InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Lost Innocence ❯ Innocent: Pain ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Vague86 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.05.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 986 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 07.05.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 986 | Status: Work In Progress
Author's Chapter Notes:
A Few Words
Please note before you read this that this is not gonna be a I love you happily every after love story? Not anything like Eyes of a Hunter This story is about pushing myself as far as I can go in my writing and seeing if I can get readers to respond as well. I know many of you have ask about The Photograph but I do not feel that I am at the point where I could write at the quality continually and you would be disappointed also as it was supposed to be a one shot I just can't see to come up with a plot. Give me time. I believe that if I can succeed at this story then I will be able to write that The Photograph story. Now of course I must ask that you review. Let me know what you liked or didn't like. Thanks. Can't write without the reviews and all that.
Please note before you read this that this is not gonna be a I love you happily every after love story? Not anything like Eyes of a Hunter This story is about pushing myself as far as I can go in my writing and seeing if I can get readers to respond as well. I know many of you have ask about The Photograph but I do not feel that I am at the point where I could write at the quality continually and you would be disappointed also as it was supposed to be a one shot I just can't see to come up with a plot. Give me time. I believe that if I can succeed at this story then I will be able to write that The Photograph story. Now of course I must ask that you review. Let me know what you liked or didn't like. Thanks. Can't write without the reviews and all that.
Lost Innocence
by Vague
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Chapter 2: Pain
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A darkened room, spacious, floors covered in international rugs that caressed the feet with each step. A dresser filled with silken robes, door hanging open as wind from the night rushed in, playing a slow tempting tango with the cloth within. A huge full moon's light slowly crawled upon the floors, stretching into the room as the wind danced a rustling dance with the trees outside. The echoes of their whispers howling outside.
On the bed covered in black silk lay an angel. He was bare chest, sweat-glistening body highlighted by the pale touch of the moon's light. Glowing red eyes peered up into oblivion as a minuscule continuous threatening growl escaped their prison within the male. The covers lay on the floor in a discarded heap as the youkai stretched upon the bed, night pants tented by the cause of his torment. With the slow sensual grace, he drew one leg up, feet gliding on the silken sheets as he attempted to relieve the pressure of the soft fabric against his heated flesh.
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It had been a week since the incident with the Miko no Shikon and since then he had been in a state of perpetual arousal. It had come upon him in shocking instantaneous reaction. The morning after, he had been within a meeting with other youkai lords. His mind had but drifted to what had happened for a second and he felt it. Heat. Sourcing through his body in shuddering clarity of remembered events. He had let out a growl, low, predatory, needy, to the shock of his companions. The meeting had ended then. He had dismissed everyone seeking to calm his raging blood, yet no matter how he tried, nothing happened, he could feel it throughout the entire day. Growing… mounting lust. He needed release.
By evening he had worked himself into a furious frenzy. Banishing the images from his heated mind that first night, he had sworn that he would over come the petty lusts for a mere ningen woman. And with determination riding his back he had pulled the covers over his heated being, suppressing the moan that fought to escape when the soft silks had trailed lovingly over his skin.
Yet the dreams came then. Smoky, sensual, arousing. No release came to him and as he had woken the following day in pain of an arousal he was determined to ignore. It was when he had snapped at Rin and nearly killed one of the other lords on the third day had he realised that he was not going to win.
“What's so wrong about pleasing myself anyway?” It never occurred to him to use any other female as the thought of letting them near him repulsed him and he had already banished thoughts of a certain Miko from his mind. And so come night he retired to his chambers post haste and practically torn his clothing off.
Opening his eyes from the pleasure of bared skin, the youkai lord realised that he was in the dark. Heat caressed his already smouldering skin and with a moan he trailed a clawed hand over his chest. He had not pleasured himself since he was but a pup and he had to talk himself into that final act. So the claws trailed down his body eliciting a pleasured shiver over his naked flesh. Laying his head back against his closed door, he enjoyed the cold touch of the wood on the heated flesh. Pushing the sweat-marred hair from his face, he did it again and nearly came.
But he did not come.
