InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Consuming Desire ❯ One-Shot

This is set in between chapters of Volume 17; definitely a manga-inspired story, not anime. Kikyou left Inu-Yasha at the Goshinboku with the promise of his protection, swearing that no man will touch her other then him. However, to ensure that Naraku cannot harm her, she creates a barrier of earth from the soil where Onigumo had lain.

This is what could have been what Rumiko didn't give us in the manga. Dark, creepy, nasty stuff. Very adult. Do not read if you're not ready for some seriously twisted shit.

Consuming Desire

A Dark Interlude Between Chapters

By Amanda Lever

The cave was just as Kikyou remembered it; sinking deep into the earth, cool and damp. Mold and fungus graced the walls, creating a green-gray carpet over most of the walls, hanging in clumps in some spots.

She set her bow aside; her shin-dama-chu refused to pass the threshold of the cave as she went inside. They sensed, perhaps better then their master, the evil that had been spawned within. They would not trespass where she did not fear to tread.

The earth was slightly spongy beneath her feet, sinking slightly with her careful steps down the slippery slope into the belly of the cave, where the light of the moon barely penetrated, leaving her to find her way by memory; a stone out of place here making her stumble, ruining the grace of her approach in this unholy place.

But when she felt the grass beneath her feet end, she knew where she was.

"Onigumo," she breathed in the damp air, as she slowly went to her knees. The shin-dama-chu thrashed at the entrance, fearful, freakishly displaying their agitation with their shimmering bodies. They were afraid.

They had every right to be.

Her fingers sank into the earth, digging into the wet soil and scraping up furrows in the dirt. Pebbles clicked against her nails, and she flicked them away casually. She could feel it, the thing she'd come to find.

Onigumo's lust had been powerful, his longing all-consuming. It had soaked the earth, permeated the stone, from his time here, and she could feel it in her hands as she scraped up the earth, not minding the grit collecting under her nails.

The perversion that saturated the patch of ground killed all life in this, eating all potential for life in what would have otherwise been a fine place for the grass to grow. But she found it to be just what she needed to keep herself alive.

Once the earth was soft, a pliable pile formed, she cupped it in her hands, bringing the mound of dark soil to her nose; she inhaled the scent of barren, lifeless earth; of scents like sweat, semen, afterbirth, death. He'd left so much of himself behind here, his lust sticking to the soil like sweat stained sheets.

And she could never thank him enough for it.

She thought it would be unpalatable, but strangely, as she brought the first clump to her lips, it passed beyond them with ease. It did not, despite the disgusting things that were a part of it now, taste foul. Damp and clinging, sticking to tongue and catching between her teeth, it did not go down easily, but it was not impossible. Slowly, the sin soaked earth was made a part of her own grave soil body, bite by bite, till her hands were empty.

She did not know why, but she licked them clean.

In the dark, she told herself that the desire that suddenly shook her was not her own. It wasn't that she didn't know what it was. She was hardly a stranger to the feeling of lust. She had lived, breathed, and wanted; her love for Inu-Yasha was hardly innocent and without a physical component. He had been beautiful; sleek and lean, his snowy mane begging to have her hands sunk into the thickness of it, to be held as he-

She opened her eyes, and focused. Now was not the time for such indulgent thoughts. There would likely never be a time, even if she knew that he was still probably under the Goshinboku, still remembering her promise: I will never let another man touch a hair on my head.

She returned to her task, lifting the damp hands that had somehow become pressed hard against her own thighs, creeping inward, to work more earth into a soft meal for her delicate taste. The more she took in, the more lust she steeped into her burnt bones, her corpse-soil flesh, and the better protected she would be.

She found, as she dined upon the deviant desires steeped into the earth, that the taste of lust was sweet, indeed.

Another small mound was scraped from the earth, but this time, her hands were less steady and her hunger greater; she devoured now, her eyes closed, the thick, wet earth swallowed hard, a pepple spat out as it clicked against her teeth. She didn't bother chewing the mass, just tried to get it down her throat without choking herself.

Again, her tongue flicked against her hands, lapping away the remnants of the soil and carrying them into her mouth. She suckled the tips of her own fingers, darting her tongue to clear the grit from beneath her nails. She didn't want to let it go to waste.

