InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Lust ❯ Chapter 1

Lust
A/N: I do not own Inuyasha and company nor do I make any monetary gains from this story. That right belongs solely to Rumiko Takahashi, Vis, and Sunrise.

The bar was crowded more so than any other night and you sat on your favorite perch. Everywhere you looked bodies was pressed together. Hips were gyrating. It was sex. Plain and simple. Lust filled your nostrils as horny men found scantily clad women who found the desirable. Yet unbeknownst to them they would leave the smoke filled bar with a heat burning in their stomachs, and a painful almost unbearable tug in their jeans.

You on the other hand were not leaving until you had your fill, your sweet release. You raise your beer to your lips, as your eyes scan the throngs of people you seek out your next victim. A familiar pull in your jeans demands your attention and you can’t help but comply. Any other time you would be forced to use what god gave you.

Aches turned to agony as you try to ignore your incredibly stiff erection. Cursing the female species for their ability to tease you, only to leave you hungry for more, you want to touch yourself. However, it was times like these that nothing could match the feel of a woman’s slick walls around the most sensitive part of your body.

Even rosy palm and her five sisters coated in a warming lube could not fully ease the want of a dripping pussy contracting around your throbbing cock.

You close your eyes to will away the persistent want. The music drums in your head and your ears twitch with every beat. It drives you, leads your mind from your desires and smoothes your nerves. Slowly you bring the bottle of beer to your lips and take a long slow swig, opening your eyes you spot her.

Standing at the far end of the bar dressed in black halter-top with small rhinestones around the bust. The red mini skirt showed just enough of her long, lean legs and your mouth watered. The thought of those said legs wrapped around your hips. Slowly your eyes travel down her thighs and stop at the top of the black, knee-high boots. You swallow thickly.

Sitting the now empty beer bottle on the counter you get to your feet and watch the vixen a few feet away. Is she alone? Does she have a boyfriend? Those questions repeat themselves over and over, as you eye her shapely derriere. So young, so naive.

Moving cautiously you slowly make your way to her. As you closed the gap, her chocolate eyes locked onto your amber ones. You see feral lust deep in her soul and you think the gods for gracing his beauty to you this lonely night.

There was no formalities, no name exchange as you grab her wrist and lead her away from the overcrowded bar and take her to a more private place. She was all for it. Following you like a leader with no qualms, no restraint, just lust. She wanted you just as much as you wanted her, and tonight you were going to make you scream your name into the heavens.

You opened the door and peeked in to make sure you were alone. The coast was clear. Slipping further inside the well-lit room, you push her against the far wall, press your hard body to hers, and claim her lips.

Her soft throaty moans fed your desire and your hands travel across her bare midriff, over her top and stop at her full breasts. Cupping one in your hand, you break the kiss to nip and suck on the sweet skin of her jaw, neck, only stopping to pay homage to the sensitive flesh of her collarbone.

The sweet smell of her arousal fills the room and you press your hardened cock into her stomach. She wants this, as do you. Removing the hand by her head and lowering it to play with the silky smooth skin of her thigh. Daring a bold move, you slowly slide it toward her wet pussy. She shutters with anticipation. But you are not done yet. You want her to beg you for release. You want her to tell you what she wants. Then you get your answer. She whimpers as your fingers light touch her wet panties.

How much more can you take? Can you hold back long enough to fulfill your own needs as well as hers? Your head begins to swim with raw lust and you have to have her. Giving in to all things evil, you slide her panties to the side and slip two expert fingers into her dripping channel.

She moans softly under the intrusion and you pull your lips away from her sweet flesh to watch as you give her the pleasure she craves. Eyes screwed tightly shut, lips slightly parted. It was a beautiful sight! Finally she speaks. She tells you to “Fuck her.”

A smirk forms on your lips. You intended to do just that. You set her back on the floor so you can open the fly of you jeans. Relief! Gripping her once again by the waist, you lift her up just enough for you to enter. However, you take your time and resume your previous torture of kissing the bare flesh of her neck, jaw, and shoulders. Again, she begs and now you are ready to give.

Sliding her panties to the side, you slowly push past her swollen lips and enter her hot, wet cunt.

Her sweet kisses gave you fuel to slow and prolong the enchantment of sex. The gratification you longed to accomplish is pushed to the back burner, and a need to pleasure her replaces it. You slow to a shallow rhythm and watch as her face contorts to that of ecstasy and frustration.

She’s begging you to make her cum. But you can’t just yet. You want her to remember how good you made her feel. You want to build the orgasm as much as you can so when she explodes, and her sweet nectar is coating your cock, the moment will etch itself into her mind. So much so that you will be all she remembers when she fucks the next guy. Of course, he won’t compare to you. Her lips will mouth your name as he pounds her. A scream of pleasure brings you out of your musings, and you follow a few thrusts later.

You pull yourself away from her, eye your handiwork, and smirk. A since of pride fills your chest. You did this. However, your job’s not done. Taking a brief moment to decide what you want, you lower yourself so you are at eye level with her delectable pussy. A quick sniff. While holding the offending fabric of her panties out of your way, you tenderly lap at your mingled juices. She gasps and squirms at the unexpected touch.

A small moan escapes her perfect lips and you smile. You know what you are doing. She is now yours.

After a sensual clean up you dress and wait for her to do the same. Flashing her a sexy smile you exit the stall and make your way out of the crowded club smiling triumphantly. You know she will come. Therefore, you wait.

A few minutes later, you spot her coming at you like a hunter after its prey. Her lean legs carried her to you without trepidation. If only she knew that, she is the prey and you have already consumed her life essence, but you decide to let her have the moment to think otherwise.

A small-fulfilled smile graces her lips. You return the smile and offer your hand in hopes of more. More of what you are not sure, but whatever she has to offer will be more than enough to keep you sated.

A soft exhale of satisfaction passes through her lips and you are thrust back to the stall. You think about the memory, the special moment you two just created.

Pulling her petite body to yours and whisper: “I am the only one…” taking a deep breath you gaze into her chocolate eyes and swallow thickly. “… That gets the pleasure of fucking you like that.” Your words are sharp and you see her ponder your command.

“You are my only one, Inuyasha.” she smiles. “But do you think that the next time we reenact a fantasy of yours, you can pick a cleaner place?”

You laugh and then pull her into a searing kiss. “Anything for you my koi, my Kagome.”

~fin