InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Desire's Cry ❯ Desire's Cry ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: Youkai and hanyous were never once my idea to begin with, and unfortunately, neither are any of the Inu-Yasha characters. Simply put, this story is my creation, of sorts. And yes, you hentais, it's not a nice Kouga fic.
 
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Desire's Cry
-Jasmine Fields-
 
 
 
A/N: Warning issued here for sex and language… Young padewons exit here.
 
 
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Fuck.
 
That was the embodiment of every current dismal circumstance summed up in one word.
 
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
 
Didn't he already do that last night? Who? He tried to recall. Oh yeah, the red-head. He thought he drank some strong sake - though he couldn't remember the when, how or why of it - and quite obviously ended up suffering hellish repercussions from one too many.
 
What was her name again? Ayame. What ever. Who cared?
 
He certainly didn't; that much was one-hundred percent true at least. He was damned to have lain with her that very first time. Fucking bitch had baited him using her virginity, then - threatened his honor, now - harassing his clan and plotting against Kagome. Damn how he hated her.
 
He sent her away from his futon only to rise an hour or two later for a run that he hoped would clear his mind and ease his headache; he realized, as his loins filled, that he wanted to fuck again.
 
It was the Warring State Era, and every one fucked every one else… except maybe his woman. But then, she would be the exception to that rule. No wonder every one regarded her so carefully. And even then, if he truly wanted to argue the issue with him self with regards to any… should she discover preferences she might choose to indulge in, who was he to spoil her need to take off the physical edge while she naively waited for that damned mutt to take her, lay her, and fuck her properly?
 
While it was true that wolves mated for life, nobody ever bothered asking about what they did to bide time while waiting for the claimed woman to willingly come to him.
 
Fuck.
 
He needed a good fuck to forget his woman for awhile. Not that he wanted to forget her so much as it was merely a blow to his ego that she would tolerate abstaining her self for stupid ideals and a stupid hanyou that tried to slip past her defenses for the jewel shards.
 
Oh shit - the fucking things he wanted to do to her body… her writhing and wriggling uncontrolled beneath him as he found new ways to explore her and gift her with the carnal pleasures she so fucking deserved to experience… all the uncharted territory - the juices… Just imagining it was painful...
 
His thoughts stopped, turned, and sped up to the last vision that danced in his mind.
 
It was amazing how much she trusted her companions and overestimated the intensity of the relationships in the group - well, except for maybe the exterminator and her little brother. That was really fucked up what Naraku did to her and the village. Not his mission though. Not his problem. Not his reason to chase the fucker around all of Japan hoping to corner him and gain an advantage.
 
Though, he might ask the exterminator tonight when that monk's head was turned toward some unfortunately deprived woman ready to flirt, grapple and drag his ass some where relatively private outside the view of the head chief man of some human village. He needed an aggressive fuck tonight and that Sango woman had thrown her self at him a couple of times before, when nobody in particular was paying much mind.
 
But damn, if he didn't like screwing that woman senseless. Scratch that… he liked screwing any woman senseless. He knew he was a good fucking lover - more accomplished than the monk that traveled with them could even boast.
 
He'd be damned to admit that to Kagome though.
 
He wasn't sure, but didn't peg her to be the type of girl to understand the era quite so well as she proclaimed, even though he knew she lived here at least part time, given the fact she was her own entity from a distant future era and was educated.
 
Admittedly, he had to be careful, since he didn't want to alarm his woman to what was really going on during their journeys - at least, between the couples. He really didn't want to be pinpointed as the barbarian sort. And certainly didn't want the blame to end up guilt riding him if she ever yelled at him.
 
He knew. They knew. Fuck, the mutt even knew, but she didn't.
 
He guessed ignorance was bliss. For that, he was grateful. Somehow, if she didn't remain that way - ignorant, that is - then every one would end up sending some sort of custom catered peace offering to her in the hopes of negotiating that she not cry. Damn, he hated when she cried. Even the priestess Kikyo, he guessed. Or not. But the world would definitely spin upside down.
 
The incarnate priestess was just a cover for the dog's other affairs, really, but he never would blackmail the hanyou and raise his ire just to end up hurting Kagome in the end. She would cry and then fall apart. Hell, his woman would turn them into mince meat if she knew that dog-shit already had a taste of the exterminator and that wind witch a few times and loved it, reveling in her knowledge and skill. Not to mention the tongue lashing he didn't want to receive…
 
That's the real reason he fucking hated her, he knew. A fucked-up scenario to know that your enemy is the best lover you've ever known… sure, even the monk him self lay with her once before. He, the wolf prince him self, found her charms irresistible.
 
Talk about sexual competence. Never again though. It was a tad too damned disturbing. Plus, wasn't he supposed to kill her? A bit too difficult to concentrate when your dick is getting sucked while your eyes are rolling to the back of your head and the bitch knows a few merciless tricks to leave you satisfied for a few days.
 
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
 
The damned run wasn't working to clear his treasonous thoughts.
 
He was hard no matter what he tried.
 
Even if he couldn't do the things he wanted around her - yet, anyway - he missed her adversely. He'd even help dog-mutt go away for a trist in the wood line for a few hours if he could visit awhile to calm his frustrations… even if he was only allowed to touch her hands and look at her behind passion glazed ice blue eyes.