InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Interlude ❯ Interlude ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Fairia13 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 11.06.2004 | Updated On: 03.08.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 4.1K | Visits: 1.9K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 11.06.2004 | Updated On: 03.08.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 4.1K | Visits: 1.9K | Status: Completed
DISCLAIMER: Standard disclaimer applies. I don't own Inuyasha, the characters, Japan, or much else besides a run-down dodge and two angel fish. And next year I won't even own the car, my brother will. I'm getting a new car. (Yeah baby!)AUTHOR'S BABBLE: This is a one-shot, based off of a suprise pairing that really should suprise you! The idea came from Kawaiiamaiai, who suggeted the pairing, and even has a story going with this pairing - the only one I've ever seen! It's called Many Differences but Still a Common Bond and if you're curiou cau can go check it out on her website Enlightened Hearts under the penname Ai. (I'll put the adress at the bottom of the page.) My story Stronger is also posted there under the name Nascha, which means "owl" in Native American.After reading my one review (I was wondering why no one reviewed...) and having them say him with the "old hag" wasn't appealing...who said old hag? Or grey hair? Or wrinkles or menopause or anything else for that matter?So FYI, this takes place about 40 years before the Inuyasha series begins.
=======================================Interlude==================== ===================She shouldn't have wandered so far from the village, she thought bitterly, hobbling through the rain, which was driving down in chilly sheets. The weather watchers had said there was a large storm coming but she, seeing only puffy white clouds on the horizon, had waved off their warning, calling as she left that she wouldn't stray too far.Unfortunately, the herbs she had needed had been further away then she had anticipated. She had kept on her course, oblivious to the steadily darkening sky. By the time she noticed the change, the clouds overhead had been black and ready to burst. She had quickly gathered up her pickings and set off at a run, determined to make it back to the village if not before the rain started, then certainly soon after. She had never counted on the rock. The rain had come upon her suddenly, with no more than a few light drops as warning before the clouds burst and the rain hell on her in driving sheets. She had been forced to leave tree cover and make her way through a field, where the rain had been worse, if that was possible. Between the water driving into her right eye and the patch over her left, she never saw the rock she tripped over. One second she was sprinting for cover across the field, the next she was sprawled flat on the ground, arrows and herbs scattered around her and struggling to regain her lost wind. She had gathered her things while waiting for the pain to subside and had continued on, her new destination a cave she knew to be up ahead. Her ankle throbbed with each step, pains shooting up her leg and into her knee, making her wince every time that foot touched the ground.The rain was bad enough that she didn't see the cave until she was nearly on top of it. As it was, she stumbled inside, half-drowned, her haori and hakama pants hanging about her frame in sodden, mud-stained folds of fabric and her hair falling in obsidian tangles.She got so far as leaning against the inside wall - just out of reach of the rain - and let out a heartfelt sigh before noticing the immense amount of youkai. It washed over her, the power coming in tangible waves so thick she wondered how she couldn't have noticed it back in the field where she hurt her ankle.The second thing she saw was him. He was further back in the cave, sitting against the opposite wall. One leg was drawn up, and his left arm was draped over it while the other was casually stretched out in front of him. Damp silks draped negligently over lean muscles and solid flesh and luminescent white hair, still wet from the downpour, rippled smoothly down his back without so much as a hint of a tangle. His head was tilted back, almost as if he were sleeping, and though his eyes were closed and she couldn't see their color, maroon stripes arched gracefully over his high cheekbones and a navy crescent was clearly visible of his forehead.'It should against the law for any male to look that good while sopping wet.' Was her first sour thought as she edged further into the cave, making sure to keep her back to the wall while she notched an arrow to her bow, alert for the slightest twitch indicating that he was going to attack.He never moved.A particularly sharp throb in her ankle brought her up short, her breath hitching in her throat as her ankle wobbled and then collapsed, refusing to support her weight any more. Leaning harder against the wall of the cave, she attempted to control her descent to the ground, wondering if he even knew she was there.The youkai in question knew perfectly well that she was there. He also knew that she was female, relatively young and a miko of middling power. However, he didn't particularly care. While he held no love for humans, miko's in particular, as long as she didn't try to purify him, he wouldn't have to hurt her.A barely-heard gasp of pain and the sound of fabric against stone was what prompted him to open his eyes and study the miko across from him.She looked like a doll, was his first though, a