InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Accidentally In Love ❯ One too many mistakes ( One-Shot )

Accidentally in Love

Dicclaimer: I don't own Inu-Yasha or any of the characters thereof.

"NOOO!!! Mom!!!" A girl's scream was heard for miles, as she ran to her mother's side. "Mom, you can't die! You're all I have left!" tears ran down her face, as she kneeled beside her mother, trying desperately to staunch the flow of her life's blood as it pooled on the floor of their tiny hut.

"There's nothing you can do, Ayara. Not even your demonic healing abilities will help," she looked at her daughter, and watched in despair, as she changed, from a young girl to a beautiful demoness. "It won't help, honey. There's a spell on me, which prevents any healing, so I must die here." She turned to her beautiful daughter, "Ayara, listen to me, and listen well," and with her final words, she gave her daughter one last thing, "Find him. You'll know him when you meet him, because you two are connected now. You will not understand why, but you will feel it. You will feel a need to be with him, to love him, and you will. You will love him, but it will be up to you where to go from there..." she paused, "Remember, my baby. Remember." she closed her eyes, and fell limp, the blood flow finally comng to a stop.

"Mom!" tears filled Ayara's eyes once again, as she sat there, in despair, wishing for all of the world that she could have saved her. Or, died in her place... but that didn't make sense! her mother had already lived her life, born children, and sent them all out into the world... with the exception of Ayara, she had been the last child before her father left for the war, and never came back. Now she would have to face the big, open, dangerous world by herself. With nothing, no one to guide her. Her instincts were not enough. Sure, they could nudge her in the right direction when she needed it most, but they weren't enough to live by. She was utterly and completely alone. She stood up to assess the damage that was left, and found, to her delight, that everything was healed. She smiled inwardly, and sniffed. "Demons. Lots of them. Coming closer. All males? Oh, shit..." she walked outside, and noticed the moon, it was full! That meant that she was stuck in her demoness form for a week, until her heat passed. "Fuck this shit, I'm leaving."

With that said, she headed out of the village. Hoping beyond hope that the demons tailing her were only after her for her scent of fertility.

*~*~*~*

The next week was a living hell for the young demoness, lower-class males pouncing on her everywhere she turned. The worst part was, she was becoming feverish, and he heat was entering it's final phase... if only she could hold out until then... BAM!!

It hit her from behind, knocking her momentarily senseless. She shook her head to clear it, and turned to face her attacker. It was a B-class demon, and she had been worried! She underestimated this demon's strength though.

She held out during his attacks, and managed to get in a few of her own. Finally, he was tired, but she was barely breaking a sweat! He should be easy prey. She delivered the final blow just before passing out in the middle of the clearing that their battle had created. Obviously more exhausted than she thought.

As she rested, most of her heat dissipated, leaving only the fever and a small amount of the scent that A-class demons alone could pick up. The worst part was, this was the phase of her heat that no male could resist... and if an A-class demon wanted her, he would get her, or kill her trying.

~~~~~With Sesshoumaru~~~~~

Ridnig through the sky, surveying his lands, was Sesshoumaru, Lord of the Western Lands. He was passing over a forest, when he noticed a clearing that had not been there earlier that week, and it was too big for ningen to have made it gathering wood. No, a battle had been fought here. Probably between demons, so he went to check everything out... that's when he picked up the scent. 'Oh, shit. Now I'm in trouble.' he thought, as his instincts kicked in, seeing that he was also in heat, he couldn't control it any longer. He landed next to the battered body of a young girl, and immediately quirked a brow. 'How could a simple ningen girl have such an enticing aroma when she's in heat? Even when I am in heat, I can usually ignore ningen women... but this one seems different somehow.' He turned her over to discover, to his great amusement, that this was not a ningen girl, but a beautiful demoness. He smirked, now he could use this girl to releive himself... 'No! I must bring her back to my castle, so her wounds can be healed, and she can accept me. I mustn't force myself on her... I would never stoop so low.' and with that, he took off at full speed, so he wouldn't take her in the middle of the forest.

~~~~~With Ayara~~~~~

Ayara shifted as she woke, to find that she was not on the ground anymore, but in the arms of some man! She didn't stir too much, so he would think that she was still asleep. She discovered that there was something soft that this man was wearing, and snuggled in, stroking the soft furs. She lay there for several minutes, before finally sighing, and falling back into a dreamless sleep.

*~*~*~*

When she woke the next time, she was no longer being carried, but she was in a bed. A bed with soft linens like she had never felt before in her entire life, 'I could get used to this.' she thought, as she yawned and stretched, then *sniff* 'what the?' *sniff-sniff-sniff* her eyes shot open. She sat bolt upright, and scanned the room, seeing only a nightstand, bureau, desk and chair.

"I can smell you. Come out, or I shall find you." she squinted at a particular corner as a man --a demon!!-- stepped out, half-dressed, and sporting a partial erection. 'Oh, shit.' Ayara thought, as she surveyed him. 'Well, at least he's pretty.' that had to be the understatement of the year. This man was gorgeous; perfectly toned muscles, fair skin, silver hair, and a navy blue crescent moon in the middle of his forehead.