Tiring of the teasing flitting touches, his hands moved down to his pubic hair, grazing against his shaft's base and he hissed out fiercely, his arousal twitching at the intensity of his need. Grasping the tip of his need in firm sweaty hands he tightening his clenched hands to the point where it almost hurt and pushed his hands down, hips thrusting forward. He barely had time to bar his mouth with his free palm before a harsh groan escaped his lips.
Closing his eyes, the youkai prince spread his quivering legs, using the door as support. He pumped back up and with it hot seed came forth. Sinking to his knees he shivered as the torrents of his release coated the carpeted floors. Taking in a much-needed breath, he shivered as his hands inadvertently clenched his still aroused flesh. Looking down in surprise, the red only grew in his eyes, as his beast was not satisfied. Crawling on legs that would not support him, the Taiyoukai, in his sweaty splendour crawled onto his bed hoping that with morning his need would have abated.
The Inuyoukai woke to a throbbing erection on the forth day. He was on his back, early morning birds twittering outside his window as a heat of a promised smouldering day filtered through his room. Covering his eyes, which he knew would show his turmoil, with one palm, the prince took in a deep, starved breath. With a sound of pleasure, he let his sharp claws trail down a muscled stomach, the pain of it intensifying his need to an almost unbearable need. Grasping his erection with trembling hands, he could hardly keep up a steady rhythm before he was shouting his release into the morning.
Trembling upon the bed, the day brightening up the room, the youkai lord, sweaty but hardly spent, fell back into a troubled sleep. He felt ill. His skin hot almost to the point of feverish. Perspiration dotted his entire being as his body struggled to cope with denial of what he really wanted. Awakening a few hours later, Sesshomaru flopped onto his stomach, moaning as his need met the bed covers. With a slight experimental arching of his hips, he felt his vision blur at the intensity of his continually growing need.
He was insatiable.
Fisting his hands into the expensive cloth he arched a bit more forcefully again, his face pressed into the pillow. A Sobbed moan escaped him. It felt so good but it wasn't what his body wanted. Uncaring, he started to push his arousal into the beds, his hips flexing, his butt clenching tightly to capture the pleasure and keep it with him. His breaths coming out in pants, as his glistening body glimmered with his exertion. Trashing on the bed in a frenzy, the youkai prince, in a red haze of lust, sobbed his release. It hurt so much with its intensity.
He didn't understand what was happening to him. On trembling legs, he stepped out of bed realising that his erection wouldn't go away, and with red-rimmed eyes he stepped within his private bath, trusting that his room would be fixed by the time he was out. As he sank into the hot water washing the perspiration off his body as well as the evidence of his release, he contemplated. Ignoring the pleasurable lapping of the hot springs attacked to his room, he tried to come up with a solution to this continuous arousal that did not seem to want to leave.
Nothing came to mind as he had buried the encounter away within his mind so that to never touch it again. “This is insanity. I am Sesshomaru, Taiyoukai Ruler of the Western Lands. I will not succumb anymore to petty lusts.” He promised this to himself and with determination, he cleaned his stiffened flesh, trying to convince himself that he was only spending that amount of time on it because he was part of his daily ritual and not because he felt good.
“Oh Kami…” he moaned as he came in the water, shivering even in the intensity of the heated pond. With a frustrated sigh he said, “After this one last time that is.”
And so for two days he abstained from caressing his need even though his body begged for it. And for two days his blood lust grew causing his staff to scurry from their lord's deadly temper. As with each day his eyes grew a darker red until finally on that fateful night a week after it had all happened he had had to confine himself into his room.
Night crawled by slowly for the heavily panting demon prince, writhing upon his bed, he begged for relieve. Images flashed in his mind.
A certain Miko… running from him in fear, begging him.
A game of cat and mouse.
A woman… human… pleasuring him with her mouth.
Being tied up. Forced to give himself to a woman.
Submit to her.
His arousal grew to a vivid throbbing purple as he thought of that last past and unable to deny it anymore he grabbed his bared arousal, closed his eyes and remembered it all in exquisite detail. He felt his chest heave painfully as her voice rang in his mind.
“Mine! she screamed within his mind and he came forcefully, unlike anything he had ever felt in all his centuries of life. His heart pounded upon his ribcage as everything around him blurred. He could remembered the fading of the red haze as his vision also faded. His body tensed as tremor after tremor travelled violently through his being.
