Author's note: I love dark stories so much, and really good ones are so
hard to find! So I tried writing one myself. Someone let me know how it is!
Disclaimer: InuYasha and Co. are property of Rumiko Takahashi.
Sweetest Capture
By lixia42
Chapter 1 - Kouga
Kagome hurriedly walked down the street, the moonlit sheen on her black hair a lustrous gleam. Her white complexion looked nothing so lovely as that sweet innocence of a child's smooth cheeks, with blooms of color on either one. And indeed, she was a child, not even seventeen yet; her figure, though, was not wanting. It held all the necessary soft curves that differentiated a woman from a man, and the lack of exposure of her body bespoke of her innocence.
I spent too long at Maru's house, she thought worriedly. It's not good to be running about this late at night...and in the demon city, too! And I promised Mother that I would be careful...well, best get back soon then!
She hummed a tune as she headed to her apartment, long black hair streaming silkily behind her.
She had no idea of the vision she made, walking in the cold making her cheeks blush cherry red and her ivory white skin a deliciously sharp contrast to her jet black hair.
She didn't notice that her scent was trailing everywhere around her, enticing and sweet and completely unmarred with her innocence.
Unfortunately, others noticed.
She hadn't twenty steps from since when she started humming when a hand reached out a grabbed her arm.
She cried out, the sound half-muffled as another hand came up and covered her mouth savagely, dragging her deeper into an ominous looking alleyway. It was the dead of night, and no one saw.
Her arm went free as her waist was roughly encircled and her back was pressed to the hard chest of a man. She realized that the hands that held her were clawed, and she realized with a jolt of horror that a demon held her. She struggled and he only tightened his grip, leaning down to whisper in her ear, "Calm down. I won't hurt you."
His breath tickled and her stomach jolted with the fear of what demons in the city did to girls like her. How they lusted for the blood of virgins, devouring them like wild animals. All the stories she had heard reared up in her head and she struggled harder than ever, panicking.
The stranger hissed in a breath that was becoming more labored, "Stop...please, you don't know what you're doing to me!"
It was his plea that made her force herself to calm down. When she felt something hard pressing against her thigh from behind her, she nearly panicked again but managed to choke it down.
This was something even scarier to her. This demon, before eating her...would he rape her? She took slow, deep breaths, calming herself down.
When Kagome finally stopped struggling, the man drew in a shaky breath, that leaned farther down and breathed in again as he inhaled the wondrous scent that the woman seemed to have. All at once it was refreshing and sweet and tempting...he could imagine himself doing things to this girl that would be extremely pleasurable...
Kagome could smell the demon's scent. It was surprisingly fresh and smelled of forestry and other wild things she couldn't name. It was laced with a spicy smell that was getting stronger...I wonder what that is? Kagome thought bemusedly.
When the demon bent down and started kissing her neck, though, Kagome struggled anew, unable to master this new wave of panic as the demon brought his arm up and unbuttoned the first button of her coat.
She didn't realize that her wriggling was making the demon's arousal increase tenfold, who had to bite his tongue to keep from taking her right there.
His erection became painfully hard, the man threw Kagome against the wall, away from him. She winced as her shoulder hit the wall, but no real damage was done. Kagome stilled, scared to move as his shadowy form blocked her only escape route.
"I really don't want to hurt you," he said, breathing heavily. "Well," he grinned, "not yet. But you will have to stop being so damn tempting!"
She gasped as her eyes adjusted to the darkness and she made out his features. Wearing a long trench coat, this man was devastatingly handsome. His wild black hair and darkly dancing eyes hinted with red made her breath catch in her throat, not with desire but with the shock of encountering beauty. His chest, visible underneath the trench coat, was so well-muscled that even in the dim alleyway she could discern the outlines of the flat chest and ridged abs.
She was frightened by the look in his eyes as he stared at her, devouring her slim form in its long white winter coat and that luscious face of hers. He looked so wild and hungry, hungry for something her pure mind could not comprehend but recognized as dangerous.
The stranger stepped closer, a claw reaching out and grasping a lock of her hair, gently toying with it.
