InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ My Succubus Girlfriend ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any characters associated with it. This story is rated for a mature audience.

 

Citrus warning

 

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He felt most alive when he was running. His lungs felt as though they were on fire as he gasped for air. His feet briefly touched the track below him before he swung them forward in a desperate attempt to go faster still. When he was in his zone, nothing mattered. The world narrowed into a single, straight path to a victory he endlessly sought after.

 

Crossing the finish line, he slowed to a stop, walking off of the track and onto the grass beside. Bending over, he gasped for breath as sweat rolled down his face to drip on the grass below.

 

“Good time Inuyasha,” a female voice said behind him. Looking over his shoulder, he nodded his thanks to his coach, Susan Grey. “Keep up this pace and training, the nationals won't be impossible.”

 

“Thank you,” he said as he caught his breath, straightening. He took the offered water bottle and took a drink of the warm liquid. “You really think the nationals are possible?”

 

“Of course!” she said with a warm smile. “In weeks, you've already shortened your time by a second. Competitions start in a month, so we have more than enough time to fine-tune things. So long as you don't push yourself too hard and get injured, you have more than a good chance at making it.”

 

Inuyasha felt an excited rush wash over him. Nationals! Me! I can't believe it! It was a dream he was beginning to think would never come true as his high school life came steadily closer to an end. This was his last chance. Failure now was permanent.

 

“By the way,” Susan said as she looked past him, “that guy is here again. He's being quite persistent in seeing you.”

 

Looking over his shoulder, Inuyasha saw his friend Miroku jumping in the air next to the chain-link fence, waving his arms wildly in the air. Sighing, Inuyasha shook his head as he looked back at his coach. “Sorry, I promised him I would go somewhere with him after practice today. He doesn't seem to get the `after practice' part.”

 

Susan smiled. “Well why don't you go early? You've been working hard for a long time now and you need to rest. Pushing yourself now will hurt you more than help.” Reluctantly, he nodded.

 

“I guess….”

 

“Good, now get going! I'll see you tomorrow.”

 

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“Dude, what took you so long!?” Miroku asked as soon as Inuyasha got within earshot.

 

“I told you I would go after practice,” Inuyasha said, wiping his face off with a towel. Honestly, he had hoped Miroku would have forgotten about it. Fat chance, the guy is obsessed with this stuff… Inuyasha really didn't understand how he was friends with the guy. Miroku was interested in two things, the occult and girls. But the two had been friends since childhood, and Inuyasha had never felt any real desire to hang out with other people. Besides… some of the stuff is actually pretty interesting. I just can't let Miroku know.

 

“Yeah, that was thirty minutes ago!”

 

“Practice usually lasts two or three hours.”

 

“Less talking, more walking.”

 

“Can't I take a shower first?” For a second, it looked as though Miroku would say `no.'

 

“Fine, but make it fast. I heard this place was super cool!”

 

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What Miroku considered `super cool' was based in a different world than Inuyasha was used too. The small shop was spooky as hell. Dark, dingy and hidden from view, Inuyasha felt more like he was walking into a serial killers house than a store. As they entered the store, the wooden floor creaked below them.

 

“Cool…” Miroku said in awe as he looked around at the shelves stuffed with books, bottles and other trinkets.

 

“Not the word I was going to use,” Inuyasha said, looking around as well. The place had a musty smell to it. Even worse was the fact that Inuyasha couldn't see anyone working there as the counter was empty.

 

“Ooh! Is that Dragon Tooth Powder?” Miroku gleefully exclaimed before rushing off into the maze of shelves.

 

“Miroku—” Inuyasha turned to see his friend disappear into the store. Sighing, he slowly wandered off after him. This place is creepy… he thought as he brushed off a dusty glass container. Inside was a weird green liquid with something tan floating inside it. And disgustingly dirty. His room was cleaner than this place, and that was saying something. Peeling his focus away from the jar, he continued after Miroku.