“Kaammiii…” he trailed off as he lost consciousness, his arousal finally lay limp and spent against his stomach.
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On the bed covered in black silk lay an angel. He was bare chest. Sweat-glistening body highlighted by the pale touch of the moon's light. Glowing red eyes peered up into oblivion as a minuscule continuous threatening growl escaped their prison within the male. The covers lay on the floor in a discarded heap as the youkai stretched upon the bed, night pants panted by the cause of his torment. With the slow sensual grace, he drew one leg up, feet gliding on the silken sheets as he attempted to relieve the pressure of the soft fabric against his heated flesh.
This couldn't be he thought in anger. It had been a while after his mind-blowing orgasm. The prince woke up to frissons of heat gliding languidly through his veins. Horror slammed into him as it dawned on him. Getting up from his comfortable bed with ease, the youkai cleaned up his body needing something mundane that would keep the shock at bay.
Soft strong feet touched the cool carpets, the soft fibres caressing and immediately memories flooded his mind. Muscles coiling and uncoiling, he made his way to his dresser, opening the doors, he became aware of the cold metal upon his already heated flesh. Pulling out a clean pair of silken night pants, the naked being arched, firm butt muscles clenched in minute detailing to the body's demands as his legs sank into the pant holes. He could feel the silken brush of the material upon his naked leg and thighs and he trembled.
He was incredibly aware of the world around him. Stretching his body to unkink his muscles, he moaned as he heard the crack of bones going back into place. With the slow pace of a predator, the prince found his way back into the now cool sheets. Memory played through of what had happened and he growled in annoyance as his body reacted to it. A finger of shivers trailed up his arms and stomach as cooled night air played over his skin.
He tried to deny it. But there was no way that he could. Staring up into arched ceiling, he could already feel the beat crouching, waiting to take control. His beast wanted to submit to the human woman again. He, Sesshomaru had enjoyed being taken. He enjoyed the feeling of not being in control. Knowing that he could have taken it away at any moment that he wanted do made the heating pool shoot up straight to his growing erection. Rubbing his cheek against the pillow, the demon lord took in a deep breath of fresh night air mingled with the scent of his previous orgasm.
“There is no way that this Sesshomaru wants to submit to a woman. A human far less,” he denied heatedly even as his body continued to make his claim a lie. Closing his eyes, he took in a deep breath. The action emphasized that pounding beat of his heart as it grew with his growing excitement.
“I will find her tomorrow and I will show her who is in charge,” he promised. His hands trailed down to the flesh already moistening with licking seed. A predatory smile touched his lips even as he relived her previous claiming of him and cried his release in the night.
He would show her which of the two was more dominant…
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by Vague
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Chapter 2: Pain
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A darkened room, spacious, floors covered in international rugs that caressed the feet with each step. A dresser filled with silken robes, door hanging open as wind from the night rushed in, playing a slow tempting tango with the cloth within. A huge full moon's light slowly crawled upon the floors, stretching into the room as the wind danced a rustling dance with the trees outside. The echoes of their whispers howling outside.
On the bed covered in black silk lay an angel. He was bare chest, sweat-glistening body highlighted by the pale touch of the moon's light. Glowing red eyes peered up into oblivion as a minuscule continuous threatening growl escaped their prison within the male. The covers lay on the floor in a discarded heap as the youkai stretched upon the bed, night pants tented by the cause of his torment. With the slow sensual grace, he drew one leg up, feet gliding on the silken sheets as he attempted to relieve the pressure of the soft fabric against his heated flesh.
--------------------
It had been a week since the incident with the Miko no Shikon and since then he had been in a state of perpetual arousal. It had come upon him in shocking instantaneous reaction. The morning after, he had been within a meeting with other youkai lords. His mind had but drifted to what had happened for a second and he felt it. Heat. Sourcing through his body in shuddering clarity of remembered events. He had let out a growl, low, predatory, needy, to the shock of his companions. The meeting had ended then. He had dismissed everyone seeking to calm his raging blood, yet no matter how he tried, nothing happened, he could feel it throughout the entire day. Growing… mounting lust. He needed release.
