InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Firebrand ❯ Chapter Five —A Dream Turned Into A Nightmare ( Chapter 5 )

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Chapter Five —A Dream Turned Into A Nightmare

 

 

She is floating.

 

`Where am I?'

 

Kagome thought hazily, her eyes heavy and refused to open.

 

`Everything seems so nice and I feel happy. Is this a dream?'

 

She felt the light-heartedness spreading towards her being, and a dreamy smile appeared on her lips. She stretched her body; one hand reaching for her pillow to hug…

 

But a sudden change in texture told her it wasn't her pillow.

 

`A body! There isn't supposed to be anyone else in here but me!'

 

The disturbing thought popped into her head, but as happy as she was at the moment, she couldn't care less.

 

Her eyes, however, agreed to cooperate and russet orbs opened to a blurry vision.

 

`I'm with a man. Now I know this is REALLY a dream,'

 

A giggle-like sound escaped her at the funny ideas she's having, and the body next to her stirred, then turned, as if to follow the sound.

 

Tawny eyes met chocolate-colored ones.

 

`The Duke! I am with Lord Grey!'

 

That one put alarm bells on Kagome's head, and managed to lessen the euphoria she is feeling.

 

`Now I know this isn't a dream; it's a nightmare! But why?'

 

Before she could answer her questions or think any further, the duke's hand moved to caress her face and sweep through her hair.

 

And although her mind is saying no, that she should move away, her body stayed and waited for his touch.

 

`It feels wonderful… to be touched like this. I've always wondered—`

 

Then his lips met hers in a kiss.

 

And Kagome could think no more.

 

 

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The Duke of Windshire woke to a splitting headache. He couldn't imagine the source of the pain that's threatening to split his skull into two. He tried to move, but his body wouldn't let him go far.

 

He tried opening his eyes, but his sight is a blur and nothing more.

 

He sighed, and felt some movement from beside him.

 

`Kikyou…'

 

He thought with a small smile. She always took care of him.

 

Then he felt her small hands reaching out to him. He was about to link his hands to hers, when he heard her giggle.

 

`But Kikyou never does that…'

 

So he turned to see if what he's hearing is true.

 

And Inuyasha could swear that his hazy vision is trying to trick him.

 

`Kagome…'

 

But no, it could not be. It has to be Kikyou; his mind is playing tricks on him.

 

`That's because you want to know how she'd feel if you loved her,'

 

His inner voice told him tauntingly.

 

`I do not! I can't even stand the sight of the girl, so how can you say that?'

 

He refused vehemently.

 

`You want her, you desire her. Admit it. That's why you're trying your damnedest to annoy her,'

 

`Stop! I do not want the girl. I want Kikyou. I LOVE Kikyou. She's nothing like her,'

 

And his inner self just laughed at him.

 

`Deny it all you like, Inuyasha. Tell it to yourself a million times. Maybe then you'll really start to believe it,'

 

He scrunched his eyes in annoyance, trying to clear his view.

 

`And now I'm even talking to my own self. Great,'

 

He thought in disgust.

 

And just to reassure his self that it's really Kikyou—better yet, to get the Woodbine heiress out of his mind—he moved to kiss her.

 

And was lost.

 

 

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Lips locked in a searing kiss; Inuyasha dominated everything in Kagome. He was the aggressor, and the latter the willing apprentice.

 

Imagine the duke's surprise at his love's apparent shyness and naïveté.

 

`It's like she's kissing for the first time. Impossible!'

 

In Inuyasha's mind, he's still seeing Kagome, and not Kikyou. So he tried harder to forget.

 

He laved her lower lip with his tongue before nipping it gently. Not enough to hurt her, but for her to open up for him.

 

As her lips parted in a gasp, he swept in.

 

They were both reeling in the feelings they evoked within each other.

 

Kagome stopped trying to figure out how a dream could feel so real… and why she shouldn't feel like this for her sworn enemy.

