Hi all, I have changed the rating of the story due to the descriptive nature of this chapter. And I realised that FFN removed my separators. This was fast because I had half the chapter already done when I posted the first chapter. Please be patient with me for the following chapters. It's coming from scratch.
Disclaimer: All the Inuyasha characters do not belong to me, they are the exclusive property of their creator. However, I do own the original ideas and characters invented.
Chapter 2 - Tamashi No Hanryo
Ever since I can remember, I have had the same type of dream time and again. Sometimes the scenery changes, sometimes the smells change and even the people change, but always... I will always see him...
Burrowing beneath the sheets, she drank in the scent that was soaked into them; a scent that was deeply engraved in her soul. It smelt like the deep musk of earth and the cool and refreshing wind and rain but there was also the crisp fragrance of dew-kissed flowers and trees. It was HIS smell.
Then, she was aware of the sensual glide of satin exposing her skin to gentle kisses that scorched their way down her back. Occasionally, there was a scraping of teeth that caused her to gasp in pleasure and arch her back. She could hear him chuckle, amused that he had such power to affect her.
Pouting, she tossed a mock glare from behind the curtain of her hair to inform him of her displeasure at his teasing, expecting as usual to see the blurred outline of his features.
Instead, her gaze was gripped by the sharp glittering gold of his predatory gaze. But fear was far from her mind as her heart pounded and her insides trembled with excitement.
Lifting her body slightly, she felt his claws bite slightly into the tender flesh of her hips before he released her and allowed her to turn over. Staring in wonder, she soaked in his features that were for the first time revealed to her sight.
Oh, she knew that he had long feathery eyelashes and a sharp and prominent nose. She knew that he had canines that nipped his bottom lip when closed and ears that sat on top of his head rather than at the side. She knew that he liked to have his ears massaged and that they were triangular and furry. But what she knew with her touch could never visually match the magnificence that was now before her.
Her dream lover was hot. Sitting there, with the crimson satin covers swathed around his well toned waist and his long silvery locks pooling around him, he looked every image like a Grecian god descended from Mount Olympus to visit the mortals.
Leaning forward, she trailed her fingers down his face, re-learning with sight what she knew with her fingers. As her fingers crested the tip of his nose, he grabbed her hand to press a kiss to her fingertips before nipping them lightly.
She gave a sharp gasp and her eyes darkened with pleasure as he engulfed her fingers into the moist warm cavern of his mouth. Alternating between nips and licks, he made his way up her arm and when he reached the tender flesh at the hollow of her throat, he sucked.
Her eyes widened as she arched her back with a sharp gasp as pleasure coursed through her body. Gazing blindly around her, she found herself back in the familiar surroundings of her girly bedroom. Absent, was her dream lover clad in his red satin sheets although his scent lingered, earthy and elemental.
Blushing, she checked under the sheets and to her profound relief, found that she was still fully clothed. Willing herself not to think of her dream, she flopped back onto her pillow.
The dreams were getting more and more vivid although this was the first time she had ever dreamed of being in bed with him. But the greatest gift of all was that she had finally been able to see his face. Still blushing, she slipped into a light doze.
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"That's it! It's too early in the morning for this and I've had enough. No more prospective brides! I don't want to get married! I NEVER DID!"
With a furtive glance, all the people in the room gave each other knowing looks. As they watched their young master storm out of the room, leaving a startled young female gaping in his wake.
The Eastern Lord would not be pleased that his youngest and most favourite daughter was openly rejected in front of so many servants. Shaking their heads slightly, all the servants present converged around the princess to pacify her. She was the "prettiest" of his daughters and therefore, his most favourite. For the boar youkai, the prettier meant the uglier.
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"Kagome! Kagome-chan!" Eri shouted, waving her hands in front of Kagome's vacant gaze as she cast a worried look over her shoulder at her other two friends.
"Kagome… You look like you have not slept in years…" Yuka murmured as she tapped the listless girl on her shoulder, bringing her attention back to the present.
"Oh… Yuka… Eri… Ayumi… I feel like I haven't slept in years," Kagome muttered with a big yawn, not bothering to cover her mouth.
