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This chapter is an excerpt from a yuri-fic collection titled "The Seeds of a Rose". It was really the only story from the collection I liked. And I repeat, this is a YURI fic. (you know, girl/girl).
Title: The Seeds in a Rose
Author: Adorkablebanana
Genre: Hentai, one shot, yuri, IY, shoujo-ai
Rating: R
Summary: A fantasy hoping to become reality, but one step at a time will take to get closer to her main goal. Kagome/Sango.
Chapter 3:Unrequited Visual
Forget the past but don't forget who you are. Even in my world I feel cursed within…
- Pamela Ferris
She, the demoness, mewed contently her head thrashing back and claws fastening in the girl's hips, blood steeped just a little, the youkai arching for the girl urged for a quicker pace.
Panting, her insides spiraling tightly as the mounting pressure perspired through her coursing veins, the girl grinded harder her frantic motions jerking the gasping demoness below. Breasts bobbing, skin gleaming feverish glows, the girl indicated the demoness with authority to insert her fingers.
The days go by… and I can't help obsessing about you…Slender fingers thrust inside the gasping girl, the demoness' finger curled against the girl's tightening walls moving in agonizing circular motions. The heat enclosed in the girl and rapidly closing constricting walls warned her of an upcoming climax approaching and just to prove cruel and powerful she pulled away chuckling derisively at the quaking girl whimpering in obvious disappointment.
"Not…now…" the beautiful demoness chaste in breathy pants.
You…"Na-…ah" the girl groaned loosing her verbal stride, lifting her soaked finger to her lips the demoness suckled suggestively running her tongue clean over her finger.
She smirked, swelled redden lips puckering in a taunting smug, "Delicious" she whispered smooth and slick. The girl leaned down, her breasts pressing the large ample pair the demoness had, her perked nipples poked the goose-bumped flesh. The girl's lips covered the youkai's lips invading her mouth, plunging playful tongues.
You…Dangerous armed hands gently pulled down on the girl's sturdy soft shoulder blades, the youkai's artistic skilled fingers traced the taunt sculpted muscles rippling with each twitch. Claw tips grazing merciful down her spine smooth skin tarnished but a single welt, the scar, she ran her fingers over it the temptation to run her tongue over it strong.
You…"Turn over…" the youkai whispered, pulling away from the girl's bruised lips. The demoness couldn't resist her idea in mind, she assisted the girl off her and maneuvered her to sit up, turn around and lean against the railing. The demoness sat up on her knees pressed over and embracing the girl from behind, she dipped her lips next to the shell of her ear and softly said "Tell me you're mine and only mine."
The girl shuddered, feeling the youkai's mounds on her back and her pointed nipples rubbing occasionally. The youkai's words hitting home, she replied raggedly a single "I…"
Clawed fingers threaded along the girl's taunt abdomen tickling her skin's sensibility moving up the valley of the girl's breasts, "Tell me you're mine" she repeated, pressing opened mouthed kisses along the nape of the girl's neck.
The girl's words were lost, she couldn't seem to gather the wits to form words and tell the youkai what she wanted to hear.
Growling, the demoness grabbed the girl's ample breasts, clutching them brutally in her palms, the girl gasped surprised, the demoness nipped downward leaving blotching red marks behind, gnawing non-too gently on the girl's trembling shoulders. She didn't appreciate the silent emitting her girl.
Kneading the girl's hardened nipples harshly she growled roguishly situating the moaning girl in an unbearable corner, the flames licking her lower abdomen, the sensational scalding moisture building below driving her mad, resistance is a futile effort- she erupted "YES! I'm yours!" she cried twisting back to plant an air sucking kiss on the youkai.
Kneading and squeezing softly the girl arched into the youkai's touch, the girl's firm supple bottom pushed back plush against the youkai's center.
Whisper on in my ears, let those lavishing words splutter my heart and skin…"And who is yours?" asked the demoness in a muffled lust filled tone, she shifted onto her earlier objective, running her tongue on the blemishing scar embedded on the girl's strong back. The scar to the demoness was anything but beautiful, a symbol of honor the girl shed. The significance the welt provided admiration and produced a higher heighten in the youkai's arousal. Caressing it somewhat brought her closer to the girl, it …made her visualize the pain the girl experienced. The mark provoked the lustrous fire in the youkai to incinerate.
Breathing heavy ragged breaths the girl tousling her head uttered "You are."
Wisps of her dark hair clung to her flushed sticky face, her hair was slowly undoing itself yet she couldn't force herself to give mind to it.
I still remember the feeling beneath you…Clouded dark eyes peered over her shoulder to watch the illustrious demoness tongue all around the obsession she heats up for. Trembling she managed to croak steadily "You're ethereal."