 

Inuyasha finally stopped running. And though waves of guilt went thru him at the thought of making love to Kikyou with another on his mind, he was past caring.

 

After all, Kikyou would never know…

 

`If this is a dream, then I hope nobody will wake me up before it's finished,'

 

He stopped thinking as the tongue he was coaxing out of its' cave now sparred with his in a dance of heat and passion. He held her immobile with his hands tangled in her silken hair as he plundered her depths to his heart's content.

 

But it was not enough.

 

Ignoring her cry of protest as he left her lips, his mouth traveled down her neck, to the base of her throat. And he can feel her pulse beating madly upon his lips.

 

He sucked upon it, before nipping it with his teeth.

 

She moaned in pleasure, her head thrown back to offer him more, always more. Her hands rose to keep him there, but he would not be deterred.

 

His hands joined in his foray.

 

And he marveled at how soft, smooth and warm her skin feels against him.

 

`Kikyou's was never like this. Soft and smooth, but always cool to the touch,'

 

He couldn't get enough of touching her. Her warmth made her seem all the more alive to him.

 

And burning for his touch.

 

`Like heated satin beneath my hands,'

 

He thought approvingly as he followed each hollow and curve her body has, until he has memorized them in his mind.

 

Inuyasha finally came to her now throbbing breasts.

 

Kagome could not stand the torment any longer. She felt like she's burning up; icy and cool a moment, and then fiery hot the next. Her nails dug into his muscles in an attempt to appease a craving, but to no avail.

 

He would not be rushed.

 

Inuyasha cupped her breasts tenderly, loving the feel of them in his hands. It was fuller than he remembered, for Kikyou was never well endowed there.

 

Kagome's seemed to fit perfectly into his palms.

 

His hold changed into a soothing pattern, massaging her aching globes slowly. A moan of delight escaped Kagome at finally feeling him touching her there, and she arched her back more clearly to thrust her breasts fully into his teasing hands.

 

Then his lips absorbed her moans the same time his fingers plucked at her nipples.

 

Kagome dug her nails deeper onto his back as the scorching heat brought by him went thru her body and pooled at the most sensitive place on her body.

 

It was as though a cord connected that place and her breasts, for each pull and each touch only seemed to intensify the heat building there.

 

Inuyasha's hands left her breasts to brace himself above her, and he slowly lowered his chest to her twin globes, groaning in satisfaction as he felt her breasts like pillows against him, her nubs stabbing against his chest in excitement.

 

He pressed kisses all over her face, wherever he could get them. And his mouth repeated its' earlier journey while his hands cupped her breasts once more.

 

And before Kagome could take a proper breath or prepare herself for what's going to happen next, his lips were upon her—branding her forever.

 

Inuyasha opened his warm mouth over one proud and erect rosebud, suckling hard. He alternated between sucking and laving the crown with his tongue, until he felt her scorching his back with her fingernails, so caught up with the fire spiraling between them.

 

Kagome tried to press her thighs together to relieve the tension unfurling in her belly, but the duke was quicker. He slipped between them, parting her legs altogether. And all the while he was worshipping her.

 

Sweat glistened on both lovers' skin, their passion threatening to consume them.

 

Feeling that he was at the end of his rope, Inuyasha transferred his attention to the other breast as one hand slipped stealthily to her belly.

 

It was too late when Kagome tried to dislodge him in her shock of feeling his hand on the most intimate part of her body.

 

Staring deep into his lover's eyes, Inuyasha slowly stroked his thumb down the cleft of her femininity. And he watched as her eyes dilated in shock, then rolled back when he moved one finger to enter her and heard her low moan of pleasure before he captured her lips in his.

 

Her response astounded him.

 

Never before in his life has Kikyou reacted to him like this before, or any other woman for that matter. Inuyasha was thinking of his hyperactive and fertile imagination, when he felt her inner muscles contract and grip the digit he held deep inside her.

 

He removed his fingers and settled above her. It is time.