child's toy. Clothed in the traditional miko's garb or white haori and red hakama pants, everything about her was tiny and delicate-looking, as if a good breeze would pick her up and blow her away. Her skin was pale and delicate-looking, barely brushed by the sun and typical Asian gold. Her right eye had a patch over it, but her left eye was as dark as her hair, wide and shiny and ringed by thick black lashes. Her hair, wet and shimmering obsidian, hung down to the small of her back in damp tangles, giving her a tousled just-woke-up look. The wet fabric of her outfit was the light summer kind, and in its wetness had molded to her curves, the practically see-through material cupping her generous breasts and revealing the erect nipples, no doubt sensitized by the cols wet fabric as she ran.Unwillingly, his body stirred with interest. Disregarding her obvious defect of the lack of an eye, this female resembled nothing if not a disheveled woman-child on the cusp of adulthood. She had glanced up as her backside touched the cave floor, the swirl of jaki catching her interest, and froze at the sight of brilliant gold eyes studying her intently. Quite suddenly, she knew exactly whom she shared a cave with. The silvery-white hair should have tipped her off, but those eyes - that penetrating amber stare was as unmistakable as it was unforgettable.After all, her sister had pinned his brother to a tree.A breeze whipped through the cave, the damp chill of it causing goose bumps to raise on her cols skin as she shivered, suddenly wishing for a fire.Still he stared.Casting about, she could plainly see some old wood scattered at the back of the cave, no doubt drug in by rodents or travelers, or even blown in by the wind itself. Struggling to her feet, she tottered over to it and gathered some of it up, tossing it haphazardly into a small pile and placing a few dry leaves and bits of fluff on top. She reached into her side pouch and felt around for her flint, only to realize it wasn't there.'Damn.' She thought, knowing full well that her mother and sister would probably highly upset with her for cursing from their enlightened viewpoint in the afterlife. 'Well too bad.' She thought sourly, grimacing slightly at her own uncharitable thoughts. One should be more polite to the deceased.She considered her situation a moment, then cast a sidelong glance to the watching youkai who, other than opening his eyes and tiling his head forward, hadn't moved an inch the whole time."Ano..." She cleared her throat, he continued on bravely. "Ano.. Do you have and flint?"Amused, the youkai tossed her the flint in his side pouch. It had been several decades since a miko had crossed paths with him. The ones that did were usually intent on purifying him, and thus he didn't waste time talking to them. But this one was talking to him? And not threatening to purify him, or maim him or attempt to cause him unspeakable pain? Normally, he would ignore her, but sheer amusement at her gusto prompted him to humor her request.Amiably, she lit the fire and looked over her shoulder, knowing that even without the clouds covering the sky, it would be dark soon and she would be stuck her for the night. The rain continued in a steady downpour outside the cave, wetting the entrance and making her glad she had gotten in when she had - it didn't look especially pleasant outside. "It won't be letting up anytime soon."The voice, seemingly coming form nowhere, startled her so that she jumped and squeaked in surprise, whirling to face the youkai who was still seated against the wall of the cave, watching her. Amusement splashed across his features for a second before they resettled themselves into impassive lines.She held a hand against her wildly beating heart. "Was it really necessary to scare me like that?" She asked in outrage, color flooding her cheeks. The youkai merely arched a silvery brow in her direction as the girl cleared her throat, casting about for another topic. "Er..would you like to sit closer to the fire?" She muttered when nothing else came to mind.The youkai merely gazed at her unblinkingly.Sighing a bit, she huddled closer to the fire's warmth and removed her zori sandal and tami sock, examining her distended and swollen ankle. She bent over to gently prod it and see if it was a fracture or a twist, but as her fingertip touched the swollen skin pain shot through her and she pulled back, hissing. A slight breeze was her only warning, and then he was there, across the fire, watching her prod her swollen ankle."I tripped." She muttered, feeling the need to explain herself. "Over my own two stupid feet and a bloody rock."The youkai said nothing, merely watching her intently as she attempted to pull her tami sock back on. Unfortunately, the sock had been the only thing keeping the swelling to a reasonable level, and with the sock gone, her ankle had swollen further, revealing flesh colored yellow and green, indicating the darkening bruise. The bone had been jarred, the tendons stretched and twisted, and the ankle needed to be pulled straight.She gave up on her sock and put in out next to the fire to dry. She could reset bones, stitch wounds and birth babes, but those were all done to others. She couldn't treat herself. Sighing, she hoped that it would wait till she returned to the village tomorrow. A warm, slender hand rested on her leg, just above her ankle, causing her to start at the contact. Looking up, she watched the youkai across from her reached forward a bit, his intense amber eyes studying her ankle.Unwillingly, heat pooled low in her