InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Love Affair ❯ Chapter 1

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Rating: M -for sexual content and strong language. ADULT'S ONLY.

Without Further Ado:

Chapter 1

Hazel eyes lingered on the curved length of his current lover. Auburn brown hair fell in a mix of waves and curls to her thin waistline, chocolate eyes peering lustfully upward through full black lashes. Her large breasts were nearly spilling from the tight corset she wore, while leather pants encased her toned legs and shapely ass. A sly cat-like grin pulled at her pink lips, sultry purrs rolling from her tongue, her fingers sliding up his shirt.

A growly sound rumbling through his chest as the succubus used her power to amplify his already growing sexual energy. Her lips found his in a needy kiss, both their mouths moving hungrily against the other. Hands pulled at the other's clothes, hunger now pushing them towards full primal desires.

Chocolate eyes flashed neon blue, she was feeding on him, as for their agreement this was normal. He gave himself to her gifted pleasure, giving her his body to enjoy and energy to feed on. But that's where it stopped, he enjoyed her, everything about her drew him farther into her embrace. She was naive, and yet so wickedly skilled.

A breathy moan escaped his throat, her lips and hands working over his body with practiced ease. This game had been going on for two months now, it left him drained, even weak at times. But it worked to keep her close to the Light, but more importantly, it kept Bo close to Trick. As a good soldier, it was his duty to do as his King required, even if in a roundabout way.

His eyes closed as they moved against one another, their limbs intertwined in a passionate dance. Although he gave his body to the succubus, his mind and heart called to another long since out of his reach. Death separated them at this point, though he never witnessed her death she had been human, and it had been 500 years ago when he mated her. Usually a wolf could mate again after such a length of time, but still, his soul cried for her, weeping as he took other lovers in his search to fill the void left by her absence.

Pleasurable tremors rocked his spine before coiling in his abdomen. A shutter slipped through, and he gave in to the moment of bliss before agony took its place bringing with it shame. He wanted to search out his mate, to grovel at her feet and plead for her forgiveness, to take any punishment she saw fit anything but this pain in his soul.

"Thanks," Bo purred, her sultry voice flowing forth with a content edge. "So will it always feel like that?" He could hear the grin in her voice.

He forced a grin before peering at her through heavy lids. "Want to test it?" He teased, a stab of pain piercing his heart. It was normal, but that didn't make it any less painful as he fought the urge to wince.

She perked up, sexual energy flowing forth in warm pulses before settling against his hot skin. "Most definitely," she purred, placing a hot kiss to his mouth awakening his desire once more. "But I promised to meet Kenzi at the Dal,"

"Another time?" He grinned.

A purr met his ears. "Yes~" Bo kissed him again with the same hunger, her pearly teeth nipping his lip.

He chuckled before relieving himself of her sheets in favor of finding his clothes. The jeans were easy enough to find as he never wore underwear, next was the light blue shirt and leather vest.

Over his shoulder, he could see Bo had changed but stuck close to her standard black on black leather. It was an erotic sight, the leather encasing her like a second skin. And though he found her attractive, another bang of pain radiated through his body had him quickly looking away.

The feeling of betrayal hanging over his shoulders like a dark shadow.

'Forgive me,' the thought rang out as a whimper, his heart clenched painfully at the thought of his mate. He could picture her, in all her elegance and purity, and clumsy antics. Long waves of raven hair framing a heart-shaped face, innocently large eyes of every changing sapphire, a button nose, and pouty pink lips.

His phone buzzed pulling him from his daydreaming. Gazing at the message it read: Hale: Dude! I'm in serious need of my wingman tonight! Of course, he didn't say it, but that meant drinking at the Dal on another Friday night. Not that he minded, he enjoyed his time with the siren as it offered him a distraction.

He chuckled. "Seems I'll be making my way to the Dal as well tonight,"

"I'll see you there then," Bo hummed before kissing his lips.

He almost whined at the touch, without her added succubus pleasure the pain is nearly unbearable. Before Bo he had had very few lovers, the pain at times would become so crippling; he would have to leave more times than not in shame leaving them wantonly and unsatisfied.

"See you later," he grinned back before leaving quickly. Once outside the shape-shifting wolf mounted his bike riding to his apartment to shower. The longer he could smell the remnant of sex lingering on his skin the guiltier he felt. He rode in pained silence, his thoughts going to his mate. It was a brief mating, far too brief, and it haunted him that he failed his mate. She disappeared the morning of their joining, his heart and soul forever hers, yet she had gone to battle without him.

He had found her party of companions in the remanence of a battlefield, their shocked expressions striking fear in his heart. The one who had promised to protect her just stood in silence; his head hung down in shame.

"Where is she?!" He roared, fangs bared as he grabbed his red haori.

"She's gone," he whispered, a sad knowing tone. Silver bangs fell into dull honey gold eyes, puppy ears flat against his skull.

"Gone? How can she be gone!?" He yelled throwing the half-demon to the ground. "You said you could protect her!"

"Dyson! Stop!" The cry came from behind, looking the shape-shifting Fae came face to face with a crying fox kit. The small copper haired boy looked up with teary jade eyes. "She's gone,"

Tears stung his eyes, growls erupting through his chest. Pain flared in his soul, cutting at his heart. Against his will his body shuttered, shedding his human skin. Once freed a mournful howl cut through the air.

Dyson hissed as the scolding water touched his skin, the heat working to ease the tension in his heavy limbs. Leaning against the wall he welcomed the coldness it brought, the shower beating at his back and mist filling the small space weight down the air to the point it was hard to breathe. Scrubbing at his skin he worked to wash away any trace of Bo, the longer he left it, the more painful the shame.

