She ached in the most horrendous way. This was unfamiliar territory for her. Why did that demon affect her so? She pondered this and submerged her body into the dark water.
Dusk had fallen after the young priestess had composed herself enough to attend to her regular duties. She had washed her linens, prepared supper, studied the codes of the priestesses with Kaede, and now she finally retired for the day, offering her weary body some solace in the cooling stream of the river. She washed her hair and body, drawing immense comfort from her favorite element – water.
It was wild and unpredictable, yet also strong and soothing. It was silent but possessed the power to mold the earth to its will. It carved a path to wherever it desired. A strength and resolve Kagome longed for.
She dove beneath the crystal-clear surface and danced with the currents underneath. They carried her as they willed, and she did not fight them, allowing herself to be taken further along the bank.
When she finally surfaced, she gasped for air and tossed her wet curls behind her back. An arch of droplets cascaded around her.
She gazed at the drowsy sky, the sun coloring the horizon with fire.
She let herself float on the wet mass, back on the stream.
The young woman closed her eyes and enjoyed the silence as her head was halfway submerged.
She could only hear the powerful hum of the river around her. Strong and lively, yet docile.
Behind her closed eyes, she could see his body. Firm, yielding to her touch. She was unable to banish the imagery from her mind's eye. So supple, strained. Tempting. That forbidden engorged hardness beckoning her fall.
Kagome bit her lip and slipped her hand between her legs. In the turmoil of the stream, no one heard her sigh.
The demon's eyes flashed open, heaving and sweating from another nightmare. The memories of his unconscious rest slipped from his grasp like mercury, no matter how hard he tried to hold onto them. He had dreamed about... He panted and shook his head restlessly. The demon could not remember. But the dreams, they had felt so real. Like he had been there. Where was it?
A tree? An embrace? Insects gathering souls, a woman. A dark man.
He grabbed his head as much in anguish as in frustration. He wanted to remember, but it hurt.
The demon closed his eyes and tried to calm his breathing.
Kagome.
The human girl entered the hut, holding a small woven basket that smelled a mixture of sweet, sour, and earthy. She hadn't come to him for almost a day, still feeling overcome by their last exchange. But she couldn't leave her ward completely unattended since he wasn't able to provide for himself. So, she tried to overcome the unsettling discomfort of being near the half-demon.
"Are you alright?" She asked, catching him at the most inopportune moment.
The demon turned his head away, feeling embarrassed. "It's nothing," he scoffed proudly.
Kagome picked up her hem as she walked over the threshold, hoisting the basket against her hip. She slipped a strand of hair behind her ear.
"I brought you some food," she said, settling down next to the demon's futon. If he refused to talk about whatever was bothering him, it was of no concern to her.
The demon glanced at the basket, noticing there were wineberries, kyohos, persimmons, and apples. Neatly sliced and peeled in colors ranging from dark, lavish purple to rich and vibrant monarch.
The demon was not feeling well, so he didn't sit up. Even though most of his wounds were healed, he had begun to feel worse for wear with each passing day.
"Let me help you," the woman gently said, slipping her hand behind his head and offering a slice of apple to his lips.
The demon's stomach nearly turned with the thought of food, but sustenance was mandatory. He cracked his lips, and the woman carefully slipped the small piece into his mouth.
It tasted bitter and had little sweetness to speak of, a fruit that was picked before it was fully ripe. The apples were not in their prime season yet. But there was a trace of something intriguing mixed with the sour taste of the apple.
He opened his mouth wider, and she placed another fleshy bit of fruit into the gaping maw, her fingers lightly brushing the demon's lips. The taste of that captivating intrigue grew more intense.
The demon seized her wrist, pulling her fingers into his mouth. Her slender, white digits twirled around his tongue, mingling with the juices of the fruit. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, savoring her taste. A terrible, profound yearning caught fire from his mouth, traveling down his throat to his stomach, settling into a knot there. He sucked her fingers forcefully.
"Wha-" She exclaimed, attempting to pull her hand away, but his grip remained steadfast. The demon rose from his bedding, his tousled yukata slipping down on his shoulders, revealing his elegant collarbones. His grip on her remained unbending, firm as steel.
"Stop...!" Kagome pleaded, trying to distance herself from him. But he was not the sickly, ill man he was mere moment ago. The fingers around her wrist felt incredibly strong, rejuvenated. He allowed her to retreat, but his body followed, still clinging to their contact. He opened his eyes, and they were unspeakably ravenous.