 

“Hey, Miroku,” he whispered softly, moving deeper into the store. There wasn't a real need for him to be so quiet, but he just felt like being silent. It was almost as if a loud noise would spook something dangerous inside. Of all the times for him to just wander off…

 

He turned the corner to find only more stuff waiting him. Just how big is this shop? From the amount of stuff he had seen so far, it was larger than he had given the place credit for. Worse still was the fact that everything seemed haphazardly thrown together. There was no apparent organization or prices for that matter.

 

“Come on Miroku, let's go,” he whispered into the seemingly empty store. He was just about to head back the way he came when something caught his eye. Drawn to the black box, he slowly waded through the junk littered on the floor until it was within arm reach. Stretching, he plucked the box from its resting spot. Looking it over, he brushed the white dust from it. It was made from a heavy wood with ornate engravings carved into it. Opening it, he found a weird necklace resting inside a bed of red felt material. Staring at it, it felt oddly—

 

“Interesting isn't it?” an unknown voice asked behind him. Jumping, he snapped the lid shut as he spun around to face the intruder. A bemused smile formed on the woman's face. “I'm sorry; I didn't mean to scare you.”

 

“No—you didn't,” he muttered back, his heart still pounding against his chest. Holy shit, I nearly screamed out loud. Just thinking about how close he had been brought a faint heat to his cheeks. He took the momentary silence to glance over the woman. Even in the dim light, he knew she was a beauty. Not the type you turned your head at when passing on the street, the type you turned and chased down. It disturbed him on a mental level. Physically, he knew that if she commanded it, he would ravage her right here and now without a second thought. But mentally, he knew that she had to be at least in her late thirties. What stood before him now was the ultimate MILF and he wasn't too fond of the thoughts that were running through his head. She tilted her head to the side as she watched him, her short black hair bouncing slightly. Her smile widened slightly as the silence extended, as if knowing just what thoughts were running through his head—and enjoyed them.

 

“I—uh—” he started, looking away suddenly. Oh God… this is incredibly awkward. He didn't want to look at her, but at the same time, the urge nagged at him.

 

“That's an ancient love necklace used a civilization much like the Aztecs. It's said that the priests worshiping the goddess of love wore them.” She smiled. “It was believed that the necklace held the power to seduce any woman the wearer desired.”

 

Inuyasha looked down that the closed box. It certainly had the look of being old, but as old as the Aztecs? No way, besides, stuff like that doesn't exist. But what if it did? He couldn't help but feel a hopeful desire that the woman spoke the truth. If I only had something like that… Truth be told, he had always had trouble with girls. He had the looks but lacked the social components needed to get in the good graces of any girls worth looking at. It didn't help that he was always linked with Miroku, whose weird obsessions were a permanent stigma that destroyed all of Inuyasha's rep as a rising track star. The last thing he wanted to do was enter the college world as a virgin, which was appearing more likely with each passing day. It was almost to the point where he was desperate enough to try anything.

 

“Of course, I don't expect you to believe something like that,” she continued, bringing his attention back to her. He looked up from the box, lustful thoughts returning.

 

“Does it really work?” he asked, surprising himself.

 

“That really depends…” she said in a teasing voice.

 

“On?” he pressed.

 

“The person wearing it,” she said with a smile. He gave her a confused look, prompting her to continue. “In the legends, it was said that only certain people could be priests and that they were chosen by the gods at birth.”

 

“I see,” he said, unable to keep the disappointment from his voice. There is always a catch, he thought as he looked down at the box again. It was a pretty box at least.

 

She gave him an amused look. “Women trouble?”

 

“Eh?” he squeaked, surprised by her sudden blunt statement.

 

“I don't mean to be rude… but you have the look of a virgin,” she whispered, leaning closer to him as she spoke.

 

“I—well—huh?” He wasn't quite sure what to say, or even if he could speak at all. Leaning forward had brought his gaze down to where her shirt fell open. The cleavage was far from being obscene, but that didn't seem to matter for someone like her. Just the little bit of skin combined with the smooth tone of her voice was more than enough to cause an uncomfortable stiffness in his pants.

 

“It's fine—there's nothing to be ashamed of!” she said quickly, straightening. “I'll tell you what,” she looked around as she spoke, “how about I let you have that?”

 

“I—I couldn't!”