After breathing heavily for a few moments, the stranger asked in a husky voice, "What's your name?"
Kagome didn't answer, too scared to speak.
"I asked you a question," he growled, a hint of dark anger coming into his voice. "With regards to the circumstances, you had better answer." He leaned in threateningly closer to her and placed both his hands by her head on the wall behind her, caging her in.
"K-kagome," she choked out, her voice tight with fear.
At the sound of her voice, he nearly lost control of himself. That sweet, scared little helpless voice, at his mercy...that musical lilt discernable even in her fear.
"What a beautiful name," he murmured, pressing his body against hers, his lips brushing against her cheek. He groaned as he felt her soft body mold to his his, and couldn't help a shudder of repressed urges. "And my, what a beautiful girl you are, my pretty."
"Do you know who I am?" he asked, low voice a teasing growl.
"No, I don't," Kagome answered, trying to get the words out completely, but they ended in a whimper. She could feel his body against hers, and it was the first time she had been so close to a boy. She was still so very innocent.
"My name's Kouga," he purred, tongue reaching out to caress an earlobe. She twisted her head to get his tongue away but he merely held her chin in place and continued his lavishing. "You're in my territory," he said, with a dark grin on his face. "And anything I find in my territory is mine."
"You're a part of a gang?" Kagome asked, incredulous horror dawning upon her face.
"The leader of the best, the Wolves, my pretty," Kouga said, and catching sight of her round mouth in that lovely O shape of surprise, open and so soft and inviting, undid his control. Groaning, he leaned in, and lips barely brushing hers, whispered, "I claim you as mine. You won't be hurt if you behave. You will become part of my gang, as my woman, because oh," he emphasized, his hips pressing against hers, making her cry out, "you are quite the most enchanting thing I have ever seen in my life."
He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, savoring for a sweet moment the chaste softness and honeyed flavor. Then his instincts came alive.
Kagome gasped as he leaned in to kiss her, and taking advantage of her gasp he forced his tongue into her mouth. She cried out again and struggled, arms slamming against his chest, but this only seemed to excite him as he pressed himself closer to her.
He was getting rougher, hands starting to explore and mouth relentless, caressing her tongue seductively despite her whimpers of protest. Finally releasing her mouth, he trailed hot kisses down her neck, stopping to suck on the tender flesh as she tried to breathe in needed air.
"Please stop!" she cried out, still breathing hard, tears streaming from her cheeks. "This is wrong, I'm only sixteen! I don't want this!"
He halted his ministrations and regretfully pulled his body a little off of hers. Lacing a a deadly claw gently into her hair, he stared intently into her face. "You're nearly a child!" he said wonderingly, fingers caressing the soft skin of her cheek.
His eyes fell lower to her heaving chest, and he couldn't help but reach a hand out to touch it. Unbuttoning the top part of her coat, he slipped a hand inside the sweet warmth of her breasts as he fondled them, reveling in their softness, ignoring Kagome's cries.
"But you are not a child," he murmured, and his eyes bored into hers as he said with real regret, "I cannot help myself, Kagome. I don't want to hurt you; you are so beautiful, I wouldn't want to hurt that! But you will be mine, willingly or not."
"Please, if you have mercy," Kagome cried brokenly.
Kouga cut her off, laughing heartily. Still chuckling, he cast a feral gaze upon her, mirth still evident. "Mercy?" he said. "I am Kouga of the Wolves. I take what I want, and what I want is you."
His eyes, still gazing upon her, darkened with more red as he leaned in again, caressing her neck with his mouth. Flashing a fanged grin she couldn't see, he bit.
Kagome screamed soundlessly as she felt a searing pain in between her shoulder and her neck. Kouga was lapping at the wound with his tongue, his eyes now nearly black with lust. Finally gaining her voice, Kagome screamed out, hands pummeling at Kouga as she tried desperately to escape. He bit her in the same place harder, and Kagome fainted.
Licking his fangs, Kouga groaned with the wondrous taste of her blood. It is only fitting, he mused, that the one I choose for my mate is not human. For her blood was certainly not human.
