InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Across the Ages ❯ I am glass ( Chapter 19 )
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By: inuyoukai8 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.17.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 170 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.17.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 170 | Status: Completed
Chapter Nineteen
The wind howled outside like a pack of baying beasts, the thunder shook the windows. The storm raged on, it's fury far from spent. While the world took shelter, others reveled in it. The cares of the world lost across the sea of a million dreams.
Sesshoumaru cradled Ayeka's small body against him. He knelt in the center of the large bed. His lovely mate currently straddling his lap. His silver hair pooled around them, like shining water on the silken linens. His clawed hands at her waist, gentle. Ayeka slowly lifted her hand to trace the moon on his brow, the tip of his ear. Ethereal. It was the only word she had for him, was the only word she had ever considered equal to him. And even that was lacking greatly.
Sesshoumaru leaned forward and fused his lips to hers, capturing her in that one simple touch, that searing proximity. Her body pressed more firmly into his. A velvet slide of flesh. One hand moved upwards along her spine to cradle to the back of her head. Long fingers moving into the crimson silk of her hair. Claws scratched lightly over the sensitive skin of her scalp. Poison claws that she held no fear of. She nearly purred into his mouth at the tender touch.
Ayeka moaned softly as he feasted on her, his lips firm and tender. His tongue slipping into her mouth to mate with her own, his fangs brushing over her lower lip. She let her own curl around one of those deadly fangs. Sesshoumaru growled softly, liking her aggression. Liking his own more.
Slowly, he laid them back in the bedding. Rising over her like the moon over the world. Everything narrowed to golden eyes. She threaded her fingers through silky strands, her touch a hint of a caress. His hands slid slowly, softly over her skin, igniting passion as they went.
He braced his weight with his arms, and trailed kisses along her jaw. His tongue swirling over the thudding of her pulse at her throat. He nipped the tender flesh, soothed with slow kisses. She moaned softly. Her body wanting to be much closer to his.
His tongue teased over the flute of her collarbone. He nipped the small hollow of her throat there. Nibbling kisses rained heat on her. She turned her head to the side and gently licked along the delicate point of his ear. He moaned quietly and she nipped him lightly, earning a warning growl from him. It said quite clearly, 'Behave woman'.
He cupped her breast, his lips brushing over the tight bud of her nipple. He palmed her flesh, rolled it under the weight of his hand. Caught the peak between his fingers as he did so, tugged lightly. She strained against him and he smiled as he pressed open mouth kisses to the pale mound.
His tongue suddenly lashed out to curl around her nipple and she clutched her hands in his hair. His fangs pressed into her lightly. Reddened indentations on snowy skin. She whimpered when his hand moved downward. He teased the soft lips below her navel, even as his pulled the nipple firmly into his mouth.
He suckled her breast, the nipple pressing against the ridged roof of his mouth as two fingers pinched her pearl. She cried out at the sharp sensation. Her body taut with need now. Sesshoumaru chuckled against her chest. While he circled that bud, he turned his attention to her other breast. Fangs brushing over taut peaks.
Ayeka felt the heat sweep through her. Two fingers pushed into her while his thumb pressed on her bundle of nerves. She arched like lightening had hit her. He pressed his kisses along her stomach and nipped at her hip. She panted his name. "Sesshoumaru.....Sessh, please..."
He peered up through lashes and silver bangs, "Hnn." he murmured against the swell of her thigh. He drew circles with his tongue on the soft flesh on the inside of it. She whimpered when his tongue slid along her wetness, her hands sliding to the back of his head.
He teased her with pressing circles on the pearl there, and then he slid his tongue within her folds. His nose pressed against that bead, as that clever tongue touched the place within her. She bucked against him. When had his tongue gotten longer?
Sesshoumaru teased the spongy ridge even as he toyed with her jewel. Her body shook with the force of her impending climax. He replaced his tongue with his finger and latched onto her clit once more. Suckling hard at it, flicking it with the fleshy appendage. His tongue swirled through her folds, he even wrote his name on her moist, pink flesh.