Her lips parted. A trembling sigh escaped them.
He released her. His features twisting into a wicked smile.
"I can taste your release on you."
Horror widened Kagome's eyes, and she backed away from him so hastily that she accidentally knocked the basket of fruits over with her foot. Guilt churned in the pit of her belly, but his unapologetically lustful and husky words made her lightheaded.
He nimbly twirled off his futon and began to crawl on his hands and knees towards Kagome.
"Were you thinking about him or me when you touched yourself?" He asked, grinning impishly.
She winced involuntarily.
"So..." He murmured in a low voice, dragging out the vowel. And in a soundless swoosh, he overcame her.
"... It was me," he growled next to her ear, a puff of hot, humid air hitting her neck.
She shut her eyes tightly and turned her head away. It wasn't true, she declared in her mind, and yet, her cheeks burned fiercely. She could never want a monster such as him.
He pushed her down, his yukata slipping further. He didn't feel sick or weak, and the gnawing pain of his wound was absent. He loomed over her, and her eyes descended to the level of his chest as he corralled her hands together and pinned them above her head. His pectoral muscles moved and strained beneath his skin as his hands maneuvered above her.
Kagome bit her lip. His body radiated unbearable heat.
The demon made a low, guttural sound deep in his throat and launched his mouth onto her neck.
The woman gasped and tried to wriggle away from him. She wanted none of his loathsome touches.
"Nnno...o," Kagome whimpered, but he only grew more possessive, dragging his teeth on the surface of her skin and lapping with his tongue over the red streaks left by his fangs. His tongue slick and hot.
"Stop it," she demanded with temperate resolve, pushing her shoulder against his bare chest. It was impossibly hard and unyielding.
He shifted his attention to the other side of her neck, tracing her rushing pulse with his mouth.
"I won't take you by force, if you're concerned about that," he murmured and let out a dark laugh.
"Where's the fun in that," he spoke in a taunting whisper.
The young woman pushed back harder, grunting with effort. She wasn't a toy of his, a doll to busy himself with. Her Inuyasha would never act with such vile. She despised this...thing that had awakened in Inuyasha's place. Loathed this creature that was a distorted, ill-representation of the man she loved.
"Go ahead, get mad," he urged her, almost cackling.
He sucked her neck vigorously and pressed his body down.
"I want you feel it. I want you to beg."
She jerked her head violently and glared at him.
"I would never beg for anything from you," she hissed, nearly spitting at him.
Suddenly, he released her arms and flashed a smile that seethed with wickedness.
"Well then, I'll just have to make you," he said.
She gasped and dug her fingers into his shoulders.
His hand had stealthily appeared beneath her kimono. He circled a finger against her panties, his razor-sharp claw grazing the millimeter-thin fabric.
"No!" She yelped. His touch was far too close, impossibly so.
"Your undergarments..." the demon mused, knitting his brows in deep concentration. He seemed about to ask what the offending garment was called until he remembered.
"Panties," he recalled.
"They are soaked," he whispered against the juncture of her neck, rubbing his fingertips together, marveling at the sticky residue between them.
She could not take the humiliation and the betrayal of her body. Why did his touch have to feel so good? Her thighs quivered. No. She tossed her head back as his knuckles brushed a cluster of nerves above her entrance. She wanted him to stop.
"I remember," the demon quietly began recounting a memory, a dream that had haunted him for weeks.
"I remember how you used to ride on my back, your panties grinding against me," he whispered, hissing as the memory alone made him harden painfully.
"I remember wanting to fuck you. Wanting to take you somewhere out of sight of the others. A cave, a tree, it didn't matter. I wanted to take you there and fuck you broken. But he always stopped me." The demon growled, grinding his hips into hers. Kagome opened her eyes, not realizing she had kept them closed.
"Even when he was in control, I was always there. Underneath." An ominous revelation the demon voiced aloud.
"You cannot possibly understand how much effort he has spent trying to restrain me."
No, Kagome couldn't. All this time, she thought she had known Inuyasha, his demonic side and all. But she clearly didn't understand his inner workings, not if these were his true desires. Her thoughts were abruptly cut off when his lips sought hers, softly claiming them. Her first real kiss, where her partner was fully present. He pried her lips apart and conquered her mouth with tender passion.
Her eyes fluttered half-closed, and her fingers relaxed on his shoulders. The one kissing her was not the demon, it was Inuyasha. The demon could never be that gentle and adoring.