stomach. She was not entirely naïve, she had a full understanding of sex and procreation; it was required in her line of work. She also knew what desire was, and had felt it before. However, every other time she had been able to ignore it, push it to the side, and the object of her desire was none the wiser. However, this was and Inu-youkai, and for all of her lack of contact with higher-level youkai, she knew firsthand how well equipped an Inu's nose was.She pulled her ankle back sharply, ignoring the stab of pain and jerking her ankle out of his grasp. The youkai growled low in his throat and grasped her leg sharply. "Stop twitching." He ground out. "You ankle needs to be pulled straight." He could smell her faint arousal perfectly well, and also knew she needed her ankle pulled straight, or it would heal and leave her with a limp. For some reason, her arousal pleased him; it had been quite a long time since he had a good romp, and even longer since he had deigned to sample a human female. He had never savored a miko before, and idly wondered if it would be any different then a regular female. Though he had no love for humans in general, their females were quite amusing, far more spirited that youkai bitches.The human in question gulped and tried to ignore the heat pooling in her groin as his thumb caressed small circles on her skin. Without warning, he grasped her foot and pulled, straightening the ankle in one swift motion before releasing her foot as she yelped in pain and jerked the limb away - insofar as she could with his other hand still grasping her leg."Be still." He hissed in exasperation, "Or you'll undo what I just did. And I won't straighten it a second time."The girl immediately stilled and he continued making small, soothing circles on her leg with his thumb. He smirked inwardly as her arousal spiked a bit higher; seducing this little miko was going to be little trouble. He let his hand drift upward so that it rested lightly on her knee, his clawed thumb grazing the sensitive underside ever so slightly.Her breath hitched ever-so-slightly, and she hoped that the sound would be confused with pain, though she highly doubted it. Warmth pooled in her groin as he caressed her skin through the fabric of her hakama. He was sitting next to her now and still watching her with that unreadable expression. The firelight danced in the depths of his eyes, warming the cool gold to something molten and enticing. Her parents, she knew, would be furious if they were around to see this, and as it was were probably spinning in their graves like wheels on a runaway cart. Her sister... Well, her sister would also have been displeased, but she didn't have any room to talk, now did she? They seemed to reach for each other simultaneously, lips meeting and crashing in a mutual frenzy. Her hands went to his hair, her fingers twining in the silken strands and clutching desperately as he ravaged her mouth, his tongue thrusting inside and flicking against soft walls before curling teasingly around her own.Moaning, she leaned into the kiss, touching her tongue to his as his hands roamed her body, drinking in her curves and drawing her closer to himself. His lips left the haven of her mouth and roamed her face, leaving a smoldering feeling curling low in her stomach as he tugged on her earlobe gently with his teeth, laving the small bite with his tongue and then tracing the shell of her ear with the appendage. She moaned throatily against him, the sound unexpectedly setting the blood racing through his veins afire. His hands moved against her, more insistent, palming her breasts and grazing the erect nipples which stood out in sharp relief even trough her clothing. She felt the ties of her haori being undone, the wet cloth being slipped off of her shoulders, exposing her to the night air and causing her to shudder as gooseflesh appeared across her skin. She knew this was wrong, that he was a demon and she a miko, their siblings had killed one another, she could lose her powers over this meager though they were. She didn’t care. She knew that her family, had they been alive to know, would be disgusted and appalled at her behavior. She had always tried to live up to the standard of what her family would want, what the village expected. She had been determined to make up for her lack power with purity and a vast knowledge of herbs, illnesses and birth. Of life and death. But for this moment, this single moment in time, this instant where a thousand endless possibilities suddenly stretched out before her, she wanted something for her. A single night of passion. Was that so much to ask? A moment of her life dedicated to her, rather than to what the rest of the world dictated?Determinedly, she reached for the ties of his hakama. No, she decided, it wasn’t.He was shocked as the miko undid his hakama and slid it down his hips, her fingers lightly brushing over the skin of his thighs as she reached upwards for his haori. Her own haori was pooled at her waist, held on by her hakama and draping carelessly down her backside. She didn’t seem to care that she was naked and exposed from the waist up, her obsidian hair tangling and curling about her like a wild thing, grazing her beasts and belly and twining about her arms. The ties of his haori came undone and he shed the garment willingly, standing proud and naked before her. Apprehension flashed across her features as she gazed at him. She had seen plenty of naked males before - her status as a doctor demanded it, and insisted that personal modesties be put aside for the purpose of