Path of the Tiger
A/N: The battle with Naraku is nearly complete, and the lives of the Inu-tachi are about to change forever, including one from the future that was never meant to be a part of the past. IY/Kag. S/M, and a surprise new comer who finds love in the Sengoku Jidai. Please Review and tell me what you think.
This is a rated R rated fic. It contains strong language, violence, and adult situations. It is not suited for readers under 17 years of age. You have been warned
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Inu Yasha characters.
Prolog: Thoughts and Passion
She was beautiful, he thought as he gazed upon her sleeping form. Her skin was smooth, nearly translucent in its perfection. Perfectly shaped eyebrows arched delicately above her now closed eyes, cresants of dark lashes outlining her soft lids. Black stripes graced her high cheekbones, a contrast to the paleness of her complexion. Her aquiline nose, so human in form, belied her youkai blood. Soft rosy lips, slightly parted in slumber begged for his own lips, and he fought the urge to plunder them and taste the sweet nectar beyond.
She stirred slightly, her lithe body curling against his, and he marveled at the perfection of such a body. It was strong, slender, and confident yet with one touch he could control and possess it. This thought thrilled him, his mouth curving into a small smile as he once again fought the desire within him to conquer her. His mind wandered from this creature of mystery and desire to the chain of events that had brought them together. What a fool he had been, thinking he was in love with another, following after her in blind adoration like some lovesick puppy. And he was a lovesick puppy, to believe all her lies, the deceptions that the other had told if only to hide her secret life. Now he knew the truth, had become part of it, and it still amazed him. What amazed him more was this new love, who cradled shamelessly in all her naked glory against his own nude body. That first day they had met, he would have never dreamed that fate, destiny, sheer dumb luck or perhaps the twisted sense of humor of the Gods would throw them together on a journey of death, sorrow, passion, and eternal love.
She shifted in her sleep, laying on her back. His memories could wait, he thought, as she beckoned to him. He reached out stroking her raven hair streaked with orange that sprawled like a curtain over their shared futon. She purred at his gentle ministrations. He leaned over, clamping his mouth down on her slender neck, gently nipping the sensitive skin, his tongue laving over her quivering flesh. Her purr turned into a heated growl as his free hand reached down to stroke her taught abdomen. Yes, memories could wait, for now he had other things to think about…
A/N: This is just the prolog so it is very short, but what do you think? Have you figured out who he is yet? Please review, I really would like to hear from my readers. Will post the next chapter as soon as can. Still writing Between Friends! So I will try to keep on top of updating both these stories.