I do not own Inuyasha nor the character in the series. I invented my own character for this fanfic (Chise) Enjoy. Lemons are kind of everywhere. You've been warned. This is M rated for a reason :) Plenty of mature themes. I will try to update regularly but please be patient I work and go to school full time. I love to write though. It's something I hope to eventually do.
Hormones surged inside him, centering the pit of his abdomen. He growled, grabbing a handful of hair and taking her to the ground. His administration's elected sweet delectable mewls of pleasure beneath him. Her sweet, spicy smell intoxicated his mind, plaguing him with needs that he, himself, could not contain. The great and feared Lord of the Western lands, was here,on his knees wracked with lust in the heightened mating season. Bending this girl over, beneath him. He couldn't remember her name. Couldn't remember any previous conversation. Just knew that he had stumbled upon her while patrolling his borders. She was not of his land. Most likely somewhere South due to her markings and pale blonde tresses. She did not belong here, but in this moment he didn't care.
Her palms dug restlessly underneath his weight. Cries accompanied by her sopping, deliciously hot sex begging for his entrance made his cock twitch with need. He was so painfully hard that all his mind registered was his need for release. He slid himself between her tight folds, this causing her to tense, squeezing him. He groaned into the crook of her neck, nipping at her flesh to anchor her. "Don't do that." A throaty whisper into her ear. "You're driving me insane, woman." Her cheek was hot against his forehead.
He was impressed. She was such a shy, timid thing, completely contradictory of the yokai nature. And here she was, tamed beneath him. Pleading for him to coax her over the mountain she was climbing. He obliged with languid, teasing movements that made her walls quake around him. He grabbed at her breasts with his free hand. Twisting and prodding the sensitive flesh. Her erratic breaths and bucking hips indicating she was close.
And he'd be her undoing. He trailed his claws down her stomach, teasing the knot of heat coiled within her until he found the pearl beneath her folds. He teased her with the gentlest of touches that made her fingers and toes curl into the soft earth beneath them. She moaned loudly, in her soft, feminine voice that mused his senses as her already tight walls contracted around him, milking him before he could pull completely out. "Fuck." He muttered under his breath. Watching his seed pour out of her folds he didn't give it a second question. Her frame went limp and he caught her, anchoring her against himself. She was absolutely spent and far too vulnerable to be left unattended. He would stay with her through the night and leave in the morning. She was different from the females he usually bedded.
Leaving her alone in this state would be a low even for him. The Lord of the Western lands, known for his icey gazes, and heartless demeanor. This female however, managed in such a record amount of time. To touch something inside him that he forgot still existed. He owed this to her in the least.
(Months later...)
She slumped against a tree. Ragged, short breaths as she rubbed her swollen belly. Another painful contraction wracked her frail features. She gritted her teeth, biting down a pained growl as she dug her into the bark.
Her legs buckled beneath her as she slid to the ground, scoring the delicate flesh of her back up on the way down. With each contraction came a pain that dominated her entire being. In those moments, for those seconds that stretched into infinity, there was nothing else in comparison. The seconds in between were spent gasping accompanied by feeble attempts to make sense of the world outside her body.
She was deep in the woods. Somewhere close to wolf demon territory. Deep enough in their territory that the demon who had been hunting her gave up interest. Even an easy target like herself was not worth the risk. She could smell them though. The wolves. Fearful of being too loud she stifled her cries in her dirtied palms. Muffling her misery as she did what instinct told her to do. She pushed. She whined. She contorted, twisting, writhing in a pain she couldn't place in her mind. With a guttural grunt she felt the head crowning between hot stretching of flesh and held her breath. She pushed with her last ounce of strength. Pushed until she could no more. She heard cries and cried herself in relief. Doused in elation she picked the child up with shaking hands.
It's slippery coated skin drenching her arms. A boy. She cradled him to her chest with nascent eyes and cherubically carved face. Perfect. With a mouth rooting for milk. She obliged and he was instantly somber, latching on with glassy eyes.
She smiled, despite the pain she just endured. Closing her eyes, she focused on rebuilding her energy. The sooner she did so the sooner they could continue. And be out of wolf country. The wolves weren't exactly enemies, but they were nowhere near an alliance to the dog demon clan. The were rough, rugged, lived off the land. They were wild. And that was terrifying when one grew up in a village.