saving a life. But she had never seen one so aroused or so….big. He stood unabashedly before her, firelight flickering over his features, playing across the expanse of his chest, curling lovingly across his form as he stood straight and proud in the darkened cave. His engorged member, large and thick, seemed to strain against him, even as he blatantly ignored it and reached out for her hakama.In that instant, as he slid her hakama down over her hips, past her knees and leaving the scarlet material to pool at her feet, her nerves failed her. What was she doing? Then he reached out ad drew her to him, lowering his head to suckle lovingly at her breast, and all thoughts fled.His teeth scraped against the areola, teasing the sensitized flesh even as his tongue laved the nipple, the gentle suction of his lips almost more than she could bear. She arched into him, offering him more, if he would just continue what he was doing. Smirking against her breast, he reached up with his hand and palmed her other breast, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger and listening to her soft moans.Pleasure exploded across her senses as his hand left her breast and quested down, the tip of his finger grazing across her nether lips once, twice, before sliding into the heat he found there and caressing the bundle of nerves hidden in her cleft. Moving his mouth to her other beast, he repeated the ministrations of the first as he slid a finger into her heat.She encased his digit like a velvet fist, and it was all he could do not to take her then. But no; she wasn’t ready and he wouldn’t take her in pain. He stroked her, pumping in and out of her slowly, listening to her breath catch and the soft wondering cry that escaped her throat. Her fingers wove through his hair, pressing him closer, silently begging him not to stop.Taking his other arm from it’s place at her waist, he grabbed her hand and drew it towards him, placing the reluctant appendage on his member. She tried to pull away, but he held her there, showing her fingers how to wrap around him and stroke him in the manner he liked best. After a few hesitant strokes, she gained her rhythm, griping his shaft and running her fingers up and own it, drawing her thumb over the tip and paying special attention to the underside of the head as his finger continued to stroke inside her, his thumb brushing her bundle, his lips and tongue and teeth pleasuring her breasts, neck as he eased her in a controlled fall onto her back. Pulling his finger out of her, he rose over her and positioned himself at her entrance, nudging her lips apart with the head of his penis and resting just at her entrance. Grasping her hips, he looked down at her, her skin flushed with passion, her eyes glazed and half-open as her hair curled wildly about her and her breasts rose erratically with her breathing.“Are you ready?” He asked.She said nothing in response, but pushed her hips against him, forcing him slightly into her opening. Not missing a beat, he surged into her tearing past her virgin barrier and burying himself inside her heat. Reigning in his youkai, which was screaming for release, he paused to let her body adjust to his intrusion, not having missed her hiss of pain as he tore her. He leaned down and rested against her, a forearm on either side of her head. Dipping his head, he bit and suckled at her neck, drawing her attention away from the pain and into the bliss of his skin against hers. He could hear her heart rate speed up at his ministrations, and he slowly began to move within her, stroking her heat and fanning to life the smoldering embers of her desire. She gasped as a fire unlike any she had known coursed in molten heat throughout her veins, setting her afire. The friction of him moving in her, the feel of their sweat-slicked skin sliding together, the strands of silver hair brushing against nipples and breasts sensitized by earlier ministrations… She moaned, the throaty, deep sound foreign to her as she returned his thrusts stroke-for-stroke, working them both into a frenzied heat. Hands were everywhere, clutching and grasping, groping and kneading, stroking and soothing. Her walls tightened around him and for a blinding second, he wasn’t sure where he left off and she began as they exploded together, both crying out their mutual fulfillment. They lay together in the aftermath of their joining, both breathing heavily, neither speaking, merely holding one another and reveling in the sated satisfaction that made its way through their veins, creeping through them like a slow-moving drug, and lulling her to sleep against him.She woke the next morning to the sound of birds chirruping merrily nearby. She rolled over, intent on pulling her blanket over her head for a few more minutes of sleep, but a soreness in her nether regions gave her pause. Wha-?In a rush, it all came flooding back to her. The rain. The cave. Him. Bolting upright, she looked around. The fire, embers smoldering enough to give of heat, was neatly banked so as not to burn out of control. Sunshine flooded into the cavern, illuminating it and revealing the fact that she was indeed alone in the cave. Her makeshift blanket fell off of her and she looked down, startled to see that she was covered in his haori from last night. Shaking her head slightly, she rose and dressed, pulling on her rumpled and wrinkled garments and dousing the fire. Gathering her herbs and weapons, she made to leave the cave, placing the haori along the wall in the back. It felt wrong to take it with her. Last night had been a once in a lifetime night, and it seemed somehow sinful to keep a memento that was better left buried deep in her heart. Sighing as she stroked the fine material one last time before leaving it, she set it down and made to leave the cave.As she strode out into the sunshine, not able to force herself to hurry back to her village and duties and expectations, she realized… He had never asked her name.A/N2: Was the pairing ambiguous to anyone? Did you not figure out who they were? FYI, it was Sesshomaru and Kaede. I purposefully never mentioned their names throughout the entire story because if you noticed, not once did they ask each other's names. Oh, and the website with Ai's stroy:
