InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Longing ❯ Chapter 1

Inuyasha Fanfic

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

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Longing
By: Chiruken

Soft, ruby red lips curved enticingly upwards into a gentle smile, coaxing him, encouraging him. He longed to touch those lips, to feel them beneath his own, opening to him in welcome. He wanted to feel the petal softness, taste the honey coating them…surely that's what made them glisten so. He wanted to touch the silky soft hair flowing in dark waves over her shoulders, inhale the fragrance drifting from the strands, calling to him, begging for his touch.

He longed to pull her unresisting body against his, feel her soft curves pressed against the hard planes of his own body. He wanted to run his hands over her, teasing, caressing, urging her to respond to his touch and his alone. Why did she tease him so? So close he could feel the warmth of her body next to his, yet impossible to touch, her purity part of her appeal.

He drew away, putting some much needed distance between them, needing to regain his control. If he stayed, he would act upon his desires and take without asking, consequences be damned. Her gaze followed him as he retreated, questioning, confused. He couldn't stay, not now, not when her scent beckoned to him, called out to his blood, causing it to heat and boil within his veins.

He retreated into the concealing cover of darkness, watching, always watching as she turned away and gazed into the distance, her perfect profile turned so he could gaze upon her beauty undetected. He closed his eyes, envisioning her without the barrier of distance and clothing separating them, knowing that he was only making it harder for him to resist. It was sweet torment to follow the path his mind was taking him, conjuring her coaxing voice calling out his name in passion, the scent of her arousal strong in the air.

Would her eyes darken with passion? Would her lips part on soft sighs of pleasure? Would she move against him, encouraging him, begging for his touch? Would she caress him with her soft hands? Would she welcome him into her embrace?

He opened his eyes, a soft growl rumbling in his chest. He couldn't stay, not any longer. If he did…he would take her and make her his for all time. He wouldn't do that, not to her. He shook his head and turned his back, stumbling in his haste to get away. He couldn't allow himself to act on his urges. She would hate him for it, he was certain.

He leaned against the rough bark of a large tree, eyes closed tightly as if in pain. He longed for her as he had for no other. His body ached with unfulfilled desire. Too long had he denied his body's strident demands, choosing to ignore the pent up need. He reached down, brushing his fingers against the hardness pressing against the soft material of his clothing another growl of need working its way up his throat.

No longer could he deny that which he needed so much. He pushed the cumbersome material aside and grasped the firmness of his flesh, stroking slowly at first, savoring the sensations. Too long had he gone without the pleasures of the flesh, choosing instead to deny himself and wait for his goddess. He could no longer do so, his control had reached its end.

He increased his pace, biting his lips to hold in the moans of pleasure he was bringing to himself. He tightened his grip, his hips moving against the pressure of his hand, thrusting against his palm as he sought the bliss he body craved. He threw his head back, ignoring the sharp pain of his head connecting with the hard trunk of the tree, breath coming faster as he neared his release.

He opened his eyes, staring into the night, conjuring her image into his mind. His mind's eye raked over her slender form, pausing on the fullness of her breasts. He stilled, his body trembling with the force of his release, feeling his seed spilling from his straining member over his hands and to the ground at his feet. He closed his eyes and moaned her name. “Sango…”