Stroking her tongue up her spine the youkai paused and glanced up, her misted-eye gaze incarcerating the girl's pleasant one. The girl ran a quick lick over her parched lips gazing into the youkai's peculiar eyes, a momentary flecking affect flashing those ghastly red tinted eyes, "As you are, Sango."
Kagome woke up with a start, clutching her pounding heart beating brutal against her chest. Panting for air she gulped selfish amounts to sustain herself. It felt as if she was drowning underwater and finally grabbed a gulp of air. She frantically took in her surroundings, looking around the dark furnished room not recognizing her environment. Where the heck was she?
"What-where-" muttering jumbled nonsense she attempted to regulate her breathing in hopes to calm down and think through the situation with a clear mind. Kagome analyzed the current state of affairs slowly retracing her memories up to now.
'Let's see…I -oh right' she remembered now a second later. Miroku hoodwinked another lord using the 'there's an ominous demon approaching' gig and tossing in his charming mannerisms for additional effect. The ignorant lord kindly offered them the full house treatment (a magnificent feast, fine clothing, a private bathing room, best bedrooms) in order for the monk to follow through the extermination of the 'demon' posing a problem in the manor and lending a helping hand to land them five-star hospitality.
After a luxurious hot bath Kagome listened to some music she brought in her brand-new hand held music player, the latest rage sweeping Japan and soon the rest of the world, and fell asleep. Kagome glanced towards the far end of the room where Sango slept soundly on a futon. 'Sango…' the picture Sango bare and crying her pleasure out passed through Kagome's memory and she blushed ashamed.
Kagome extracted the headphones from her ears turning off her now low battery contraption. Kagome again questioned herself why she kept visualizing these ongoing fantasies in her dreams. Every night was the same sequence only the difference in the themes -in her dreams- Sango starred as the lead roll featuring her doing the wicked with different girls Kagome either met on the way or knew.
Tonight a youkai girl they met a little while ago featured in her dream doing Sango. Each time she dreamt it she couldn't prevent the mutual feeling dispensing after she woke up. It embarrassed her to acknowledge Sango as her fantasy sex object and act like nothing of the sort happened afterwards. It sickened her to feel like a pervert.
Yes, the statement is true, Kagome is a pervert leering Sango in her dreams.
Frowning, Kagome fanned herself tugging at her soaked pajamas sticking to her flushed skin for ventilation, she identified the hot built up leaking her underwear with full awareness, she came in her sleep. She thanked the circumstances she and her friends were set in different rooms; Shippo, Kirara, InuYasha and Miroku sleeping in a separate room and she shacked up with Sango. InuYasha won't be able to sniff out her high tide state and act strangely around her, the single flaw in her relief is far worst- Sango was here.
Desiring her friend lecherously jabbed pangs of guilt through Kagome's chest. She valued Sango and admired her character as a person who can do just about anything. Anything Kagome fails to do herself.
'I…I really like you, Sango, I don't want you to hate me' dejected, she tugged on her covers pulling them up to her chin. Knowing Sango is an impossible catch sunk deep into Kagome, Sango is in love with Miroku the feeling is mutual between them.
Besides, scaring Sango away is the least matter she wants occurring. Incidentally Kagome wouldn't be able to cope with the rejection, not after InuYasha did. She understood herself and accepted the taboo toll in adorning someone of the same gender. Not everyone is fine with it, she only hoped Sango wasn't in that lot. Nevertheless she kept her emotions in check along with her fondness for InuYasha.
Sighing, Kagome sagged lax into her comfortable futon closing her eyes, she submerged to the exhaustion sweeping her in once more. She did not return to the realm her fantasies took flight and gradually awoken the following morning somber.
…Kagome leapt into the well hole the cool blue light sensation whipping past her as she landed gently touching the bottom. Kagome groped for the rope ladder she installed renovating the well to her conveniences, she climbed up carefully balancing her backpack's weight and hers ensuring cautiously she won't tilt over. Kagome reached the well's familiar opening tossing her pack forward first then she crept out, kicking one leg over the other.
It's still early in the day and she figured InuYasha and the others were minding around the village collecting provisions for their next trip. Up the north right? She couldn't recall clearly and set to Kaede's welcoming hut.
"Hey everyone!" Kagome cheered joyfully expecting to receive a warm greeting in return. She peeked inside and nobody occupied the hut. 'No ones here' mild disappointment did not stop her to settle herself in. Kagome plopped down opening her heavy back pack straining her shoulder. She made a lunch box for everyone as she did last time, she anticipated one of her friends to arrive soon otherwise the food will spoil.
"And I worked all morning on these," she pouted, setting aside the pile of provisions.
Footsteps drew nearer, Kagome glanced over at the doorway curious to the visitor stepping closer to Kaede's accommodations. Entering through the doorway a exhausted Miroku and a equally lagged Sango carrying a tied section of neatly chopped pieces of wood. Miroku greeted Kagome in his usual welcoming manner and Sango nodded her head. She appeared too angry for words.