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=======================================Interlude==================== ===================She shouldn't have wandered so far from the village, she thought bitterly, hobbling through the rain, which was driving down in chilly sheets. The weather watchers had said there was a large storm coming but she, seeing only puffy white clouds on the horizon, had waved off their warning, calling as she left that she wouldn't stray too far.Unfortunately, the herbs she had needed had been further away then she had anticipated. She had kept on her course, oblivious to the steadily darkening sky. By the time she noticed the change, the clouds overhead had been black and ready to burst. She had quickly gathered up her pickings and set off at a run, determined to make it back to the village if not before the rain started, then certainly soon after. She had never counted on the rock. The rain had come upon her suddenly, with no more than a few light drops as warning before the clouds burst and the rain hell on her in driving sheets. She had been forced to leave tree cover and make her way through a field, where the rain had been worse, if that was possible. Between the water driving into her right eye and the patch over her left, she never saw the rock she tripped over. One second she was sprinting for cover across the field, the next she was sprawled flat on the ground, arrows and herbs scattered around her and struggling to regain her lost wind. She had gathered her things while waiting for the pain to subside and had continued on, her new destination a cave she knew to be up ahead. Her ankle throbbed with each step, pains shooting up her leg and into her knee, making her wince every time that foot touched the ground.The rain was bad enough that she didn't see the cave until she was nearly on top of it. As it was, she stumbled inside, half-drowned, her haori and hakama pants hanging about her frame in sodden, mud-stained folds of fabric and her hair falling in obsidian tangles.She got so far as leaning against the inside wall - just out of reach of the rain - and let out a heartfelt sigh before noticing the immense amount of youkai. It washed over her, the power coming in tangible waves so thick she wondered how she couldn't have noticed it back in the field where she hurt her ankle.The second thing she saw was him. He was further back in the cave, sitting against the opposite wall. One leg was drawn up, and his left arm was draped over it while the other was casually stretched out in front of him. Damp silks draped negligently over lean muscles and solid flesh and luminescent white hair, still wet from the downpour, rippled smoothly down his back without so much as a hint of a tangle. His head was tilted back, almost as if he were sleeping, and though his eyes were closed and she couldn't see their color, maroon stripes arched gracefully over his high cheekbones and a navy crescent was clearly visible of his forehead.'It should against the law for any male to look that good while sopping wet.' Was her first sour thought as she edged further into the cave, making sure to keep her back to the wall while she notched an arrow to her bow, alert for the slightest twitch indicating that he was going to attack.He never moved.A particularly sharp throb in her ankle brought her up short, her breath hitching in her throat as her ankle wobbled and then collapsed, refusing to support her weight any more. Leaning harder against the wall of the cave, she attempted to control her descent to the ground, wondering if he even knew she was there.The youkai in question knew perfectly well that she was there. He also knew that she was female, relatively young and a miko of middling power. However, he didn't particularly care. While he held no love for humans, miko's in particular, as long as she didn't try to purify him, he wouldn't have to hurt her.A barely-heard gasp of pain and the sound of fabric against stone was what prompted him to open his eyes and study the miko across from him.She looked like a doll, was his first though, a child's toy. Clothed in the traditional miko's garb or white haori and red hakama pants, everything about her was tiny and delicate-looking, as if a good breeze would pick her up and blow her away. Her skin was pale and delicate-looking, barely brushed by the sun and typical Asian gold. Her right eye had a patch over it, but her left eye was as dark as her hair, wide and shiny and ringed by thick black lashes. Her hair, wet and shimmering obsidian, hung down to the small of her back in damp tangles, giving her a tousled just-woke-up look. The wet fabric of her outfit was the light summer kind, and in its wetness had molded to her curves, the practically see-through material cupping her generous breasts and revealing the erect nipples, no doubt sensitized by the cols wet fabric as she ran.Unwillingly, his