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Heat
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Our cabin's interior is being filled by the darkness of the black night covering everything. The door remains open, and welcoming to the scarce breeze the early morning brings, and to the dim luminescence of the crescent moon in its zenith. The sound of the nocturnal forest comes in like a lulling whisper, which makes a stark contrast with the held back moans of your voice, which are released in a hiss that makes my skin swell.
The humid heat of today has been barely tolerable, and even so, here we are.
Oh, Kagome,I hear you sigh, an instant later after pressing your naked thigh between my legs.
What can I even answer to this?
My mind has become lost amidst thoughts and desires.
I note the heat of your skin on my skin, feeling like I'm about to combust and even so I don't pull away, nor push you away. On the contrary, I allow one of my hands to wander down your hip, and around the curvy line of your butt cheek, only to dig my nails in it. I perceive the hardened shape of your sex pushing against my abdomen, and my passion only grows exponentially, burning in so many places at the same time that my reason clouds, until I can only express one request.
Enter, I mutter.
Your breath comes out in a hiss, and your body shakes entirely a moment later, in the same way the fever makes the sick tremble.
Kagome, I hear my name, expressed with such vehemence I can only pant.
I feel your teeth seeking my earlobe, and that only sets the heat to rise. My body is now loose out of desire, and I don't even know what keeps me standing right now. Maybe, it is the wall I touch with my semi-naked back, or your hands, filled by the volume of my breasts as your fingers pinch my nipples. No, maybe it is the thigh you've placed between my legs, and that I'm practically riding with a constant sway of my hips, back and forth, my sex adding humidity, turning the friction in something desperate.
I don't know.
InuYasha, I beg you again, and slip a hand between our bodies to capture, without remorse, your erection, gripping with as much strength as my own yearning creates. I note how, before that gesture, you get even harder, and I feel my own tolerance disappearing. I snap my head back, seeking some air in the middle of the desperate heat I feel.
I need you inside me.
I notice your tongue then, humid and hot, tracing my neck, from the clavicle to my jaw. Your next words, and the tone so densely dark in them, make the heat turn into the very flames of hell.
I'm going in.
My mind only manages to form one thing; please.
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A/N
I already said that I'd probably end up writing about the heat xD
It feels impossible for me to leave this encounter here, so maybe I'll make a second part so that all of this "heat" finds a way out.
Thank you for reading up to here.
Many kisses,
Anyara
This text is possible thanks to the translation of: Dezart