InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ It Must Be Destiny ❯ Chapter 12

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

Well, this is, I believe, a lime chapter. There is some self-satisfaction therein involved, as well as some minor stuff on behalf of our hero. You have been warned.

Chapter 12

Dressed in his traditional dark blue haori and hakama, Inusouta leaped from building to building under the cover of darkness. Barefoot and weaponless, except for his claws, he raced across the city, heading for Ukyo's Restaurant. He knew that even if she wasn't there, he could track her scent back to her apartment.

Within minutes he had landed within sight of the restaurant. Peering inside, he was pleased to discover that Amber was, in fact, not working at the moment. He didn't think she would be- it was nearing midnight, and although the restaurant was open 24 hours, common sense dictated that she wouldn't work both the afternoon shift and the night shift back to back. Grinning, white fangs flashing in the moonlight, he sniffed, searching for any trace of the American girl's scent.

He jumped to the next building over, sniffing some more. Probably have to get closer to the ground…

A soft breeze brought him the lovely odor of roses and coconut. His golden gaze snapped toward the source. Amber…

Taking off like a shot, he raced towards the source of the scent. He hoped, somewhere in his heart, that it was her and not simply a bouquet of roses sitting next to some tropical fruit.

A tall apartment building came into view, a mere three blocks from the restaurant. The source of the scent seemed to be coming from an open window on the fifth floor.

Lithely he jumped from balcony to balcony, searching for the right window. Finally he located the correct one, the bedroom window opened slightly to let the cool evening breeze in.

Leaping from the patio's balcony, he crouched on the windowsill, peering inside, sniffing. Amber's scent is in there… is it really her? Wish I had spent more time with her while I was a hanyou… I'd know her scent better then.

He silently entered through the open window, his keen eyesight finding the figure asleep on its side on the sleeping mat. Soft, golden hair spilled over the pillow, shining silvery in the moonlight, and a ratty old stuffed fox sat by the dresser. A portfolio rested on top of the dresser. It was her, all right.

Inusouta moved to the side of the mat, staring down at the peacefully sleeping girl with mixed emotions. His youkai was urging him to wake her up, while his human common sense told him to leave the way he came in and try again when she was awake.

He ignored both of them as he leaned over and gently kiss her sweet lips, the ones that had lingered in his thoughts for three months.

Amber sighed in her sleep, causing him to nearly hit the ceiling in surprise. She turned more fully onto her back, revealing that she wore only a thin cotton tank top- with nothing else underneath. He could see dusky nipples puckering underneath the flimsy material, reacting to the cool night air coming in through the window. He swallowed hard, his eyes rather wide.

His youkai chortled in delight. What a woman…

The breeze coming in swept over him, brushing over him lightly before swirling around the sleeping girl. She sighed again, taking a deeper breath this time and he froze- if she had been a hanyou, she would've awoken immediately.

“Inusouta,” she whispered into the darkness as she turned her head to the side and bringing one hand up to rest on her stomach, just below her round breasts.

Golden eyes went wide in panic. Did she realize he was there? No, her heartbeat remained slow and regular- she was still asleep. Was she… dreaming of him?

He grinned his father's trademark “I'm-a-bad-ass” grin. So… she says we have nothing yet she dreams of me…

“Bad dog.”

He winced. Okay… maybe not.

For a long time he simply crouched there on all fours, watching her sleep. He was somewhat amused that she still spoke English in her sleep. Underneath that perfect Japanese he had taught her, she still remained American in her heart.

He was torn between waking her up and risking her wrath and just sitting next to her while she slumbered. He could practically see the manifestations of his dual nature appear on his shoulders like they did in cartoons.

Evil Youkai: Wake her up, baka! You need to know how she really feels! -pokes him with long youkai claws-

Good Ningen: No! If you wake her up suddenly, she could end up really mad at you. -pleading, innocent look-

Evil Youkai: So, wake her up… slowly. -evil grin and a raised eyebrow-

Good Ningen: You can't do that to her! She's an innocent and you can't defile her like that! -narrows eyes and shakes a fist at Evil Youkai-

Evil Youkai: Who's to say she's not your mate anyway? So you might as well prove it to the both of you right now. -rubs hands together with glee-

Good Ningen: You don't know that she's his mate! Stop making things up just because youwant to get laid! -sticks tongue out at Evil Youkai-

Inusouta growled almost silently. I'm going nuts.

His ears perked forward as Amber whimpered slightly. He watched in extreme interest as the hand on her stomach slid up and over one tantalizing breast, almost unconsciously squeezing. A deep breath escaped her lips as she did so.

“Yes…” she breathed.

He nearly choked. The scent of roses and coconut was now being mixed with something muskier, more intoxicating to his exceptional senses.

And his body was reacting to the arousal wafting off her skin. He bared his fangs, trying to keep a control over his stirring flesh. Don't move, don't breathe, don't… do… anything...

Movement caught his eye. She had shifted again, causing the thin blanket that covered her to slide off to the side. He blinked as the silver moonlight revealed that she wore only that thin tank top and a pair of green string bikini panties portraying a yellow smiley face with little red horns on the top and a long barbed tail. The smiley had a rather mischievous grin on its simple face and bold white letters just above it proclaimed “I'm Naughty.”

His youkai howled. Let's find out how naughty she is!

Stop that! She's sleeping- I'm not going to seduce her while she's unconscious!

He stared in complete fascination as her other hand slid across the smooth expanse of skin exposed between her tank top and those skimpy green panties. He held his breath as the hand drifted lower, brushing against the top of her panties.

Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit…thinkshe's going to do… Is she?

She's… she's not going to do what I

Everything in him- well, except his youkai- told him to go, to leave, that it was improper of him to stay, especially if she wasn't aware he was there.