He smiled, and her stomach did this kind of butterfly thing, leaving her feeling like she was floating. "You're awake. I see. Good." he smirked, and this time it sent shivers down Ayara's spine, for it was no longer filled with concern... only lust and desire, and a need... a need for what? Then it hit her, this poor man was in heat too! She decided to help him.

"Come to me, love." she spread her arms wide, and he rushed over, completely lost in a sea of need. She kissed the crescent moon on his forehead, as he undressed her. She then moved to stroke his hyper-sensitive ears, and he moaned, "Please!"

She quickly removed his pants, revealing a painfully erect penis. "Poor baby..." she laid him on the bed, then kneeled down in front of him. He spread his legs wide, giving her full access, and she began her work. Her nimble fingers bringing him closer and closer to the sweet oblivion of release.

She brought him to the very edge, and stood up. He wimpered from the loss, but she quickly silenced him, pushing him up, onto the bed. She then straddled his hips, sitting straight up, and she examined every inch of him. After her examination, she decided that his seed would be worthy, and righted herself.

He looked at her expectantly, and she leaned over, licking his nipples. Teasing them to attention.

She straightened, and in one swift motion, sat down hard, impaling herself on his swollen member. He cried out in pure exstacy, as she began a rhythm of pulling almost all the way off, then slamming back down. He moaned, and met her, thrust for thrust, as she brought him closer to release.

Then, suddenly, he flipped her underneath him, and used his demonic speed to ram deeper into her sweet warmth. She smiled, and wrapped her legs around his waist, as his eyes bled red, and he howled his release into her wonderfully tight body. She cried out, as her own orgasm ripped through her body.

Suddenly he passed out, and fell beside her. That's how they fell asleep. Still joined, and very happy.

*~*~*~*

Ayara woke slowly, for she was reluctant to leave her dreamworld. She yawned, and tried to stretch, but she felt a strange sensation in her lower reigons. She was confused for a moment, until the previous night's events came back to her. She blushed crimson, and proceeded to try to rouse the other person in the bed.

"Wake up, love," she shook him lightly. He sighed, and mumbled something about ningens in the forest. She giggled, and said, louder this time, "Hey, you. Let me up."

That woke him up, and he looked around wildly for the source of the voice, before he noticed Ayara. He looked at her quizically, obviously still half-asleep.

"Could you let me up, please?"

He quirked a brow, obviously puzzled as to how he was keeping her there, when she was lying beside him.

She was getting frustrated, "I said let me up, damnit!" then, it dawned on her, and she shifted her weight a little, so he could feel what she was talking about.

Realization dawned on him, as he remembered the previous night's events. He blushed shightly, and pulled out, allowing her to relax.

"Thank you, love," she sighed contentedly.

"You're very welcome," he said.

Ayara noticed that all huskiness was gone from his voice, and she asked, "You do have a bathroom, right?"

He chuckled, and nodded.

"Where is it then?" she ended with a squeak, as he lifted her, bridal-style, and carried her to his bathroom.

He sat her on the counter, beside the sink, and proceeded to fill the huge tub.

"Could you leave for a minute?" she asked, "I need to check something."

He looked at her, then nodded, as he turned the running water off.

"Thank you," she smiled.

"Anything for you, love," he said, 'although, I don't know why.' he mentally added, as he closed the door.

Ayara lowered herself onto the floor, and used her miko powers to check if the previous night had done anything.

She suddenly gasped, and began crying, for it had done something.

Two of them.

*~*~*~*

Sesshoumaru stood outside the door, wondering if the girl would let him back in. He hadn't done anything to hurt her, had he? No, she would have said something.

He suddenly jumped, as the stench of salt assaulted his nose.

He growled at the thought that someone, or something would do anything to hurt his precious mate, when he remembered that she was in there alone.

He timidly walked over to the door, and slowly pushed it open, as a fresh scent reached his nose.

Now he knew why she was crying. He had done this to her. 'Now,' he told himself, 'I must calm her, and help her through this.'

She was sitting in the corner, crying for all she was worth. Her whole body shook with every sob.

He was hit with a pang of guilt. Seeing her like this tore at his very soul, and he considered how to approach her.

All coherent thought was lost, as she turned around and fixed those bright green eyes on him. There was so much anger, hatred, and confusion.

He crossed the room and took her in his arms, as she buried her face in his shoulder. He sat down on the floor, bringing her into his lap, as she continued to cry into his shoulder.

She slowly calmed, and looked up at him, her eyes glazed over from so much crying. He wiped away the last traces of her tears, and kissed her forehead lightly. He gave her a reassuring look, and smiled. This earned a smile out of her, as she snuggled into his warmth. She sighed, and said, "You know--" but was cut off, as he placed a finger on her lips, whispering, "I know."

"But, how could you know?"

"I can smell it. Or should I say them?"

She was shocked, and surprised, and worried.

He purred in her ear, "What shall I call my mate?"

"Ayara," she sighed, "and what shall I call mine?"

"Sesshoumaru."

Ayara gasped, she had seduced the most powerful youkai she'd ever known of, the Lord of the Western Lands, and she hadn't even know it!

Sesshoumaru chuckled.

"So," Ayara said, "What are we to call our children?"