain. My body slumped over, and I was slightly leaning against the train doors when I felt him pinch my clit. I let out another little moan. I looked around to see if anyone heard me, but the lights were so dark, I couldn't see.
Then I turned around to see who my finger person was but his face was hidden in the shadows, but I did notice he had long black hair and big brown eyes. I felt his other hand move under shirt. And he started to roll my nipple through my bra. I leaned my head against the train door, and arched my back while his hands continued their activity. I felt his body get closer to mine, his length against my backside. He pushed my bra up above my breasts, while he slid two fingers in my wet dripping core. He slowly slid his fingers in and out. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. Then I felt his mouth slowly nipped my ear. Again another moan escape my mouth. He whispered in my ear to stay quiet. He had a deep voice. He continued to lick and nip my ear, when all of a sudden he pulled his fingers out of me, and he stopped kneading my breasts.
Next thing I knew he was pushing up my skirt, and pulling down my thong. My body was still on high from his earlier activities that I didn't even protest. I heard him unzipped his pants. I felt his cock slide into my wet core. I couldn't help but gasp as I felt him stretch me beyond my limits in pain and pleasure. He picked up my legs and I felt him go deeper. I felt his toned chest against my back. He slowly started to thrust into me. I braced my hands against the train doors for leverage. Slowly he began to pick up the pace. The flashing lights of Tokyo began to flash by as he increased his rhythm. I saw his reflection in the window; his brown eyes were now golden with tints of red around them. At the same time I sensed a strong demonic presence on the train, but before I could even process this information the stranger started to thrust powerful in my tight cunt. I found myself moaning softly, I heard his grunts with each new thrust. I could feel the pressure building up in the pit of my stomach. He used to his head, to force my head to tilt to the side. Exposing my neck to the moonlight, I felt long sharp teeth on my neck, at the same time his balls began to tighten. I was whispering incoherent things, practically begging him to make me cum. His thrust got even stronger, my whimpers got louder, and the pressure on my neck increased. He gave one powerful thrust and I saw stars. The flood gates between my legs open, and the dam had burst. I felt his long thick cock pulsating in my cunt, as his hot seed coated my insides.
I was so out of it that I didn't even notice the sharp pain on my neck. After a few minutes he slowly put my me down. My legs felt like jello, but the stranger was holing me steady. I felt his hot seed drip down my legs. He picked up my discarded thong and put it in his pocket. I pulled my skirt back down, and straighten my bra. I looked out the window and I could see my stop ahead as the conductor announced it. I turned around just as the lights started to come back on. When I turned around to look at the stranger who just brought me to the brink of insanity, to say I was surprised would be an understatement. Standing in front of me was this tall me, with black hair, and brown eyes, but even with the disguise I could tell who it was. As I stared into his eyes, a smirk slowly appeared on his face. His right hand came to brush across the puncture wounds on my neck, where a purple bruise in the shape of crescent moon was already forming. The train slowed down, and came to a stop. Passengers began filing out of the train grumbling because we were standing in the way. My finger man leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Hello mate, hello my little miko." Then he pushed me out the door right before the train doors closed. As the train pulled away, I just stood there like an idiot.
AN: Alright people should I continue this story, or let it die as a one shot. Sorry for the lemon, I have done better, but I wanted to create a mysterious romantic environment. Please review, I really like them, and if you want to flame, send me an email, but don't do it on the reviews it is heartbreaking. Also sorry for any grammar and punctuation mistakes.