By evening he had worked himself into a furious frenzy. Banishing the images from his heated mind that first night, he had sworn that he would over come the petty lusts for a mere ningen woman. And with determination riding his back he had pulled the covers over his heated being, suppressing the moan that fought to escape when the soft silks had trailed lovingly over his skin.
Yet the dreams came then. Smoky, sensual, arousing. No release came to him and as he had woken the following day in pain of an arousal he was determined to ignore. It was when he had snapped at Rin and nearly killed one of the other lords on the third day had he realised that he was not going to win.
“What's so wrong about pleasing myself anyway?” It never occurred to him to use any other female as the thought of letting them near him repulsed him and he had already banished thoughts of a certain Miko from his mind. And so come night he retired to his chambers post haste and practically torn his clothing off.
Opening his eyes from the pleasure of bared skin, the youkai lord realised that he was in the dark. Heat caressed his already smouldering skin and with a moan he trailed a clawed hand over his chest. He had not pleasured himself since he was but a pup and he had to talk himself into that final act. So the claws trailed down his body eliciting a pleasured shiver over his naked flesh. Laying his head back against his closed door, he enjoyed the cold touch of the wood on the heated flesh. Pushing the sweat-marred hair from his face, he did it again and nearly came.
But he did not come.
Tiring of the teasing flitting touches, his hands moved down to his pubic hair, grazing against his shaft's base and he hissed out fiercely, his arousal twitching at the intensity of his need. Grasping the tip of his need in firm sweaty hands he tightening his clenched hands to the point where it almost hurt and pushed his hands down, hips thrusting forward. He barely had time to bar his mouth with his free palm before a harsh groan escaped his lips.
Closing his eyes, the youkai prince spread his quivering legs, using the door as support. He pumped back up and with it hot seed came forth. Sinking to his knees he shivered as the torrents of his release coated the carpeted floors. Taking in a much-needed breath, he shivered as his hands inadvertently clenched his still aroused flesh. Looking down in surprise, the red only grew in his eyes, as his beast was not satisfied. Crawling on legs that would not support him, the Taiyoukai, in his sweaty splendour crawled onto his bed hoping that with morning his need would have abated.
The Inuyoukai woke to a throbbing erection on the forth day. He was on his back, early morning birds twittering outside his window as a heat of a promised smouldering day filtered through his room. Covering his eyes, which he knew would show his turmoil, with one palm, the prince took in a deep, starved breath. With a sound of pleasure, he let his sharp claws trail down a muscled stomach, the pain of it intensifying his need to an almost unbearable need. Grasping his erection with trembling hands, he could hardly keep up a steady rhythm before he was shouting his release into the morning.
Trembling upon the bed, the day brightening up the room, the youkai lord, sweaty but hardly spent, fell back into a troubled sleep. He felt ill. His skin hot almost to the point of feverish. Perspiration dotted his entire being as his body struggled to cope with denial of what he really wanted. Awakening a few hours later, Sesshomaru flopped onto his stomach, moaning as his need met the bed covers. With a slight experimental arching of his hips, he felt his vision blur at the intensity of his continually growing need.
He was insatiable.
Fisting his hands into the expensive cloth he arched a bit more forcefully again, his face pressed into the pillow. A Sobbed moan escaped him. It felt so good but it wasn't what his body wanted. Uncaring, he started to push his arousal into the beds, his hips flexing, his butt clenching tightly to capture the pleasure and keep it with him. His breaths coming out in pants, as his glistening body glimmered with his exertion. Trashing on the bed in a frenzy, the youkai prince, in a red haze of lust, sobbed his release. It hurt so much with its intensity.
He didn't understand what was happening to him. On trembling legs, he stepped out of bed realising that his erection wouldn't go away, and with red-rimmed eyes he stepped within his private bath, trusting that his room would be fixed by the time he was out. As he sank into the hot water washing the perspiration off his body as well as the evidence of his release, he contemplated. Ignoring the pleasurable lapping of the hot springs attacked to his room, he tried to come up with a solution to this continuous arousal that did not seem to want to leave.
