InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Life Source ❯ Burning Insanity ( Chapter 3 )

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Chapter 4: Burning insanity

 

By: RisuBento

 

 

 

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The night after she'd left…I'd begun to have nightmares. I was twisted into a world of insanity. My mind would burn. I was becoming paranoid---afraid that my nightmares were lurking somewhere in the shadows.

 

I'd begun to get ill. Whenever I ate something, I would retch it up within moments. It was as if my body was rejecting everything around me. I haven't eaten in 2 years---I HAVE but have been unsuccessful at keeping it down. Water is acceptable. I am able to keep down liquids. But…deep down I KNEW that the only liquid my body burned for was from the bosom of my elfin lover.

 

That cursed milk…

 

My father smelt her on me the next day, after our joining, and he told me to sit down in such a serious tone, that I shivered. He was silent for a few moments, before he spoke. He told me that I'd just signed my death wish. The milk that I'd so hastingly suckled from Kagome's breasts was now my "life source"… I didn't want to know what that meant… But he told me that the only thing I was able to live off from now on was the 'cursed' milk from the woman I'd suckled from.

 

Total…damnation.

 

I hadn't a clue as to where she was.

 

I told my father and he could only sigh in whatever emotion he was feeling at the time.

 

I was angry… Angry at the world for allowing elves to exist…angry at myself for falling under the elfin curse… But I was mostly angry at 'her'. I wanted to find her and kill her myself. 'She' must've tricked me into taking her life source to my lips. A spell… Elfin maidens were known for their powerful magic castings. I could only shake my head in dismay.

 

I was cursed.

 

And in love.

 

I didn't know what 'love' was until we'd joined together. Sure, my mother and father would tell me they 'loved' me, but that was 'love'. I didn't know what it felt like to be "in love" with someone so deeply that your entire being burned for them. I didn't know what it felt like to be touched so 'lovingly'…especially by a woman.

 

That night…when I was 16 summers old…we made 'love' and I'd kept it that love with me. I will 'NEVER' allow anyone to take it from me. And yet…I will never allow myself to keep on 'loving' her. She's the one who left. Left me alone.

 

I told myself one day that demons DO NOT love. They lust. But do not love. Love was for the weak and fool hearted. I was weak and fool hearted for believing that I was 'loved'. After that day, I would tend to myself and my nightmares. I didn't allow anyone to come near me, converse with me, even stay in the same room as me.

 

I was alone in my own twisted insanity.

 

After 2 years of suffering with nightmares and constant paranoia, I became of age. 18 years old and I was finally named heir to the Western Realm. It was a horrible experience.

 

I wasn't able to keep the sake, served at the banquet, down and I was forced to retch in front of SO many lord's and their lady's. I retired to my rooms early and was just falling within my bed, when a soft footstep was heard out on the balcony. I slowly stood up and stumbled, while leaning hand against the wall, as to hold myself up due to my dizziness, to the balcony doors.

 

"Sesshoumaru…" Came the whisper. I whirled around in a circle trying to find the person mocking me with their sinister tricks.

 

I finally concluded that it was just the wind. I was shaking my head and closing my eyes, to will the nausea away, when a soft petal touch on my elbow, igniting goose pimples all over my body.

 

"Sesshoumaru…" Came the whisper once more, only it was right behind me.

 

I knew who it was. Why was she here? Was she here to pity me? To laugh at me for being pathetic enough to fall under her 'cursed' spell?

 

I found myself being turned around, so I was facing her. I refused to make eye contact---I WOULD NOT subject myself to her 'witchcraft' once again.

 

She was cupping my face with her feathery palms and I just couldn't look away. I cupped her face in return and admired at how much she hadn't changed in the 2 years were apart.

 

Then I felt the sudden rage infiltrate my being.

 

I wanted to shake her, yell at her, demand to know why she'd left that night. But I resorted to kissing her instead. Her electric blues eyes, shining in the moonlight, slipped closed and allowed our lips to join in a feverish tussle.

 

I wanted to touch her again…to taste her sweetness…I wanted to hear her gasp my name as she arched beneath me. I wanted to feel my hips heave heavily down and into hers.

 

I wanted to feel her shudder around me, milking me of my essence.

 

I 'needed' her 'essence'. Her cursed essence.

 

We tumbled back into my bedroom and fell onto the bed. I wasn't gentle with her. I tore at her clothing and bit her skin. She didn't fight me. She somehow knew I would be this way…

 

I could feel my blood burning like venom in my body---demanding that I take her. She gasped when I cupped her overly large bosom, once they were free of her now torn silk gown.

 

I'd roughly spread her legs apart and was inside of her without warning. She gripped the hair at the back of my head tightly and gasped into my neck. I was rough---I was painful---I didn't stop. I'd wanted this for too long.

 

I soon felt it; the burning in my loins. I relished it all as my hips heaved heavily into hers. I was gripping the futon so tightly in my hands that I was tearing the padding out from within, as I jerked in and out of her.

 

I did it…I climaxed in a tumultuous avalanche, my seed filling her deeply. She then shudder around me…milking me dry.

 

I collapsed on top of her---not really caring that I might be hurting her. I was breathing heavily, my chest heaving into hers, when I felt something warm and wet trickle down onto my nose. I jerked my eyes open and found myself licking my lips at the sight of her lactating breasts.

 

Without thinking of anything, I leaned down and sucked hard. I wanted to cry out in joy as the missed feeling of her milky essence slipping down my throat; it did just that.

 

She was moaning and gasping and running her hands through my silver tresses as I dined on her. I finished the first breast and was onto the second one within seconds.

 

She arched into me and I groaned, some milk escaping my lips and running down her breasts and onto the futon.

 

I could feel my entire body burning. I was on fire. I needed more. I waited 2 years for this and I wasn't about to pass a drop of it up.

 

I didn't know when I'd fallen asleep, but when I awoke the next morning…I was once again alone.

 

 

 

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Was it all a dream?!

 

Dammit! Stay in one place Kagome!

 

 

 

Thank you so much for the encouraging reviews! I never thought I'd get so many! Thank you! I woke up this morning and was suddenly without my plague of BRAIN FARTS! BANZAI!

 

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