I'm such a twisted individual.

A masochistic individual that functions on this self-deprivation that oozes from my pores, accumulates through my sins.

I've never felt so low, so incredibly sordid, and yet it only seems to to fuel this wanton need― this need that smolders so deeply inside of me, that drives me higher than any ecstasy ever could.

I ride the very pinnacle of passion in this lust induced haze, my hips meeting his every thrust with a speed that shouldn't exist as unintelligible murmurs roll from my dry lips. The blazing candle bathes our entities in a golden hue, illuminating the thin film of sweat that sticks to me like a second skin. My bangs― curly and unruly― glue themselves to my forehead, and I sweep my free hand over them, pushing them back swiftly.

Their faces somehow enter my mind― their disappointed, disgusted faces. They'd all hate me if they knew, for in this simple action, I was betraying all of them.

Especially him.

I betrayed the greatest love I'll ever know for this one moment.

We had all worked so hard to stop this from happening, to stop the individual that drove me to the heavens with every grind of his hips.

I know you're wondering how this happened, so I'll tell you.

I'm weak.

Three years of waiting, and nothing came of it. The pain, the agonizing pain that worked its way into my veins, that pumped every thought that fled to my brain.

His hand dives into my damp hair, clutching it in his fist as his pace increases.

This individual didn't care for me, but none of that mattered.

I feel his hips grind in a circular motion, teasing the bundles of nerves hidden in my nether lips until I whimper and slither against the wall.

I'm nothing but a pawn― a prey in his web of deceit and lust.

The Shikon no Tama played a big role in this twisted turn of events; it was the reason so many had to suffer, including me as well.

This man that brings me so much pleasure also coveted the jewel ― his intentions were dark, demonic, like so many others..

I stare into his red eyes, the red eyes that exude cruelty, blood.

I' just notice how red they actually are― they remind of me of someone else's eyes, making my stomach churn in nausea.

I shove the thought in the back of my brain, a gasp escaping my lips as hewhisper dirty things in my ear, his pace increasing even more.

My legs unconsciously wrap around his waist, inviting him into everything that I am without hesitation, without them plaguing me any longer.

They couldn't understand.

I groan roughly as my hand dives into the boundless layers of hishair, and place my other hand on hisr bare shoulder, using it as leverage to grind deeper into that sensation, that pure bliss.

My conscience is fleeting, my guilt now something of the past.

As we ride our climax together, he quickly pulls out of me, just like always.

The ears that I've come to love so much twinge as he walks away, walks out of my life until he needs me again.

He's no longer the hanyou that I loved with everything in me, but the demon he had always wanted to be.

He doesn't love me.

And yet, I always come back for more, and even now, I know that I always will.