No matter how he tried to justify moving on or taking a lover, the pain persisted growing worse till there were times he was left unable to stand or move. She was human, humans die, sometimes within the blink of an eye, and it had been 500 years. Several lifetimes separated them, but the heartache remained. His wolf pleaded he searched out their mate, that somewhere she lived and was searching for them. It was impossible.

He sighed.

Dyson had not handled her death well; he still was mourning for her. But when her companions talked of her, talked of her simply being gone while they stood alive, tore at his soul. He could feel her absence, and it almost drove him insane, the years he spent running from her memory hoping to forget the girl he had loved so deeply and truly. If he had stayed, he could have done her memory proud, take care of her son instead of leaving him to her friends to raise.

Dyson shook his head; he had been young, he still felt young as he had never searched out the kitsune, too afraid to come face to face with his failure. He had failed his mate in protecting her as well as caring for her and her kit.

Ending the shower, Dyson grimaced at the smell of the clothes he'd worn earlier. They reeked of Bo, of sex, and of shame. For a moment he thought of burning them but instead walked to his closet. Pulling on a pair of dark jeans, a cobalt shirt with a black leather vest he was ready to leave for the bar. Hazel eyes lingering on the leather band he wore around his left wrist, but he saw what lay underneath against his skin. He could see the small, almost invisible mark, her blunt teeth having broken his skin in their mating leaving a pale pink crescent.

Hazel eyes gleamed heated, taking in the nude sight of his chosen female. Beams of silver moonlight glistened against her slick skin. Wanton eyes of sapphire meeting his own, a coy smile beckoning him to join her bath.

Shedding his fur and armor, he all but dove into the heated spring, his arms snaking around her petite body, pulling her flush against him. Dipping his head, his lips met the junction of her neck, lathering the skin in affectionate kisses. Only when alone did he allow himself the pleasure of touching her, outside of these moments he maintained his wolf-shape, the shape he had first met his woman five months earlier in.

"Dyson," his name left her lips in a breathy whisper, tickling his ear with her silent plea. Her hands ghosting up his bicep with blunt nails lightly digging into his muscle.

"Yes, Ka-go-me?" he whispered heartedly against her neck, stressing her name. A shutter rolled down her spine making him grin, she loved his voice, but more importantly, he loved what it did to her.

Her naturally sweet scent, what had originally lured him in, of vanilla and raspberries, now had the added scent of spiced honey. His eyes darkened hungrily. She was aroused.

"I want you," there was an innocence to her statement, an edge of unease and fear.

He looked down to see the heat in her cheeks and eyes. The double meaning of what she said settling over them.

Caressing her cheek, he cradled her face in his hands whilst studying her large eyes and the rampant stream of emotions that played within those cool sapphire depths. "Wolves mate for life," he warned. "Once you agree, I will never let you go," a swell of possessiveness arose at his disclaimer, his mind going to the hanyou. "You will become mine just as I am yours,"

His heart hammered. Dyson meant it; his heart already belonged to her, the love meant only for a mate had been gifted to her before he'd realized it. There was no other at this point, only her, his soul and heart belonging solely to the small priestess.

Her arms fell to his waist, hugging him tightly. Her eyes bright as she whispered "I'm yours,"

His lips were on hers hungrily, like he were a starved man, his long fingers finding their way into her raven hair while his other sneaked down the length of her body, bringing forth a meow of pleasure with a curl of his fingers in her slick heat.

"I won't stop till all of you is mine," he growled against her throat, a shuddering breath meeting his greedy ears. He would be the only one to ever hear such pleasing sounds, the only one to bring her such pleasure with his voice and body.

Kagome nodded, her arms around his shoulders and nails dug into the flesh of his back. Her legs wrapping around his hips taking him into her with a shared moan.

Leaning into her, Dyson basked in the bliss that was them, being with her was like coming home. She was his home, for whatever time they had together, he'd spend it worshipping her, ensuring she never doubted his love, and so he could live without regret.

Holding her hips he slowly pulled out, hissing as her body worked to pull him back in. Thrusting back in they moaned together, each time he repeated the action her response came easier, and body grew lax. Cradling her body into his he kissed her, conveying his love and admiration to the woman beneath him.

Breaking free once he needed air he growled as she rolled her hips. He was nearing his release, but he wished to take her in a different position before doing so.

"I want you from behind," he whispered huskily into her ear. She shuttered but nodded.

Withdrawing from her warmth, they both hissed at the loss. Turning within the circle of his arms Kagome leaned her chest on the slanted rock behind them, her ass now above the water.

A wanton growl escaped his chest at seeing his woman present herself to him.

Holding her by the waist, his body shadowed hers. Once again he entered her, both moaning at the feeling.

She cried out with every new thrust, her back bowing and shaking within his arms. His left hand caressed her breast, tweaking her nipple, almost chuckling at the moan he received. But he would not give in to his own release till gifting her one.

She sighed with a moan taking its place as his hand trailed farther down, finding a bundle of nerves that with the slightest touch had her crying out to the sky.

Pleasurable tremors rocked his spine, his teeth aching as they lengthened. For a moment all he felt was white heat, his mind blank as he gave into his instinctual desire.

Blinking he quickly came back to himself, his shuttering mate clamped down around his still aroused dick. The smell of his and her blood confusing him before noticing he had sunk his fangs into the shoulder of his mate while she had bit down on his exposed wrist.

Licking at her shoulder, he whined low, trying to show his sorrow for harming her. He hadn't meant to, but at the same time, she had yet to release his wrist.

"Kagome?" He whispered low, nuzzling her hair.

She was breathing heavy before falling into the rock, her body going slack. "I-I'm fine," came her pleased sigh.

His arms wrapped around her pulling her with him to deeper water. "Let us finish your bath," he chuckled.