Nothing came to mind as he had buried the encounter away within his mind so that to never touch it again. “This is insanity. I am Sesshomaru, Taiyoukai Ruler of the Western Lands. I will not succumb anymore to petty lusts.” He promised this to himself and with determination, he cleaned his stiffened flesh, trying to convince himself that he was only spending that amount of time on it because he was part of his daily ritual and not because he felt good.
“Oh Kami…” he moaned as he came in the water, shivering even in the intensity of the heated pond. With a frustrated sigh he said, “After this one last time that is.”
And so for two days he abstained from caressing his need even though his body begged for it. And for two days his blood lust grew causing his staff to scurry from their lord's deadly temper. As with each day his eyes grew a darker red until finally on that fateful night a week after it had all happened he had had to confine himself into his room.
Night crawled by slowly for the heavily panting demon prince, writhing upon his bed, he begged for relieve. Images flashed in his mind.
A certain Miko… running from him in fear, begging him.
A game of cat and mouse.
A woman… human… pleasuring him with her mouth.
Being tied up. Forced to give himself to a woman.
Submit to her.
His arousal grew to a vivid throbbing purple as he thought of that last past and unable to deny it anymore he grabbed his bared arousal, closed his eyes and remembered it all in exquisite detail. He felt his chest heave painfully as her voice rang in his mind.
“Mine! she screamed within his mind and he came forcefully, unlike anything he had ever felt in all his centuries of life. His heart pounded upon his ribcage as everything around him blurred. He could remembered the fading of the red haze as his vision also faded. His body tensed as tremor after tremor travelled violently through his being.
“Kaammiii…” he trailed off as he lost consciousness, his arousal finally lay limp and spent against his stomach.
--------------------
On the bed covered in black silk lay an angel. He was bare chest. Sweat-glistening body highlighted by the pale touch of the moon's light. Glowing red eyes peered up into oblivion as a minuscule continuous threatening growl escaped their prison within the male. The covers lay on the floor in a discarded heap as the youkai stretched upon the bed, night pants panted by the cause of his torment. With the slow sensual grace, he drew one leg up, feet gliding on the silken sheets as he attempted to relieve the pressure of the soft fabric against his heated flesh.
This couldn't be he thought in anger. It had been a while after his mind-blowing orgasm. The prince woke up to frissons of heat gliding languidly through his veins. Horror slammed into him as it dawned on him. Getting up from his comfortable bed with ease, the youkai cleaned up his body needing something mundane that would keep the shock at bay.
Soft strong feet touched the cool carpets, the soft fibres caressing and immediately memories flooded his mind. Muscles coiling and uncoiling, he made his way to his dresser, opening the doors, he became aware of the cold metal upon his already heated flesh. Pulling out a clean pair of silken night pants, the naked being arched, firm butt muscles clenched in minute detailing to the body's demands as his legs sank into the pant holes. He could feel the silken brush of the material upon his naked leg and thighs and he trembled.
He was incredibly aware of the world around him. Stretching his body to unkink his muscles, he moaned as he heard the crack of bones going back into place. With the slow pace of a predator, the prince found his way back into the now cool sheets. Memory played through of what had happened and he growled in annoyance as his body reacted to it. A finger of shivers trailed up his arms and stomach as cooled night air played over his skin.
He tried to deny it. But there was no way that he could. Staring up into arched ceiling, he could already feel the beat crouching, waiting to take control. His beast wanted to submit to the human woman again. He, Sesshomaru had enjoyed being taken. He enjoyed the feeling of not being in control. Knowing that he could have taken it away at any moment that he wanted do made the heating pool shoot up straight to his growing erection. Rubbing his cheek against the pillow, the demon lord took in a deep breath of fresh night air mingled with the scent of his previous orgasm.
“There is no way that this Sesshomaru wants to submit to a woman. A human far less,” he denied heatedly even as his body continued to make his claim a lie. Closing his eyes, he took in a deep breath. The action emphasized that pounding beat of his heart as it grew with his growing excitement.
“I will find her tomorrow and I will show her who is in charge,” he promised. His hands trailed down to the flesh already moistening with licking seed. A predatory smile touched his lips even as he relived her previous claiming of him and cried his release in the night.
He would show her which of the two was more dominant…
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