 

Kagome is now thrashing her head back and forth and holding on to Inuyasha as though he was her lifeline. She didn't know what was happening to her anymore; all she knew was that she wanted something, and only Inuyasha could give it to her.

 

“Please,”

 

Kagome whispered to her lover, urging him to give her what she wants.

 

“Patience, my love. All in due time,”

 

Inuyasha whispered back as he lowered himself agonizingly slow to her body.

 

But Kagome would have none of his indolence.

 

Grasping his hips with both hands, she pulled him down to her the same moment she surged her hips in a restless upward motion to meet him.

 

Inuyasha tried to slow down, to draw out the moment, but she took his control away from him. The moment he felt her liquid heat surrounding him, he fell over the edge.

 

Kagome, on the other hand, is now experiencing what has got to be one of the most painful moments in her life.

 

The pain was instantaneous, consuming. She tried to open her mouth to scream, but only a stunned gasp escaped her. All the pleasure, all the passion left her as the pain continued.

 

Inuyasha seemed not to notice her discomfort, for he grasped her hips steadily and sank to the hilt inside of her.

 

`So warm, so tight. Oh God,'

 

He slowly withdrew, only to plunge deep into her once again. And again… and again. His mouth searched for hers, kissing her passionately.

 

Only she wasn't responding anymore.

 

Taken aback, he stopped and raised his head up to look at her face. And saw the tears flowing from her eyes and the pain mirrored there.

 

He showered her face with kisses and apologies, and pleading for her to stop crying.

 

“I'll do anything you ask. Just stop crying, love,”

 

“Then stop!”

 

“What?”

 

“Stop! Get up and away from me, now,”

 

Was he hearing things? Kikyou would never ask him to stop! Much less tell him to get away from her.

 

`I must've hurt her a lot. Ignorant ass,'

 

He berated himself, trying to think of a way to pacify her. Because he could not—and would not—stop for anything in the world. She felt too good, too intense for him to stop. Even now, he could feel her honeyed walls clutch at him with every motion.

 

Inuyasha gritted his teeth against the pleasure and tried to focus on the problem at hand.

 

“I'm sorry, love. God, don't move,”

 

The last one came out in a low groan.

 

Kagome stopped moving. She found out that each movement caused him to be embedded more fully inside her, and the pain to intensify. She willed her tears to stop, but they would not be commanded.

 

“Stop now,”

 

“I can't anymore, love,”

 

“Why? Please stop. I don't like this anymore,”

 

She pleaded and cried. But Inuyasha was in no condition to hear anymore.

 

“I'll make you like it,”

 

He promised, and prayed to God he was up to the challenge then covered her lips with his mouth once again.

 

He coaxed her to respond once more, igniting the still banked fires within her. He didn't know how many seconds ticked away as he stroked and caressed her again, without moving inside her body. When it felt like he was on the brink of giving up on her, she was once again caught up on the throes of their passion.

 

Inuyasha experimented; sweat beading on his forehead at his restraint. He slowly moved out of her, watching her face for any sign of pain. And he found none.

 

Kagome twisted her hips upward, trying to make him come back to her. She found that once she relaxed and gave in to him, the pleasure intensifies as twice as before.

 

And so they moved together, their bodies writhing to a primeval dance. As the white-hot fire of desire seared them, they made each other topple over the edge of insanity and gratification.

 

And in the aftermath, as their bodies lie satiated and entwined, the words Kagome never thought she would say to any man, much less to the Duke of Windshire, tumbled from her unguarded lips.

 

“I love you,”

 

At her words, Inuyasha tilted her face towards him and kissed her.

 

`Now I know this is really Kikyou. That girl would sooner spew her disgust for me than to tell me she loves me. It would never happen,'

 

Inuyasha thought ruefully and he smiled.

 

“And I love you,”

 

`Kagome…'

 

“Kikyou…”

 

And her heart broke. Even in her dreams, she would still lose.

 

The nightmare has begun.