body stirred with interest. Disregarding her obvious defect of the lack of an eye, this female resembled nothing if not a disheveled woman-child on the cusp of adulthood. She had glanced up as her backside touched the cave floor, the swirl of jaki catching her interest, and froze at the sight of brilliant gold eyes studying her intently. Quite suddenly, she knew exactly whom she shared a cave with. The silvery-white hair should have tipped her off, but those eyes - that penetrating amber stare was as unmistakable as it was unforgettable.After all, her sister had pinned his brother to a tree.A breeze whipped through the cave, the damp chill of it causing goose bumps to raise on her cols skin as she shivered, suddenly wishing for a fire.Still he stared.Casting about, she could plainly see some old wood scattered at the back of the cave, no doubt drug in by rodents or travelers, or even blown in by the wind itself. Struggling to her feet, she tottered over to it and gathered some of it up, tossing it haphazardly into a small pile and placing a few dry leaves and bits of fluff on top. She reached into her side pouch and felt around for her flint, only to realize it wasn't there.'Damn.' She thought, knowing full well that her mother and sister would probably highly upset with her for cursing from their enlightened viewpoint in the afterlife. 'Well too bad.' She thought sourly, grimacing slightly at her own uncharitable thoughts. One should be more polite to the deceased.She considered her situation a moment, then cast a sidelong glance to the watching youkai who, other than opening his eyes and tiling his head forward, hadn't moved an inch the whole time."Ano..." She cleared her throat, he continued on bravely. "Ano.. Do you have and flint?"Amused, the youkai tossed her the flint in his side pouch. It had been several decades since a miko had crossed paths with him. The ones that did were usually intent on purifying him, and thus he didn't waste time talking to them. But this one was talking to him? And not threatening to purify him, or maim him or attempt to cause him unspeakable pain? Normally, he would ignore her, but sheer amusement at her gusto prompted him to humor her request.Amiably, she lit the fire and looked over her shoulder, knowing that even without the clouds covering the sky, it would be dark soon and she would be stuck her for the night. The rain continued in a steady downpour outside the cave, wetting the entrance and making her glad she had gotten in when she had - it didn't look especially pleasant outside. "It won't be letting up anytime soon."The voice, seemingly coming form nowhere, startled her so that she jumped and squeaked in surprise, whirling to face the youkai who was still seated against the wall of the cave, watching her. Amusement splashed across his features for a second before they resettled themselves into impassive lines.She held a hand against her wildly beating heart. "Was it really necessary to scare me like that?" She asked in outrage, color flooding her cheeks. The youkai merely arched a silvery brow in her direction as the girl cleared her throat, casting about for another topic. "Er..would you like to sit closer to the fire?" She muttered when nothing else came to mind.The youkai merely gazed at her unblinkingly.Sighing a bit, she huddled closer to the fire's warmth and removed her zori sandal and tami sock, examining her distended and swollen ankle. She bent over to gently prod it and see if it was a fracture or a twist, but as her fingertip touched the swollen skin pain shot through her and she pulled back, hissing. A slight breeze was her only warning, and then he was there, across the fire, watching her prod her swollen ankle."I tripped." She muttered, feeling the need to explain herself. "Over my own two stupid feet and a bloody rock."The youkai said nothing, merely watching her intently as she attempted to pull her tami sock back on. Unfortunately, the sock had been the only thing keeping the swelling to a reasonable level, and with the sock gone, her ankle had swollen further, revealing flesh colored yellow and green, indicating the darkening bruise. The bone had been jarred, the tendons stretched and twisted, and the ankle needed to be pulled straight.She gave up on her sock and put in out next to the fire to dry. She could reset bones, stitch wounds and birth babes, but those were all done to others. She couldn't treat herself. Sighing, she hoped that it would wait till she returned to the village tomorrow. A warm, slender hand rested on her leg, just above her ankle, causing her to start at the contact. Looking up, she watched the youkai across from her reached forward a bit, his intense amber eyes studying her ankle.Unwillingly, heat pooled low in her stomach. She was not entirely naïve, she had a full understanding of sex and procreation; it was required in her line of work. She also knew what desire was, and had felt it before. However, every other time she had been able to ignore it, push it to the side, and the object of her desire was none the wiser. However, this was and Inu-youkai, and for all of her lack of contact with higher-level youkai, she knew firsthand how well equipped an Inu's nose was.She pulled her ankle back sharply, ignoring the stab of pain and jerking her ankle out of his grasp. The youkai growled low in his throat and grasped her leg sharply. "Stop twitching." He ground out. "You ankle needs to be pulled straight." He could smell her faint arousal perfectly well, and also knew she needed her ankle pulled straight, or it would heal and