I will make this warning here and now: this is going to be dark with rape and foul language.

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha

This story is completely fictional I have no knowledge of this ever happening nor have I experienced it. As a writer I simply write to the inspiration that comes to me I have not sought out this plot in any way.

Prologue

Broken rays of morning's light fell upon the tangled sheets of the youth's bed, and for his sake it was good he was not in them.

"Boy! Your ass better not be late for school again!"

Groaning from his place on the ground the youth struggled to his feet. How in the seven hells did I get down here? Still crouched he paused to let his vision clear. Oh yeah, I forgot about last night. Fuck I feel like shit. He stumbled towards the bathroom to shower but not before noticing the alarm clock. Keh, first period is boring anyways.

Downstairs a woman in her late thirties rushed back and forth in the kitchen putting away her dishes from this morning's breakfast. When the sound of the upstairs shower reached her she rolled her eyes and checked her watch before bounding up the stairs. I can be late every once and a while. She was in front of his bedroom door quickly and entered without knocking. In on smooth motion her blazer jacket joined the heap of cloths on the ground. Barely even registering the mess at her heeled feet she tried the door to the youth's bathroom only to find it locked. Well fine then, I'll just wait till after you get home boy, either way. Picking up her blazer jacket she walked back out of the youth's room.

It hadn't been hard for the youth to hear the woman's pathetic attempt to walk in on him but he rolled his eyes. Doesn't that fucking bitch ever learn? Fuck, as soon as I graduate I am so fucking out of here. With a flick of his wrist he stopped the flow of water and grabbed the towel on the counter. Once he checked that the woman had gone he stepped fully into his room and grabbed a pair of jeans and his school's soccer jersey. Today was the big game against some rich prep school and he was looking forward to kicking the other team's asses. Checking the window to see if the woman's car was still in the driveway his day brightened further to find it gone. Slinging his bag over his shoulder the youth leapt down the stairs and out the door without pausing to see if the woman had left him any breakfast. After throwing his bag into the passenger seat his raked his claws through his long hair pulling it loosely into a low ponytail and braiding it with practiced ease. Starting up his faded red jeep he pulled from the drive way and headed down the street towards school.

About eleven hours later the same faded red jeep pulled into the driveway once again. The youth slumped in the driver's seat exhausted from today's soccer match. They had won 5-0 and of course he managed to get himself another hat trick, his third of the season. Snatching his black soccer bag from the backseat he carefully got out of the car and ambled up the walkway in hopes of making some pizza before he started his homework. As the youth debated over what he wanted on the Italian treat he failed to recognize the silver BMW parked next to his jeep, he also missed the woman's face staring down at him from his bedroom window. Coming into the entryway the youth dropped his bag and turned right, entering the kitchen. He opened the freezer and pulled out some pre-made pizza dough and set it on the counter just as a pair of hands snaked around is waist. Before the youth could react the hands slipped past the elastic of his soccer uniform.

"Let go of me you fucking slut."

"Oh, come off it boy, no harm, no foul" the woman purred.

"I said get off."

The youth braced himself against the counter in front of him as the woman's ministrations intensified.

"Stop."

"Boy, don't lie. You enjoy it. Any male would in enjoy it."

His breath hitched has her fingers moved skillfully.

"I hate you."

With the opposite hand the woman turned the youth's body. That same hand snagged the elastic of his uniform shorts tugging them with her as she fell to her knees. The youth held back a moan when he felt warm moisture against his flesh.

A short time later she returned to her normal height also returning the shorts to their proper place on the youth.

"I know boy, I know."

Her hand fisted his jersey as she pulled him to and up the stairs. Her feet knew the way to his room even backwards and she continued at an even pace. The woman smirked at the loathing in the youth's eyes, but the way his mind worked was different to the way his body would react, this much she already knew. She hadn't always had this obsession with the youth but once it had begun it did not take long to fester inside of her. That had been three long years ago, three years. His body hadn't known what motions to make but that faded in time as she taught it to please her, oh how he had grown in three years. His mind had been scared, but now that fear turned to hate. Even with this undoubted hate he would never leave her, of this she was sure. For if he left her he would be alone, and being alone was the one thing her toy feared the most.

The woman helped the youth from his uniform before shedding her own business suit. She ran learned fingers across the contours of the youth's chest. My God how he has grown. She eased him into a sitting position on the bed and her knees met the carpet. Using the palms of her hand she slid her fingers up his thigh satisfied with his low moan. The youth mindlessly leaned back supporting his weight with his arms extended behind him. Another moan escaped his lips as he felt the woman slither back up his body pushing him onto his back. Both bodies moved further towards the center of the bed. The woman straddled the youth's waist grinning at the half glazed look in his eyes, half lust, and half hatred. She could feel his full arousal against her own thigh now. Slightly raising herself above the youth she took him in her hands once again guiding him into her. Even she, after three years, could not suppress the groan of pleasure at his entry.

"Good boy…"

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