She cried into his mouth when his thumb nestled against her clitoris. He smiled into their kiss and effortlessly ripped her panties away. Cold air hit her tender areas. Or rather, the air wasn't cold, she was just that heated.
He continued his ministrations and tilted his head for better access to her mouth. She swooned, and her body reflexively bucked into his hand. He had made her greedy for a taste of something she had merely sampled for the first time. Whatever he was doing to her felt vastly superior to anything she had managed to evoke with her own hands.
"H-how... How do you know how to touch my body like that?" She gasped when he finally broke their kiss.
He tore her kimono open with an impatient lack of gentleness, conjuring trembles and goosebumps along her body.
"Because it's mine," he growled, attacking her with a thousand hands and mouths. Her body arched beneath him, every inch of her touched by him.
It was as if she was under a spell. He was like magic. Dark magic.
He backed away from her, crawling on his hands and knees, stopping when his face was level with her hips.
She had a vague idea of what he was up to, but she was too dazed to stop him. All the nerves in her body screamed a white-hot inferno when his mouth finally landed on her vulva. His serpent-like tongue teased her, fully aware of how it affected her.
She let out a shattered cry. It was like a child tossing a match into a pool of gasoline, completely unprepared for the sea of flames that would come alive. She could not have imagined a heat so intense. She was so close.
And then he pulled his mouth away from her.
"Already?" he teased, embarrassingly acutely aware of her body's responses.
Kagome whimpered. The demon allowed her body to cool just enough so she wouldn't immediately climax when he resumed pleasuring her with his lips and tongue.
She was caught in a whirlpool of indescribable pleasure, the demon attending to her with such precision that it felt as though he had done so hundreds of times before.
The woman grabbed his head, clamping her thighs tightly against each side of it. She was subjected to a divine torment she barely understood. Yet, her mortal strength was nothing compared to his demonic power. He easily maneuvered his head between her squeezing legs and moved an inch lower, thrusting his tongue inside her.
It was overwhelming. He was teasing her with the idea of something larger within her. Her body craved deeper penetration. She wanted to beg.
Despite her own inhibitions, she longed for fulfillment, for relief.
"Please," she whispered so quietly she couldn't even hear herself speak.
The demon smirked with satisfaction, releasing her with a smacking sound. Her body jolted.
He rose to his knees and shed his yukata, revealing a landscape of taut, hard muscles as the clothing fell away.
Kagome swallowed hard and scrambled up, not bothering to close the clothing the demon had ripped open.
She crawled to him, sliding her hand to his chest, timidly glancing at his awaiting hardness. It was darker than the rest of his pale skin, veined, and twitched under her gaze. His size left her almost swallowing her tongue. She had caught unplanned bashful glimpses before, but it was far more imposing now.
Kagome wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her body against his, and pulled his head down for a kiss.
She could taste herself on his lips.
The human woman pushed the demon onto his back on the floor. He complied, not expecting her to take the lead. But after bringing her to climax half a dozen times, he couldn't blame her. And he certainly wasn't complaining.
She positioned herself atop him, aligning their lower halves for easy penetration.
When Kagome felt his hardness brushing her slick folds, she blushed and muffled a moan with a bite on her knuckles. Feeling him so close drove her wild. Her hips moved of their own accord along his length, coating him with her wetness.
The demon moaned and stilled her hips.
"Enough teasing, woman," he commanded hoarsely. "Give yourself to me now."
There was a hint of something dark in Kagome's eyes, which the demon mistook for lust. As much as she had surrendered to her desire, she still had her wits about her. She toyed with the rosary around his neck, securing his hands underneath the beaded necklace.
"Sit," she whispered.
An invisible chain bound him immobile against the floor. He was unable to move his hands.
"What-" He struggled to speak.
Kagome quickly jumped off him and pulled her kimono closed, running her fingers through her hair to tame any wild strands.
"What the fuck is this?!" The demon jeered. He tried to trash and twist, but that magnificent force was unrelenting.
"Release me at once!" He barked through gritted teeth.
Kagome shook her head, trying to still the tremor in her knees.
"You'll regret this..." He threatened, narrowing his eyes. "You can forget me being gentle with you."
"Sit!" Kagome commanded again, louder this time.
The pressure around the demon's neck and wrists increased.
"Bitch," he wheezed under the spell.
Kagome smirked.
"It's the new moon tonight. After this, I'll never have to see you again."
The demon didn't understand the celestial significance but vowed to himself that the moment the spell lifted, he would claim her – with force.