Her nails bit into his scalp, her thighs squeezed against his head. He growled against her, letting the vibration of his fang tease her swollen clit. Thoroughly enjoying his female's passion. She arched up from the bed, head still on the pillow and screamed for him. The rush of heated liquid rushed at him and he lapped it up, slowly, teasing smaller orgasms from her as he did so. How many times had he longed to have her so?
Then he pried her hands from his head and pushed them over her head as he moved upward to settle between her thighs. His hardness brushed against the wetness there and he growled softly. Her eyes locked with his, her pupils large and dark. He loved that look, that he put it there. He crushed his lips to hers, letting her taste the result of her passion on his tongue.
She moaned and sucked at his tongue. Sesshoumaru caught her wrists in one of his large hands keeping them captive above her. Slowly, he stroked a feather of a touch against her cheek, cupping her jaw as he fed off her passion. He drew back to let her breathe. She shook and panted, gleaming in the storm's light.His eyes, catching that dim light, flashed an eerie gold green, glowing. It only aroused her further.
"You are so beautiful Ayeka." he murmured and then his hand moved down to catch her behind one knee. He lifted it to his hip even as he slowly pushed himself inside of her. Ayeka felt her body stretch to take him. The filling sensation making her eyes roll back. He was long and thick and she felt each inch of him as he vanished into the heated cave of her body.
Sesshoumaru moved slowly, enjoying the feeling of her taking him in. A wet, tight, hot caress. Her muscles squeezed him and he growled softly. When he was seated in her fully, he paused, to kiss her deeply again. Making love to her mouth with his tongue. That fluttery feeling, like dropping from a great distance quickly rose in her stomach.
He ground his hips against her. Then pulled back slowly, his length glistening with her juices. That was how it was supposed to be. A bitch hot and wet for her mate. Panting and writhing beneath him. He moved against her slowly, rocking against her, that thigh at his hip pulling him closer with each thrust.
She wanted to touch him, tried to pull free but he held her firmly. She opened her eyes to find him hovering just above her, his nose nearly touching the top of her head. She tilted her head back to look up at him. His eyes locked with hers, a slight pink tinging them as he moved them closer to the sea of release.
She lifted her head and licked his chin. His youki flared around them, pleased with her submissive action. His arms curled under her, pulling her upwards into the heat of his chest. Her arms wrapped around him, under his own as he quickened the pace. She moaned, he grunted and growled.
Sesshoumaru tempered his passions slightly, his hands gentle, his beast understanding his need. To show his mate the tenderness she denied in him. Mating could be violently passionate, or crashing waves, but she'd already seen that. The last truly tender encounter had occurred centuries before. In a time of ice and fire and had died on the funeral pyre of her people.
There was a great deal that she knew of his kind, but so much that was yet unknown to her. Moving with her as he was now, he knew that he would never grow bored, never grow tired and if he had any say she'd carry pups as soon as the war was over. That was what he wanted, her, pups, his love. The life so long denied him.
She felt his shaft spread her and plunge into her then retreat only to do it again. His body angled to tease her pearl with each thrust. She clung to him, her nails biting into his shoulder blades. He buried his face against the upturned flesh of her throat. His inu wanting more.
She felt his fangs close over her throat, one good bite was it would take to kill her. A clear sign of dominance, his beast's test to her. But she pushed the thought aside as he growled against her. He brushed those fangs over her, once, twice, and she lifted her chin further. The demonic wind of his power swirling around them, silver and crimson strands lifted toward heaven, tangling, meshing as the bodies below them did.
He felt the petals of her sex, slide along him, clinging, the muscles beyond fluttered around him, coaxing him to release. He suddenly ducked his wide shoulder and slid her raised leg, higher until it draped over him. She cried out at the new angle of penetration. He moved deep within her, feeling her tighten around his body.
He dropped his face into the crook of her neck as he thrust faster. Her tiny human claws adding a hint of pain to his pleasure. Her inner animal surfacing, bowing to his power. Her release was coming hard. His hands, his body so gentle with hers that it brought tears to her eyes.