"Touma. Your name is Touma." She smiled, intended for him. Though her head lay slack and her eyes heavily closed. He cooed in response. Happy to hear his mother's voice. She shifted to tuck him under the seam of her top. He sighed contently, as she felt internally. Skin to skin contact, that ensured safety and his comfort. Her consciousness faded. Her exhausted mind welcoming the darkness.
Chise's eyes bolted open. How long had she been asleep? Touma's sweet babble filled her ears. He had entertained himself making noises at her like he was trying to talk to her sleeping frame. He little meaty hand cupped her breast as he breaked his senseless jabber for milk. His newfound obsession. She waited for him to finish before she picked herself up off the ground. Shifting him in her arms she walked on, slowly. Unsure still of her surroundings. The only thing she was sure of in this moment was that she was starving and in dire need of a bath. Her belly was still a little tender and swollen, but she was grateful for the pressure relieved from her insides.
She looked down when she had heard Touma stop talking in curiosity. He had buried his head back under her robes and slept serenely against her breast. She smiled, already in love with his sweet face with such tiny, but handsome features. Somewhere off in the distance she heard howls. This causing the hair on her neck to rise. Instantly defensive of the newly acquired being she had just delivered yesterday. He was no longer protected by the walls of her abdomen. He was now on the outside where all the dangers lurked. And she was weak from fatigue and hunger. She needed to be careful. For his sake.
She stumbled onwards away from the howls. The scents of different wolf demons littered these woods. It was hard to distinguish who was coming from who had already been there. Touma was suddenly awake and crying against her, alerting her. She snapped her head backwards, to meet the eyes of a young wolf demon. He stared back at her with a stony gaze as hard as the armours he was clad in. Fur of the wolf. Long black hair seized back in a ponytail. His muscular structure and tactful eyes were instantly foreboding to her.
"Please." She whispered breathlessly. Clutching Touma tightly to her frame. She feared she was too weak to fight, or even escape for that matter. He arched a brow. "So you know, you're trespassing." That's something she seemed to be bad at doing. With nothing to lose but an honest reply, she nodded slowly. "Please...I'm lost. Tired." She trailed off. He snorted. She was weak. Hardly a threat. "That's not my problem." His tone was haughty. "I can't have my pack thinking I've grown soft. Leave now."
She swallowed at the knot in her throat. "T-Thank you." He noticed the babe poking out of her loose top. The juices that stained her legs and garments. "Are you alone?"
"Y-Yes. But I'll be leaving." She paused for a moment. "What direction is leaving exactly."
He pointed to the closest exiting direction of the lands. She nodded and turned. He watched her stumble off. Soon her silhouette fading into the distance of the forest. He howled then. Signaling his pack to him to begin the hunt. Golden eyes emerged from the bushes and trees. A babies unhappy cries came somewhere from off in the direction she'd went. It wasn't his problem. He reminded himself of that. His members looked at him in confusion. "Ignore it." He stated flatly. "We hunt now." He sent them off in assigned directions.
Allowing a few moments to pass and distance between him and his pack before he sniffed the air to follow. His ears twitched in annoyance. The cries now angry shills of emotion as the babe lay on the ground flailing. She lay there in front of him, a disheveled heap. Her slack jaw signifying she had passed out, one hand still clutching the babes foot. He was naked and sprawled across the cold earth. Incessant sobs and he grabbed at the air in front of him.
"Could you stop already?" Koga growled at him. The babe stopped for a moment. Startled by the strangers voice. A second of curiosity flashed it's jade eyes before they squeezed shut and the sobs ensued. "I said stop!?" He barked at the babe again which elicited those dreadful shrills.
Grabbing the crook of his nose in agitation, wracking his brain for momentary solutions to this torturous racket. He picked up the babe hastily. Feeling his cold skin warm against his palms. He hiccuped. Fussy pink cheeks adorned with a cute pout. Koga snorted. Wrapping the babe up in his fur. Soon the wails turned into tired coos. Koga looked back at the ground where the girl had fallen. She was still breathing. He slung her over his shoulder in one arm and carried the infant in the other contemplating how he'd explain this situation to his clan.
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