Picking up his delightful new burden, Kouga made his way through various alleyways to his lair, the dark predator bringing home his sweetest capture.
Disclaimer: InuYasha and Co. are property of Rumiko Takahashi.
Sweetest Capture
By lixia42
Chapter 1 - Kouga
Kagome hurriedly walked down the street, the moonlit sheen on her black hair a lustrous gleam. Her white complexion looked nothing so lovely as that sweet innocence of a child's smooth cheeks, with blooms of color on either one. And indeed, she was a child, not even seventeen yet; her figure, though, was not wanting. It held all the necessary soft curves that differentiated a woman from a man, and the lack of exposure of her body bespoke of her innocence.
I spent too long at Maru's house, she thought worriedly. It's not good to be running about this late at night...and in the demon city, too! And I promised Mother that I would be careful...well, best get back soon then!
She hummed a tune as she headed to her apartment, long black hair streaming silkily behind her.
She had no idea of the vision she made, walking in the cold making her cheeks blush cherry red and her ivory white skin a deliciously sharp contrast to her jet black hair.
She didn't notice that her scent was trailing everywhere around her, enticing and sweet and completely unmarred with her innocence.
Unfortunately, others noticed.
She hadn't twenty steps from since when she started humming when a hand reached out a grabbed her arm.
She cried out, the sound half-muffled as another hand came up and covered her mouth savagely, dragging her deeper into an ominous looking alleyway. It was the dead of night, and no one saw.
Her arm went free as her waist was roughly encircled and her back was pressed to the hard chest of a man. She realized that the hands that held her were clawed, and she realized with a jolt of horror that a demon held her. She struggled and he only tightened his grip, leaning down to whisper in her ear, "Calm down. I won't hurt you."
His breath tickled and her stomach jolted with the fear of what demons in the city did to girls like her. How they lusted for the blood of virgins, devouring them like wild animals. All the stories she had heard reared up in her head and she struggled harder than ever, panicking.
The stranger hissed in a breath that was becoming more labored, "Stop...please, you don't know what you're doing to me!"
It was his plea that made her force herself to calm down. When she felt something hard pressing against her thigh from behind her, she nearly panicked again but managed to choke it down.
This was something even scarier to her. This demon, before eating her...would he rape her? She took slow, deep breaths, calming herself down.
When Kagome finally stopped struggling, the man drew in a shaky breath, that leaned farther down and breathed in again as he inhaled the wondrous scent that the woman seemed to have. All at once it was refreshing and sweet and tempting...he could imagine himself doing things to this girl that would be extremely pleasurable...
Kagome could smell the demon's scent. It was surprisingly fresh and smelled of forestry and other wild things she couldn't name. It was laced with a spicy smell that was getting stronger...I wonder what that is? Kagome thought bemusedly.
When the demon bent down and started kissing her neck, though, Kagome struggled anew, unable to master this new wave of panic as the demon brought his arm up and unbuttoned the first button of her coat.
She didn't realize that her wriggling was making the demon's arousal increase tenfold, who had to bite his tongue to keep from taking her right there.
His erection became painfully hard, the man threw Kagome against the wall, away from him. She winced as her shoulder hit the wall, but no real damage was done. Kagome stilled, scared to move as his shadowy form blocked her only escape route.
"I really don't want to hurt you," he said, breathing heavily. "Well," he grinned, "not yet. But you will have to stop being so damn tempting!"
She gasped as her eyes adjusted to the darkness and she made out his features. Wearing a long trench coat, this man was devastatingly handsome. His wild black hair and darkly dancing eyes hinted with red made her breath catch in her throat, not with desire but with the shock of encountering beauty. His chest, visible underneath the trench coat, was so well-muscled that even in the dim alleyway she could discern the outlines of the flat chest and ridged abs.
She was frightened by the look in his eyes as he stared at her, devouring her slim form in its long white winter coat and that luscious face of hers. He looked so wild and hungry, hungry for something her pure mind could not comprehend but recognized as dangerous.
The stranger stepped closer, a claw reaching out and grasping a lock of her hair, gently toying with it.
After breathing heavily for a few moments, the stranger asked in a husky voice, "What's your name?"