leave her with a limp. For some reason, her arousal pleased him; it had been quite a long time since he had a good romp, and even longer since he had deigned to sample a human female. He had never savored a miko before, and idly wondered if it would be any different then a regular female. Though he had no love for humans in general, their females were quite amusing, far more spirited that youkai bitches.The human in question gulped and tried to ignore the heat pooling in her groin as his thumb caressed small circles on her skin. Without warning, he grasped her foot and pulled, straightening the ankle in one swift motion before releasing her foot as she yelped in pain and jerked the limb away - insofar as she could with his other hand still grasping her leg."Be still." He hissed in exasperation, "Or you'll undo what I just did. And I won't straighten it a second time."The girl immediately stilled and he continued making small, soothing circles on her leg with his thumb. He smirked inwardly as her arousal spiked a bit higher; seducing this little miko was going to be little trouble. He let his hand drift upward so that it rested lightly on her knee, his clawed thumb grazing the sensitive underside ever so slightly.Her breath hitched ever-so-slightly, and she hoped that the sound would be confused with pain, though she highly doubted it. Warmth pooled in her groin as he caressed her skin through the fabric of her hakama. He was sitting next to her now and still watching her with that unreadable expression. The firelight danced in the depths of his eyes, warming the cool gold to something molten and enticing. Her parents, she knew, would be furious if they were around to see this, and as it was were probably spinning in their graves like wheels on a runaway cart. Her sister... Well, her sister would also have been displeased, but she didn't have any room to talk, now did she? They seemed to reach for each other simultaneously, lips meeting and crashing in a mutual frenzy. Her hands went to his hair, her fingers twining in the silken strands and clutching desperately as he ravaged her mouth, his tongue thrusting inside and flicking against soft walls before curling teasingly around her own.Moaning, she leaned into the kiss, touching her tongue to his as his hands roamed her body, drinking in her curves and drawing her closer to himself. His lips left the haven of her mouth and roamed her face, leaving a smoldering feeling curling low in her stomach as he tugged on her earlobe gently with his teeth, laving the small bite with his tongue and then tracing the shell of her ear with the appendage. She moaned throatily against him, the sound unexpectedly setting the blood racing through his veins afire. His hands moved against her, more insistent, palming her breasts and grazing the erect nipples which stood out in sharp relief even trough her clothing. She felt the ties of her haori being undone, the wet cloth being slipped off of her shoulders, exposing her to the night air and causing her to shudder as gooseflesh appeared across her skin. She knew this was wrong, that he was a demon and she a miko, their siblings had killed one another, she could lose her powers over this meager though they were. She didn’t care. She knew that her family, had they been alive to know, would be disgusted and appalled at her behavior. She had always tried to live up to the standard of what her family would want, what the village expected. She had been determined to make up for her lack power with purity and a vast knowledge of herbs, illnesses and birth. Of life and death. But for this moment, this single moment in time, this instant where a thousand endless possibilities suddenly stretched out before her, she wanted something for her. A single night of passion. Was that so much to ask? A moment of her life dedicated to her, rather than to what the rest of the world dictated?Determinedly, she reached for the ties of his hakama. No, she decided, it wasn’t.He was shocked as the miko undid his hakama and slid it down his hips, her fingers lightly brushing over the skin of his thighs as she reached upwards for his haori. Her own haori was pooled at her waist, held on by her hakama and draping carelessly down her backside. She didn’t seem to care that she was naked and exposed from the waist up, her obsidian hair tangling and curling about her like a wild thing, grazing her beasts and belly and twining about her arms. The ties of his haori came undone and he shed the garment willingly, standing proud and naked before her. Apprehension flashed across her features as she gazed at him. She had seen plenty of naked males before - her status as a doctor demanded it, and insisted that personal modesties be put aside for the purpose of saving a life. But she had never seen one so aroused or so….big. He stood unabashedly before her, firelight flickering over his features, playing across the expanse of his chest, curling lovingly across his form as he stood straight and proud in the darkened cave. His engorged member, large and thick, seemed to strain against him, even as he blatantly ignored it and reached out for her hakama.In that instant, as he slid her hakama down over her hips, past her knees and leaving the scarlet material to pool at her feet, her nerves failed her. What was she doing? Then he reached out ad drew her to him, lowering his head to suckle lovingly at her breast, and all thoughts fled.His teeth scraped against the areola, teasing the sensitized flesh even as his tongue laved the nipple, the gentle suction of his lips almost