Light exploded behind her eyes. She tensed all around him, scratching furrows into the pale flesh of his back. "Dai!" He felt the muscles clamp on him in a vice-like grip. It was almost painful and he let himself find his own release with one final thrust. His tip nudging her womb, the hot seed spurting forth.
His orgasm triggered another from her and she curled her toes. Head falling back, she mewled softly. The soft sound spreading through him like fire. Sesshoumaru licked his mark on her neck and then bit her. His fangs breaking skin in a swirling haze of pain and pleasure. He held her hips to his, locking them together as he impaled her with his teeth. The final streams of his passion moving into her. His youki oved over her, through her, letting it's claimed female feel the great levels of his power.
He growled inaudibly to her, the soft vibration moving through her, soothing her. Her heart hammered against his chest wildly. The scent of arousal and release hung in the air around them, touched by the faintest scent of her blood. That he could catch each on the air around them made him vastly pleased. Licking away the blood, he sealed the wound at her neck. He nosed his way into the hair of her crown and inhaled deeply. Her scent was heaven to him. Moreso when covered by him. That was a male thing he supposed.
She still held him tightly to her, her body still trembling from the great release it had just been given. When at last, she was able to let go, she met his gaze. Golden pools blazed with deadly intent. "There is no turning back now." he told her. She nodded. Nope, there sure wasn't. Somehow, it didn't bother her. Her fears melting away beneath his weight. They might return with the dawn, she undstood that, she also knew that he'd be here, come what may.
He managed to get them to the bathing chamber to clean up and then back into bed. She was exhausted from his thorough lovemaking. Hell, he was tired too. She curled up against him, and he wrapped his arms around her. The soft rumbling of his 'purr' lulled her into the realm of dreams and he was there with her. His large frame curled protectively around hers, as though he could not abide any distance between them.
As she fell, she thought that this was what love felt like. The screaming passion, the warm glow after, the feeling of being satisfied, and for once in her long and lonely life.... whole. The most powerful demon in the world had just loved her soundly and with the gentleness that made her feel like glass. Her final thoughts scattered as a clawed hand tangled in her hair, drawing her head to his powerful heart.
The wind howled outside like a pack of baying beasts, the thunder shook the windows. The storm raged on, it's fury far from spent. While the world took shelter, others reveled in it. The cares of the world lost across the sea of a million dreams.
Sesshoumaru cradled Ayeka's small body against him. He knelt in the center of the large bed. His lovely mate currently straddling his lap. His silver hair pooled around them, like shining water on the silken linens. His clawed hands at her waist, gentle. Ayeka slowly lifted her hand to trace the moon on his brow, the tip of his ear. Ethereal. It was the only word she had for him, was the only word she had ever considered equal to him. And even that was lacking greatly.
Sesshoumaru leaned forward and fused his lips to hers, capturing her in that one simple touch, that searing proximity. Her body pressed more firmly into his. A velvet slide of flesh. One hand moved upwards along her spine to cradle to the back of her head. Long fingers moving into the crimson silk of her hair. Claws scratched lightly over the sensitive skin of her scalp. Poison claws that she held no fear of. She nearly purred into his mouth at the tender touch.
Ayeka moaned softly as he feasted on her, his lips firm and tender. His tongue slipping into her mouth to mate with her own, his fangs brushing over her lower lip. She let her own curl around one of those deadly fangs. Sesshoumaru growled softly, liking her aggression. Liking his own more.
Slowly, he laid them back in the bedding. Rising over her like the moon over the world. Everything narrowed to golden eyes. She threaded her fingers through silky strands, her touch a hint of a caress. His hands slid slowly, softly over her skin, igniting passion as they went.
He braced his weight with his arms, and trailed kisses along her jaw. His tongue swirling over the thudding of her pulse at her throat. He nipped the tender flesh, soothed with slow kisses. She moaned softly. Her body wanting to be much closer to his.
His tongue teased over the flute of her collarbone. He nipped the small hollow of her throat there. Nibbling kisses rained heat on her. She turned her head to the side and gently licked along the delicate point of his ear. He moaned quietly and she nipped him lightly, earning a warning growl from him. It said quite clearly, 'Behave woman'.