Yet he didn't move. Couldn't tear his eyes away as she fumbled slightly in her sleep, slipping her hand beneath the fabric, and letting out an impossibly soft moan.

He just barely managed to keep control over his body- at least, control over its movements. Its reactions to her activities, her increasingly aroused scent, her delightful little sounds- that was another matter. He was hard now, harder than he could ever remember being. Gritting his teeth, he focused on breathing silently so as not to wake her up and not jump on her.

Another whimper reached his ears. Without blinking, he stared as the hand between her legs moved, her impossibly long, slender legs opening a little. The hand on her breast squeezed the flesh there slightly.

Her scent hit him like a Kaze no Kizu at point blank range. Okay… either get out of here now, or else dosomething about this!!

Leaving was nigh on impossible at this point. His body was beyond hard, his blood was pumping strongly through his veins, and he could feel his instincts begging to take over.

She made a sound mixed between a whimper and a moan, biting her lower lip.

Ever so slowly, he moved to the bottom of her mat, kneeling between her open legs. Her arousal, completely stimulated, filled his nostrils until he was certain he'd explode. He took a claw and carefully sliced through the thin band circling each hip. The green material fluttered free, exposing the flesh she was so lovingly caressing.

He completely forgot how to breathe as he stared at her, half-nude in front of him. Dimly, he noticed a simple, black tattoo on her right hip- a paw print. However, his attention was immediately recaptured by her movements. Her delicate, slender, artist's hand was gently stroking smooth, bare skin, rubbing the pink folds guarding her most precious secret. She slid her hand up to her lower stomach, revealing a small thatch of golden curls nestled just above her cleft, neatly trimmed.

Oh shitoh shitoh shitoh shit

The hand that had been administering to herself now drifted up and joined its mate, squeezing the other perfect breast.

Deciding he didn't want to think anymore, he lowered his head and gently stroked her warm, wet skin with his tongue.

She cried out, lifting her hips a little off the mat. He froze, afraid he had awoken her.

No, she still seemed to be asleep. At least, mostly asleep. Her eyes remained closed, yet her body indicated it was drifting between this world and the dream world.

Taking an extreme risk, he lowered his head again and began licking her, drinking in her arousal as if it were the source of life itself. The taste of her was unlike anything he had ever experienced before, filling every one of his senses until he was fairly certain he was going to spill himself in his hakama- without touching himself at all.

A crooning sound, extremely primitive and rather bestial-sounding, escaped from her throat. Knowing he couldn't touch her except with his warm tongue, he probed deeper, keeping his hands on the mat.

For long moments he crouched there, licking, teasing, entering her with his tongue how he wanted to with his aching flesh. The mewls and whimpers she uttered turned him on more than he could've thought possible. His erection strained against his hakama, begging with him to end this torment and make her his.

Finally, in a pulsing climax, she imploded. Her orgasm spilled onto his awaiting tongue and he eagerly lapped it up, wanting more. Her scent changed, to something vaguely familiar. He had smelled it once before, when she had been attacked in the park. He opened his eyes as she came, watching her writhe in delight.

Her body flickered, shifting from something more… animalistic… back to the ningen he had always known. He could've sworn he saw claws on her fingertips. Her scent changed again, returning to normal.

Even as he blinked in confusion, she appeared to be normal. He sat back silently and rubbed his eyes, completely nonplussed.

Did… did I really just see that? Hell, did I really just dothat to her?

Hai, I believe you did. And better yet, you enjoyed it.

Her sapphire eyes opened slightly, gazing at him through a fog of sleepiness. He froze, ready to panic. Oh SHIT.

Instead of waking completely and screaming bloody murder at him, she gave a slight smile before shutting her eyes again. She let out a sigh of complete satisfaction.

“Inusouta... you bad dog…” she whispered, apparently thinking she was still dreaming.

Mortified, he jumped out the window, pausing on the windowsill before jumping to her balcony.

I… I think I'll wait and talk to her in the morning.

Grand idea. Go take a cold shower and pull yourself back together.

Let us just hope Otousan isn't still awake… he will smell what I've been doing for sure.

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The first morning rays fell across Amber's eyes, pulling her from a sound sleep. Man, was she tired! She had some incredible dreams last night- dreams of being loved, being desired, dreams she knew would never come true.

Worse, the dreams had been about that bad dog, Inusouta. She giggled softly at her new name for him. Bad dog. Described him perfectly.

She sighed as she rubbed her eyes, waking up a little more. She felt a familiar, slightly sticky sensation and glanced down, blushing furiously and groaning. Not again…

Her favorite green panties were ripped. She must have been so aroused from her dreams that she masturbated in her sleep, a more and more common occurrence. Which wouldn't be so bad if she didn't wake up to shredded underwear each time.

She wasn't sure why this happened, she only knew it happened if she orgasmed when she masturbated. She never could masturbate while awake- it was just too… naughty. It only happened when she was asleep, when her sense of propriety was unconscious and unable to stop her.

Thank goodness no one knew her secret. It was mortifying enough for herself to know she did unspeakable things in her sleep, but if anyone else ever found out, she'd die of humiliation.

Picking up her ruined underwear, she pondered throwing it out like all the others. Something stopped her though. True, this was one of her favorite pairs, but it was just underwear- nothing special about it.

Still… she decided to throw it in the laundry and wash it, and then perhaps she'd mend them. For now, she wanted a nice long shower and a cup of hot cocoa. Nothing was better than chocolate. Not even dreams of a certain bad dog.

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A/N: A million and a half thank you's to ODUNova, my bestest friend and critic, who has read every one of my chapters and helped me edit them. Without his input, all my stories (and especially the chapters for Destiny) would not be as fantastically well-received as they have been. Arigatou, Lane! Aishiteru!