InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Elsewhere ❯ Chapter Thirteen ( Chapter 13 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

By: flowers

Disclaimer: Sexual Content Slightly Dark. I do not own Inuyasha nor do I profit from this.

“Let me

Rough you up

I'm not new

Neither are you

Let me

Make my mark

Stain and rumple

Crush and crumple

I know you

And you can take it”

- Suzanne Vega, Rough You Up

Chapter Thirteen

She broke into the forest and fell hard into a shrub like tree. Jagged branches tore at her arms and face. She could taste her own blood.

Damning herself for ever coming here, agreeing to meet him, and even jumping through the well she continued on. Carrying herself as fast as possible through the undergrowth she picked up on a distant sound and paused. She was being followed.

Fear rocked her mind instinctively as she turned around in time to spot red eyes flash then recede from view. Finding a large thorn bush on her left she dove for it. Screaming at the pain of a thousand searing pinpricks she caught a white blur from the corner of her eye.

Seconds later the bramble was quaking and tearing under poison tainted claws. Forcing herself to look upward she choked. A once angelic face was twisted now, red orbs glinting as they rest on her.

He had tore his way through.

She closed her eyes as fierce hands seized her, the fingertips burning into her skin. However strange the notion, she found she wasn't afraid for her life realizing who her attacker was. She was afraid that her words had put him into this rage. She wanted to hide from his eyes. Maybe she deserved this.

He pulled her out of the bramble like a rag doll and clutched her to his chest, his breaths heaving. She didn't know exactly what was going on, expecting him to throw her down or take her back to the car. Perhaps slap the stupid thoughts from her mind.

He stood there however, crushing her into his chest. His bare skin was feverish and tense muscles fluctuated beneath her. She tried to look at his face but was constricted. He let go only to push her forward a couple of steps. She finally found the chance to look at him. Who was this creature? His hair torn from it's binding, his eyes red and feral, his mouth twisted in a cruel grin that froze her heart. He whispered only one word.

“Run.”

His voice was harsh and raspy. She froze, running didn't seem like the best idea. He took a step forward and extended his claws. Poison dripped maliciously to the ground. Now a very real fear for her life rose up.

No it was terror. He was going to end her life. She had insulted him and she should have expected it, having been close to death many times by his hand. Testing the air he slighted his eyes, apparently enjoying this terror.

He started to move.

She took off unable to control the reaction. This was something her body did without the bidding of her mind. She knew he was close behind. She knew it was useless to run. He was circling her with his inhuman speed growling deeply. Why was he drawing this out?

Finally she tripped, or maybe he tripped her.

Hovering over her in a second his eyes were wild and terrorizing. With agonizing patience he closed the gap between them then took her scent in deeply. As he exhaled with a warning growl his breath caught her hair. She started whimpering and turned her head, blocking out this last scene.

He shut his eyes, face taunt, and bent his head toward her. She could feel his nose tracing a faint line from her neck down her chest with hot breath flushing her skin. Agonizing seconds later he paused nudging the faint scar that lay beseechingly between her blood and his sanity. He then set to licking her skin deep and slow.

Terror receded but remained at the edges of her mind. He was… licking her. That meant he probably wasn't going to kill her. Then it dawned on her exactly what he was trying to do. A whole new wave of emotions rocked her.

Anxiousness, relief, arousal, and finally the old virgin fear for her body. A fear of something she didn't know or understand. His mouth was exquisite just as she remembered. The glorious friction of his tongue against heated flesh left her knees shaking.

Then he bit down.

She screamed out this time letting these emotions stab at the thick air. The pain was quickly replaced by a pleasure and longing that enveloped her. She couldn't believe it, she couldn't understand it. He was touching her, caressing her, consuming her with his hands and mouth. The shock of the experience nearly numbed her mind. She lay completely still barely breathing, hoping nothing could end this moment.

As he tasted the fevered flesh her scent changed so drastically he felt he would go insane with the intensity of many desires. She was aroused, receptive, and afraid. The terror however was gone. His eyes cleared a bit as he enjoyed the ecstasy of it, the ancient game he had won.

Challenge, retreat, chase, and then acceptance.

He had mocked this rite before with many lovers only for the lustfulness of it. This was the real thing. This was how the game was meant to be played when the gods invented it. He found himself basking in too many emotions to name. Some of which he had forgotten the name.

Looking up he found her eyes hazed over with lust, her lips parted. Finally breaking into movement she arched her body under his. Inviting him, challenging him to consummate the rite. He felt his body reacting of it's own accord. He ground down on her.

She cried out longingly. Fear and arousal were intoxicating. He sat up to straddle her then pulled her body to his. She melted at his anxious touch. Teasing the reopened wound with his tongue his right hand clasped firmly around her neck and his left pulled at the small of her back. She moaned in urgency, urgency for him to completely encircle her.

She could feel his free hand moving…

Moving down the length of her body. Circling round the taunt swell of her thighs. Stopping only when it reached it's mark. Her burning flesh aching with need. She shuddered as he began to move his palm slowly, firmly. Her body bucked and his vision turned red once more.

She was on her back again. Her hands found his hair and her fingers found his scalp then wrapped tightly around the silver strands. As instinct took over the slightest coat of white fur covered his body. He had to control himself or he would snap out of this trance only to find her devoured. Somehow the change didn't take him. He moved his body further down along her stomach.

And to her groin.

She gasped at the feel of his tongue on her inner thigh, lapping, searching. He tore at her bathing suit with his teeth. As his mouth found it's destination she stilled.

Waves of a pleasure she could never put to words gripped her body. Instinctively her legs trapped his head. She began rocking with the motions of her ecstasy burning and deep.

She was soon taken by a release that drained the blood from her head and pushed it straight to her core. She screamed as wild and feral as he ever could. He was frenzied now, tasting her, hearing her, feeling her small claws sink into his scalp. He released her in flash and threw her onto her stomach.

The dull thud of her body to the ground brought the world back to focus. Shaking her head slightly a sharp sound of ripping fabric assaulted her ears. She gasped as a low growl issued forth from behind. There was something hard, burning, at her inner thigh as he pulled her onto her knees.

The world was playing in slow motion and her mind fumbled for control.

Her body ached.

Fear crept back in.

Smelling her fear was the final snap. Freeing himself completely from the constraints of clothing he ground into her, pushing as far as he could into her small frame. She screamed fiercely.

The pain was so intense. Darkness frayed her vision. Slipping to the edge of consciousness she could feel his claws plunge into her flesh almost scraping bone. He hissed and drew a deep breath. His primal mind took over.

He tore at her body, joining with her in way he had never experienced.

At the final moment of release he looked to the sky. They fell to the ground. Tangled within and without her body his mind fully came back to him. Red faded to gold and he started to tremble.

She was unconscious.

What had he done…