"Are those dreams still bothering you?" Ayumi asked as she plopped down on the bench beside Kagome as Yuka and Eri headed over to queue for lunch.
"D…Dr… Dreams?" Kagome stuttered nervously as she sat up abruptly. She felt her face start to heat up as she thought about the rather erotic dream she had earlier in the morning and also the fact that she saw his face for the first time.
"Kagome-chan… Are you…? You are! You're blushing!" Ayumi accused, her hands turned Kagome's face to look at her. "Spill," she demanded.
Glancing around furtively, Kagome edged closer to Ayumi. "You know how I keep having this one dream over and over again?" Seeing Ayumi nod vigorously, Kagome continued, stuttering, "Well, this morning, it was… More… Um… More…"
"Jeez! More what?!" Ayumi questioned, the suspense was killing her.
"In-depth."
"In-depth? In-depth, how…? OH!" Ayumi gaped is disbelief as she took in Kagome's arched brow and the look of desperation in her hazel eyes. Kagome only got that look when they talked about one topic. Sex. Not that she was naïve or a prude, but Kagome often felt uncomfortable discussing sex as she was from a family who gave birth to generations of priests and priestesses.
"Oooo… Our little girl is all grown up and having wet dreams of her own!" Ayumi gushed, slinging her arm around Kagome's neck and pulling the now beet-red face close.
"Sh…Shut up, Ayumi!" Kagome groaned, burying her embarrassed face in her hands as her friend burst out laughing.
"Hey Kagome!"
"Oh… Hey, Hojo…" Kagome greeted weakly, as she glared at her still laughing friend.
"I was wondering if you're feeling any better after trying the ginseng jam?" Hojo asked, concern shining in his eyes.
Shuddering at the memory of the disgusting ginseng jam, Kagome smiled wanly and nodded slightly, wary that he might question her further.
"That's good! Maybe I should make more!"
"NO! I mean… There's no need," Kagome burst out, horrified that she would be given another herbal remedy that her mother would force-feed her with. In her mother's opinion, if someone made the effort to give her something, she also had to make the effort to "appreciate". But Hojo's remedies were getting more and more out of this world and it seemed that only Ji-chan could appreciate their unique tastes. In fact, he said he has never felt more vigorous in his entire life. Which led to implications that Kagome would rather not think about.
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A warm tingle started at his waist and ever so gently moved up, he could feel her lips and tongue caressing the edge of each pectoral muscle. Smirking, he continued to feign sleep; this was the first time she had ever initiated contact on her own.
She had always been shy but he knew a fire lurked beneath that innocent façade by the ardent way she responded to his touch. He inhaled deeply; her familiar scent of musk, mandarin oranges and peonies was heavily laced with arousal. Like a drug, her scent clouded his thoughts and urged his more feral side to surface.
Gently, her warm tongue laved a nipple, which pulled a rumbling growl of appreciation from him. Hearing her giggle in response, he slowly opened his eyes and watched her feather his chest with kisses until she was straddling his waist.
He gathered that she was in a playful mood as her gaze met his blatantly and held it. Leaning forward, she placed her moist lips against the edge of his sensitive fur tipped ear and whispered, "My turn," before she flicked out her tongue and licked his ear.
The lick tore a moan from his lips. Entranced by her boldness, he could only lie still as she continued to press kisses along his collarbone. When she reached the tender flesh that joined the shoulder and neck, she interspersed nips with licks and warm puffs of air, which made his claws curl with desire into the satin bedspread beneath him.
And all of a sudden, she bit down. The pleasure and pain morphed into one as she marked him.
Jumping out of bed with a gasp, he looked around wildly, expecting to find her in bed with him. But the sheets were empty. Stalking to the mirror, he bared his shoulder to the moonlight and sure enough, there it was. Her brand. Whether she knew what she did or not, she had marked him. Smirking once again, he crawled back into bed and was instantly bathed in her scent.
The need to mate and mark her was strong. But he had been fighting the pull for the last seventeen years. Oh yes, he knew she was human… Which was why he was constantly at war with himself, fighting against marking her. No one knew... She was HIS secret, the reason why he never sought to take a mate after 600years. She was his sole reason for living. His tamashi no hanryo, his soulmate.