InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Instinct ❯ One-Shot

Inuyasha Fanfic

Inuyasha Original Japanese Version © Takahashi Rumiko * Shonen Sunday * Sunrise Studios

All Fanfics created by Chiruken (me) were written for the sole purpose of shared entertainment and not intended for publication or sale.


Instinct
By: Chiruken

He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply, lips parting on a sigh of pleasure. His youkai blood sang in exultation, urging him to act now, while the opportunity was placed before him. He shook with the effort to hold back, to keep from acting on his primal instincts. Opening his eyes again, revealing the red tinge to the normal amber hue, he watched the object of his desire intently, following her every move. A low growl rumbled in his chest and he clenched his teeth in an effort to keep the volume down. He had no wish to frighten her, not when her scent was so enticing. She would be receptive now to his advances, if only he didn't act rashly and frighten her away.

His body tightened in anticipation, breath coming faster as his excitement grew. He wanted her…had from the first time her scent had drifted to his sensitive nose. It had been a constant battle from the start to hold himself in check, to not act on the urges raging through him, consuming him, casting out all rational thought. Her scent called to him, wove a dark spell of lust over his senses. He fought hard against the need to claim her as his own, to mark her so no other male would ever dare to touch her again. The rumbling growl increased in volume despite his best efforts to keep it in check.

 

He knew he had to leave, get away from her and her intoxicating scent, before he did something that would only drive her further away from him. She was too fragile to withstand the force of his lust. He wanted her, but not at the price of her trust. He would never do that to her…to them. Instinct warred with the need to protect until he felt as if he would go mad. Couldn't she see what she was doing to him? Couldn't she understand that she should not be so near?

He took a slow step back, forcing his body to move away from her. He couldn't take the chance that his control would last. He had to get away from her before he gave up all reason and just took her, where she stood so innocently in the field, surrounded by the tall swaying grass, dark hair lifting to caress her smooth, flawless cheek. He flexed his claws, fighting the urge to rush to her, to tear her concealing clothes from her body, to touch her as no other had done. He wanted to bury his face in the soft curves of her breasts, taste the perfection of her body, inhale the fragrance of her arousal. He wanted to push her to her knees, take her as his body screamed at him to do, thrust into her over and over until he rid himself of the cravings his body pulsed with.

He threw his head back, eyes closed tightly as he inhaled deeply again, the wind changing, bringing her scent to him in all its purity. He felt his body harden further, throbbing within the confinements of his hakama, the rough material almost painful against his sensitized flesh. He reached down, rubbing one clawed hand against the large bulge, stimulating himself further, his hips moving instinctively against the pressure of his palm. He felt moisture forming, wetting his clothing and he growled again, baring his fangs as he envisioned her touching him instead.

Tearing at the ties holding his clothing in place, he reached inside and gripped himself firmly, stroking his length roughly as opened his eyes to find her familiar form again. His gaze raked her slender form as he pumped his sex almost brutally, relishing the sensations of pleasure and pain. Another growl, louder than the others, emerged from his throat, drawing his lips back into a snarl. His flesh throbbed with increasing need, pre-cum dripping to coat his rapidly pumping hand, creating more delicious friction.

He leaned back, against the fragrant soil of the sharp cliff at his back, his free hand digging furrows in the soft earth as he bucked his hips against his stroking hand. Eyes glowing a feral red he increased his pace, panting as his completion neared. Suddenly he went rigid, his member seeming to swell against his gripping hand, pumping out his seed in spurts as his heart thudded painfully against his ribs. He threw back his head, mouth opening on a scream as he succumbed to the orgasm. “Kikyou!”