'Miroku' Kagome conjured, he apparently is the main source connecting to the slayers' grudge. Its no stretch of the imagination to Kagome to come up with a scenario Miroku possibly started to enrage Sango unknowingly. "What you do this time to upset her?" Kagome asked Miroku, watching Sango avert to seat herself beside Miroku instead sitting next to her. Kagome inwardly smiled in appreciation but dismissed it. She'd prefer her friends to remain on other prospective terms as much as it depressed her to see it.
"Absolutely nothing!" snapped Sango curtly shredding Miroku's opportunity to answer. Sango always crushed signs her jealously lived far too shy to reveal them. Kagome knew deep down past the rugged exterior she's just as timid as the next girl when it comes to displaying her affection.
"That's what I don't understand! See Kagome, she hits me over the head sooo violently" he ducked on reflex avoiding Sango's hotly swipes, "then claims there's nothing afoot" Miroku finished in his matter-of-fact tone his speech flow unaffected by Sango's attempts to cut him off.
Splashes of deep red disperse across Sango's face. Kagome pushed her tight wounded restrain a notch to try not to giggle, it would upset Sango even further. "You mustn't allow jealousy to take full reign, sweet Sango" Miroku airily advised, sending a wink in her direction. Kagome couldn't hold it in and busted out laughing.
Rolling her eyes annoyed, Sango glared looking away imaging a thousand daggers striking him in a single blow. The cynical lecher found amusement in putting her in this position in front of others, thoroughly fuming Sango gnashed her teeth together biting the urge to bark a retort. But what would she say? Miroku, unfortunately, was right. She did harbor the nasty green little monster constricting her chest and denying the emotion to protect herself failed to provide a front for her.
Miroku understood perfectly he was tugging on his spare luck but the reaction Sango posed inflated the impulse to string it on a little longer. What can a bit of teasing hurt? There's no harm in poking Sango's weakness for him.
His lips curling into the notorious grin he lured others in, Miroku began in a customary drawl "I know you wanted to."
Sango twitched then faced the smug monk badgering her about another thing. Now what is it! "I'm lost here."
"To kiss me."
"Kiss you! Are you deranged?" Sango snapped, eyeing Miroku with an incredulous look.
Kagome eyed him oddly too. Kiss him, obviously everyone likes to be kiss but to where Miroku was reeling in his teasing sat uneasy with Kagome. "Miro-
"No, I'm implying a statement" said Miroku far too calmly. He thanked Kagome for the lunchbox digging in his chopsticks to his content.
"Arrogant monk! Where did you get the idea I wanted to 'kiss you'? I just found that type of behavior obscene for a holy follower. Act like a monk not like the dirty man you are" Sango bit unevenly. The red staining her face seem not to be disappearing any time soon.
"It doesn't change the matter at hand though" he swallowed a piece of beef -he's not suppose to eat meat! Kagome remembered then dismissed it seeing he wasn't regretting it- "Then a test is in order. Kiss someone and prove you aren't jealous" Miroku placed the challenge in a very assertive style. Kagome felt her jaw hanging sore in disbelief.
The response steeped to Sango since she gaped in open disbelief as well. Just what in the seven layers of hell and back did he say just now! Is Nirvana shattering from above and come tumbling down? The audacity the monk ran on astounded the girls on a whole other level. What a cynical …
"You are…" the words choked within, Sango shook her head disgusted. She had no retort worthy enough to swing at him.
Miroku shrugged, beaming good natured and continued eating the delicious food engrossing his utmost attention. "See, regression is no good and it only leads to…more…-uh." Stopping in mid-sentence Miroku's train of talk and confident flare came to a shocking abrupt halt, he did a double-take trying to shift the stupor he found himself in.
Kagome's lips were fasten on Sango's numb lips. Kagome had leaned in cupping Sango's maroon red face descending on the lips she so desired to quench the thirst her heart craved for. Courage sustaining her, Kagome nipped gently on Sango's soft bottom lip stroking a tongue soothingly, urging to provoke Sango's cooperation as she slipped in her tongue inside Sango's mouth. Timid and tender Kagome took in the taste of Sango and quickly pulled away to place a feather light kiss on Sango's quivering lips. Kagome wrench herself away the courage to act departing her racing system.
Heart pounding, Kagome's nerve to meet the slayers' eyes diminished. Blushing she stood up heading for the door, afraid to except the stun expression possessing Sango's face she rushed out but not until she said to the ogling Miroku, "She's not afraid to kiss another." She left, the weaved mat-like door swinging behind her.
Miroku's at a lost for words, he choose unwillingly to remain silent. The slayer on the other hand touched her lips glancing at the door, a single thought infused her mind 'Kagome…' Despite the startled reaction leaping in her she couldn't seem to regret the action Kagome bravely tackled.