He cupped her breast, his lips brushing over the tight bud of her nipple. He palmed her flesh, rolled it under the weight of his hand. Caught the peak between his fingers as he did so, tugged lightly. She strained against him and he smiled as he pressed open mouth kisses to the pale mound.
His tongue suddenly lashed out to curl around her nipple and she clutched her hands in his hair. His fangs pressed into her lightly. Reddened indentations on snowy skin. She whimpered when his hand moved downward. He teased the soft lips below her navel, even as his pulled the nipple firmly into his mouth.
He suckled her breast, the nipple pressing against the ridged roof of his mouth as two fingers pinched her pearl. She cried out at the sharp sensation. Her body taut with need now. Sesshoumaru chuckled against her chest. While he circled that bud, he turned his attention to her other breast. Fangs brushing over taut peaks.
Ayeka felt the heat sweep through her. Two fingers pushed into her while his thumb pressed on her bundle of nerves. She arched like lightening had hit her. He pressed his kisses along her stomach and nipped at her hip. She panted his name. "Sesshoumaru.....Sessh, please..."
He peered up through lashes and silver bangs, "Hnn." he murmured against the swell of her thigh. He drew circles with his tongue on the soft flesh on the inside of it. She whimpered when his tongue slid along her wetness, her hands sliding to the back of his head.
He teased her with pressing circles on the pearl there, and then he slid his tongue within her folds. His nose pressed against that bead, as that clever tongue touched the place within her. She bucked against him. When had his tongue gotten longer?
Sesshoumaru teased the spongy ridge even as he toyed with her jewel. Her body shook with the force of her impending climax. He replaced his tongue with his finger and latched onto her clit once more. Suckling hard at it, flicking it with the fleshy appendage. His tongue swirled through her folds, he even wrote his name on her moist, pink flesh.
Her nails bit into his scalp, her thighs squeezed against his head. He growled against her, letting the vibration of his fang tease her swollen clit. Thoroughly enjoying his female's passion. She arched up from the bed, head still on the pillow and screamed for him. The rush of heated liquid rushed at him and he lapped it up, slowly, teasing smaller orgasms from her as he did so. How many times had he longed to have her so?
Then he pried her hands from his head and pushed them over her head as he moved upward to settle between her thighs. His hardness brushed against the wetness there and he growled softly. Her eyes locked with his, her pupils large and dark. He loved that look, that he put it there. He crushed his lips to hers, letting her taste the result of her passion on his tongue.
She moaned and sucked at his tongue. Sesshoumaru caught her wrists in one of his large hands keeping them captive above her. Slowly, he stroked a feather of a touch against her cheek, cupping her jaw as he fed off her passion. He drew back to let her breathe. She shook and panted, gleaming in the storm's light.His eyes, catching that dim light, flashed an eerie gold green, glowing. It only aroused her further.
"You are so beautiful Ayeka." he murmured and then his hand moved down to catch her behind one knee. He lifted it to his hip even as he slowly pushed himself inside of her. Ayeka felt her body stretch to take him. The filling sensation making her eyes roll back. He was long and thick and she felt each inch of him as he vanished into the heated cave of her body.
Sesshoumaru moved slowly, enjoying the feeling of her taking him in. A wet, tight, hot caress. Her muscles squeezed him and he growled softly. When he was seated in her fully, he paused, to kiss her deeply again. Making love to her mouth with his tongue. That fluttery feeling, like dropping from a great distance quickly rose in her stomach.
He ground his hips against her. Then pulled back slowly, his length glistening with her juices. That was how it was supposed to be. A bitch hot and wet for her mate. Panting and writhing beneath him. He moved against her slowly, rocking against her, that thigh at his hip pulling him closer with each thrust.
She wanted to touch him, tried to pull free but he held her firmly. She opened her eyes to find him hovering just above her, his nose nearly touching the top of her head. She tilted her head back to look up at him. His eyes locked with hers, a slight pink tinging them as he moved them closer to the sea of release.