She did not notice that she was trembling, but she did notice the heat that was flooding her cold body. A fingertip still in her mouth, she savored the sweetness that was warming her dead flesh.

Lust was such a vibrant thing. Like hate, it brought heat to her wet hands, and pooled it in her belly. It stimulated the senses, yet created a languor in her flesh that brought her down to lie where Onigumo once had, her eyes closing in the dark as she spread herself across the place where Naraku had been birthed from unholy union between wild thief and hateful youkai.

The warmth was to be savored. Loosening her kimono, she slid her hands over her chest, feeling her bound breasts, down to her belly, splaying her fingers over her abdomen. No living womb was beneath her hand, but for the moment, she almost felt alive again.

More importantly, she almost felt human.

What would it have been like, she wondered unbidden, as she began to loosen her wrap to free her breasts. Onigumo's lust was a dirty thing, she knew it even as it heated her body, but what would Inu-Yasha's have been like?

The slightly damp pads of her fingers trailed over her breasts as she gazed at the cave's ceiling, smiling faintly. Would he have been shy? Or would he have been forceful?

She pinched a nipple at the thought, and laughed as it hardened. A dead body, an imitation of life - but it still responded. Was it Onigumo's lust, the fire of his depraved passion, that incited her abnormal body to react as a woman's should?

It didn't matter, she decided, fondling her breasts with abandon, her body responding with shivers of delight. It didn't matter who's feeling it was, her's or Onigumo's. She lived. She lived!

A stuttered groan preceded the snap of one of ties of her hakama; she'd broken the cord in the rush to undo them. She slithered out of her clothing, tossing it away to lie on the bare earth.

In her mind's eye, she saw her lover; she had no frame of reference to imagine him as a human, as they would have been together had the foulness that permeated the earth she made her bed been averted. She imagined his hands on her thighs, spreading her wide, his erection between her legs instead of her fingers, his mouth sucking hard against her nipples even as she tugged on them.

There. That's the spot.

"Inu-Yasha!" her voice echoed in the small space as her hips lifted; her fingers slid against her sex again and again as she rocked her hips into the motion, her breath coming in sharp, hard gasps between clenched teeth. It wasn't enough.

Open your legs. Wide. Wider.

She thrust one, two fingers into her channel, feeling something tear and savoring the pain that mixed with the pleasure she'd never known in life. Her eyes watered, but no tears fell.

Deeper. Spread. Spread wider. Thrust harder. Show me your secret places. Let me in.

She continued to work herself, feeling her own stickiness spread across her fingers drip between her legs down to the earth beneath her, mingling her lust with Onigumo's on their twisted bed. The damp soil clung to her flesh; shoulders, back, buttocks, the heels of her feet as she pressed them into the earth to pump her hips, encouraging the friction.

Scream..

She was dirty, but it didn't matter - no, she was dirty and she liked it. It was what he wanted.

Scream, bitch.

He wanted her dirty.

Scream! I told you to scream!

The realization hit her at the same time her climax did; the lover in her mind blurred and shattered as she screamed in the dark, before dropping her slack body to ground. The aftershock of orgasm rushing through her body, feeding the lust instead of abating it, she realized what had happened.

Onigumo wanted her dirty. Onigumo would have gladly stripped her here, had he the strength. He would have bore her to the earth, pried her legs apart and tore her open as he fucked her till she screamed.

She bit her lip; the rise of her gorge forced the precious earth she had just consumed to be her protection against Naraku's hate up into her throat, and she swallowed it back down, before rolling onto her side. She wouldn't be sick. She couldn't be sick. The dead did not vomit.

After a moment's struggle only a whimper escaped her, but it did not last. She wiped her hands against her dirt spattered thighs, and then forced herself to sit up.

She hadn't been prepared for the cost of her protection, she realized, as she sat in the dark, shivering as the heat in her belly shrank to an ember instead of a bonfire. But if a little lust was what Onigumo demanded for his protection, then so be it. Already, as she reached for her clothing, to hide her dirtiness until she could find a place to bathe, she made a plan.

The next time Onigumo's price was due, she'd spend her lust on Inu-Yasha. She was certain he wouldn't refuse her.

But first, she had to see Onigumo himself and make him understand what power he'd given her…

All just for getting a little dirty.