Kagome didn't answer, too scared to speak.
"I asked you a question," he growled, a hint of dark anger coming into his voice. "With regards to the circumstances, you had better answer." He leaned in threateningly closer to her and placed both his hands by her head on the wall behind her, caging her in.
"K-kagome," she choked out, her voice tight with fear.
At the sound of her voice, he nearly lost control of himself. That sweet, scared little helpless voice, at his mercy...that musical lilt discernable even in her fear.
"What a beautiful name," he murmured, pressing his body against hers, his lips brushing against her cheek. He groaned as he felt her soft body mold to his his, and couldn't help a shudder of repressed urges. "And my, what a beautiful girl you are, my pretty."
"Do you know who I am?" he asked, low voice a teasing growl.
"No, I don't," Kagome answered, trying to get the words out completely, but they ended in a whimper. She could feel his body against hers, and it was the first time she had been so close to a boy. She was still so very innocent.
"My name's Kouga," he purred, tongue reaching out to caress an earlobe. She twisted her head to get his tongue away but he merely held her chin in place and continued his lavishing. "You're in my territory," he said, with a dark grin on his face. "And anything I find in my territory is mine."
"You're a part of a gang?" Kagome asked, incredulous horror dawning upon her face.
"The leader of the best, the Wolves, my pretty," Kouga said, and catching sight of her round mouth in that lovely O shape of surprise, open and so soft and inviting, undid his control. Groaning, he leaned in, and lips barely brushing hers, whispered, "I claim you as mine. You won't be hurt if you behave. You will become part of my gang, as my woman, because oh," he emphasized, his hips pressing against hers, making her cry out, "you are quite the most enchanting thing I have ever seen in my life."
He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, savoring for a sweet moment the chaste softness and honeyed flavor. Then his instincts came alive.
Kagome gasped as he leaned in to kiss her, and taking advantage of her gasp he forced his tongue into her mouth. She cried out again and struggled, arms slamming against his chest, but this only seemed to excite him as he pressed himself closer to her.
He was getting rougher, hands starting to explore and mouth relentless, caressing her tongue seductively despite her whimpers of protest. Finally releasing her mouth, he trailed hot kisses down her neck, stopping to suck on the tender flesh as she tried to breathe in needed air.
"Please stop!" she cried out, still breathing hard, tears streaming from her cheeks. "This is wrong, I'm only sixteen! I don't want this!"
He halted his ministrations and regretfully pulled his body a little off of hers. Lacing a a deadly claw gently into her hair, he stared intently into her face. "You're nearly a child!" he said wonderingly, fingers caressing the soft skin of her cheek.
His eyes fell lower to her heaving chest, and he couldn't help but reach a hand out to touch it. Unbuttoning the top part of her coat, he slipped a hand inside the sweet warmth of her breasts as he fondled them, reveling in their softness, ignoring Kagome's cries.
"But you are not a child," he murmured, and his eyes bored into hers as he said with real regret, "I cannot help myself, Kagome. I don't want to hurt you; you are so beautiful, I wouldn't want to hurt that! But you will be mine, willingly or not."
"Please, if you have mercy," Kagome cried brokenly.
Kouga cut her off, laughing heartily. Still chuckling, he cast a feral gaze upon her, mirth still evident. "Mercy?" he said. "I am Kouga of the Wolves. I take what I want, and what I want is you."
His eyes, still gazing upon her, darkened with more red as he leaned in again, caressing her neck with his mouth. Flashing a fanged grin she couldn't see, he bit.
Kagome screamed soundlessly as she felt a searing pain in between her shoulder and her neck. Kouga was lapping at the wound with his tongue, his eyes now nearly black with lust. Finally gaining her voice, Kagome screamed out, hands pummeling at Kouga as she tried desperately to escape. He bit her in the same place harder, and Kagome fainted.
Licking his fangs, Kouga groaned with the wondrous taste of her blood. It is only fitting, he mused, that the one I choose for my mate is not human. For her blood was certainly not human.
Picking up his delightful new burden, Kouga made his way through various alleyways to his lair, the dark predator bringing home his sweetest capture.