She lifted her head and licked his chin. His youki flared around them, pleased with her submissive action. His arms curled under her, pulling her upwards into the heat of his chest. Her arms wrapped around him, under his own as he quickened the pace. She moaned, he grunted and growled.
Sesshoumaru tempered his passions slightly, his hands gentle, his beast understanding his need. To show his mate the tenderness she denied in him. Mating could be violently passionate, or crashing waves, but she'd already seen that. The last truly tender encounter had occurred centuries before. In a time of ice and fire and had died on the funeral pyre of her people.
There was a great deal that she knew of his kind, but so much that was yet unknown to her. Moving with her as he was now, he knew that he would never grow bored, never grow tired and if he had any say she'd carry pups as soon as the war was over. That was what he wanted, her, pups, his love. The life so long denied him.
She felt his shaft spread her and plunge into her then retreat only to do it again. His body angled to tease her pearl with each thrust. She clung to him, her nails biting into his shoulder blades. He buried his face against the upturned flesh of her throat. His inu wanting more.
She felt his fangs close over her throat, one good bite was it would take to kill her. A clear sign of dominance, his beast's test to her. But she pushed the thought aside as he growled against her. He brushed those fangs over her, once, twice, and she lifted her chin further. The demonic wind of his power swirling around them, silver and crimson strands lifted toward heaven, tangling, meshing as the bodies below them did.
He felt the petals of her sex, slide along him, clinging, the muscles beyond fluttered around him, coaxing him to release. He suddenly ducked his wide shoulder and slid her raised leg, higher until it draped over him. She cried out at the new angle of penetration. He moved deep within her, feeling her tighten around his body.
He dropped his face into the crook of her neck as he thrust faster. Her tiny human claws adding a hint of pain to his pleasure. Her inner animal surfacing, bowing to his power. Her release was coming hard. His hands, his body so gentle with hers that it brought tears to her eyes.
Light exploded behind her eyes. She tensed all around him, scratching furrows into the pale flesh of his back. "Dai!" He felt the muscles clamp on him in a vice-like grip. It was almost painful and he let himself find his own release with one final thrust. His tip nudging her womb, the hot seed spurting forth.
His orgasm triggered another from her and she curled her toes. Head falling back, she mewled softly. The soft sound spreading through him like fire. Sesshoumaru licked his mark on her neck and then bit her. His fangs breaking skin in a swirling haze of pain and pleasure. He held her hips to his, locking them together as he impaled her with his teeth. The final streams of his passion moving into her. His youki oved over her, through her, letting it's claimed female feel the great levels of his power.
He growled inaudibly to her, the soft vibration moving through her, soothing her. Her heart hammered against his chest wildly. The scent of arousal and release hung in the air around them, touched by the faintest scent of her blood. That he could catch each on the air around them made him vastly pleased. Licking away the blood, he sealed the wound at her neck. He nosed his way into the hair of her crown and inhaled deeply. Her scent was heaven to him. Moreso when covered by him. That was a male thing he supposed.
She still held him tightly to her, her body still trembling from the great release it had just been given. When at last, she was able to let go, she met his gaze. Golden pools blazed with deadly intent. "There is no turning back now." he told her. She nodded. Nope, there sure wasn't. Somehow, it didn't bother her. Her fears melting away beneath his weight. They might return with the dawn, she undstood that, she also knew that he'd be here, come what may.
He managed to get them to the bathing chamber to clean up and then back into bed. She was exhausted from his thorough lovemaking. Hell, he was tired too. She curled up against him, and he wrapped his arms around her. The soft rumbling of his 'purr' lulled her into the realm of dreams and he was there with her. His large frame curled protectively around hers, as though he could not abide any distance between them.
As she fell, she thought that this was what love felt like. The screaming passion, the warm glow after, the feeling of being satisfied, and for once in her long and lonely life.... whole. The most powerful demon in the world had just loved her soundly and with the gentleness that made her feel like glass. Her final thoughts scattered as a clawed hand tangled in her hair, drawing her head to his powerful heart.