more than she could bear. She arched into him, offering him more, if he would just continue what he was doing. Smirking against her breast, he reached up with his hand and palmed her other breast, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger and listening to her soft moans.Pleasure exploded across her senses as his hand left her breast and quested down, the tip of his finger grazing across her nether lips once, twice, before sliding into the heat he found there and caressing the bundle of nerves hidden in her cleft. Moving his mouth to her other beast, he repeated the ministrations of the first as he slid a finger into her heat.She encased his digit like a velvet fist, and it was all he could do not to take her then. But no; she wasn’t ready and he wouldn’t take her in pain. He stroked her, pumping in and out of her slowly, listening to her breath catch and the soft wondering cry that escaped her throat. Her fingers wove through his hair, pressing him closer, silently begging him not to stop.Taking his other arm from it’s place at her waist, he grabbed her hand and drew it towards him, placing the reluctant appendage on his member. She tried to pull away, but he held her there, showing her fingers how to wrap around him and stroke him in the manner he liked best. After a few hesitant strokes, she gained her rhythm, griping his shaft and running her fingers up and own it, drawing her thumb over the tip and paying special attention to the underside of the head as his finger continued to stroke inside her, his thumb brushing her bundle, his lips and tongue and teeth pleasuring her breasts, neck as he eased her in a controlled fall onto her back. Pulling his finger out of her, he rose over her and positioned himself at her entrance, nudging her lips apart with the head of his penis and resting just at her entrance. Grasping her hips, he looked down at her, her skin flushed with passion, her eyes glazed and half-open as her hair curled wildly about her and her breasts rose erratically with her breathing.“Are you ready?” He asked.She said nothing in response, but pushed her hips against him, forcing him slightly into her opening. Not missing a beat, he surged into her tearing past her virgin barrier and burying himself inside her heat. Reigning in his youkai, which was screaming for release, he paused to let her body adjust to his intrusion, not having missed her hiss of pain as he tore her. He leaned down and rested against her, a forearm on either side of her head. Dipping his head, he bit and suckled at her neck, drawing her attention away from the pain and into the bliss of his skin against hers. He could hear her heart rate speed up at his ministrations, and he slowly began to move within her, stroking her heat and fanning to life the smoldering embers of her desire. She gasped as a fire unlike any she had known coursed in molten heat throughout her veins, setting her afire. The friction of him moving in her, the feel of their sweat-slicked skin sliding together, the strands of silver hair brushing against nipples and breasts sensitized by earlier ministrations… She moaned, the throaty, deep sound foreign to her as she returned his thrusts stroke-for-stroke, working them both into a frenzied heat. Hands were everywhere, clutching and grasping, groping and kneading, stroking and soothing. Her walls tightened around him and for a blinding second, he wasn’t sure where he left off and she began as they exploded together, both crying out their mutual fulfillment. They lay together in the aftermath of their joining, both breathing heavily, neither speaking, merely holding one another and reveling in the sated satisfaction that made its way through their veins, creeping through them like a slow-moving drug, and lulling her to sleep against him.She woke the next morning to the sound of birds chirruping merrily nearby. She rolled over, intent on pulling her blanket over her head for a few more minutes of sleep, but a soreness in her nether regions gave her pause. Wha-?In a rush, it all came flooding back to her. The rain. The cave. Him. Bolting upright, she looked around. The fire, embers smoldering enough to give of heat, was neatly banked so as not to burn out of control. Sunshine flooded into the cavern, illuminating it and revealing the fact that she was indeed alone in the cave. Her makeshift blanket fell off of her and she looked down, startled to see that she was covered in his haori from last night. Shaking her head slightly, she rose and dressed, pulling on her rumpled and wrinkled garments and dousing the fire. Gathering her herbs and weapons, she made to leave the cave, placing the haori along the wall in the back. It felt wrong to take it with her. Last night had been a once in a lifetime night, and it seemed somehow sinful to keep a memento that was better left buried deep in her heart. Sighing as she stroked the fine material one last time before leaving it, she set it down and made to leave the cave.As she strode out into the sunshine, not able to force herself to hurry back to her village and duties and expectations, she realized… He had never asked her name.A/N2: Was the pairing ambiguous to anyone? Did you not figure out who they were? FYI, it was Sesshomaru and Kaede. I purposefully never mentioned their names throughout the entire story because if you noticed, not once did they ask each other's names. Oh, and the website with Ai's stroy:
http:// www. freewebs. com/ enlightenedhearts/ fan/ fanfic. html
Just take out all the fun spaces.
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