 

“Nonsense!” she said quickly waving his concern aside. “If it helps you out, I've done a good deed, if not, then you didn't waste any money. A win-win situation, no?”

 

Inuyasha thought about it, shifting nervously in place.”I guess so…”

 

“Great!” the woman said, pressing her hands together. Her expression turned to concern. “Now where did your friend wander off too?” Without another word, she moved off past him deeper into the store. Inuyasha's eyes followed her until she disappeared around the piles of junk. Looking down, he bit his lower lip as he eyed the box. I guess it won't hurt to try.

 

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Inuyasha's apartment was tiny, consisting of only a main room, half-kitchen and a bathroom. With his small mattress, TV, table and clothes, there was little room to actually move around. Still, he didn't complain as it was his and his alone. Technically, he wasn't allowed to be living alone but after his parent's deaths, he declared independence. It had been a fight convincing the school he was fine, but after a couple months of track and keeping his grades up, they eventually gave in. There was a small amount of fortune in his life however. His parents had a decent amount of investments that was willed to him. It wasn't a fortune, but it covered the rent and bills with just enough left over for food and other expenses.

 

Throwing his keys on the small table, he sighed as he collapsed down on the mattress. Holding the box out, he lay on his stomach as he examined the rough wood surface. He could see where the designs were etched into the side and top, but it seemed as if someone had dipped it into black paint. What the shopkeeper told him before leaving still echoed in his head.

 

`In order to sync the necklace to your particular energy, you have to set it beside you bed as you sleep. It should only take a day or two for it to attune itself. According to the lore of the necklace, it will glow radiantly until worn by the person attuned it its energy.'

 

He looked at the box with a doubtful look. “At least it was free…” Setting the box down beside his pillow, he readied himself for sleep.

 

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Inuyasha was surprised to find himself on the beach wearing a red swimsuit. Feet buried in the sand, he looked around the empty beach. To his left, a wave broke against the shoreline, cool water running over his buried feet. A gentle wind fluttered through his platinum hair. He could smell the salty scent of the ocean. Even though everything seemed real, the world he saw looked slightly blurred and off-color.

 

”Impossible,” he said to himself, looking down at his hands. “This is a dream… it has to be.”

 

“Why do you say that?” a voice asked behind him. Jumping in surprise, he looked over his shoulder to find an incredibly beautiful woman standing there. She was wearing a solid red bikini with her legs wrapped in a thin red-tinted cloth. Her long, black, wavy hair was ruffled by the breeze as her amused brown eyes met his. She was the perfect image of what he wanted in a woman.

 

“Where did you come from?” he asked nervously, looking around again. A second ago, he could have sworn he was alone. It was then he realized he couldn't pull his feet from the sand. As much as he tried to lift his feet up, neither would budge. Panic began to set in at his inability to move.

 

She smiled, moving closer to him. Reaching out, she ran a hand along his back near his shoulder. Her skin was soft and the warmth of her hand incredibly comforting. He felt his alarm melt from his mind as she walked around him to face him. He could feel his heart beat rapidly against his chest as she smiled up at him. “Does it really matter?” she asked coyly, her hand running up his chest as she looked him over. “I can leave if you want…”

 

“No,” he whispered quickly in response, losing himself in her seductive movements. Her hands slowly snacked up and around his neck as she pulled herself against him, arms wrapping around the back of his neck. She leaned upwards, her breath against his lips as she approached. The heat caused his lips to tingle.

 

Lips hovering mere inches from his, she whispered to him, her brown eyes flicking up to meet his gaze. A smiled formed. “Good,” her eyes flickered down, as if she was looking at his body. “I would hate to part without getting to know you better…”

 

Without another word, she pressed her lips against his and his world exploded around him.

 

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Waking with a start, Inuyasha shot up in bed, gasping for breath. He was covered in a cold sweat, his heart racing as he struggled to catch his breath. Closing his eyes, he focused on taking deep, long breaths. Holy shit… he thought as the last figments of the dream faded from his mind and the harsh reality of his messy room replaced them. “That was intense…” he muttered with a smile. I only wish a woman like that existed. Sadly, the woman of his dreams would continue to be just that. Pulling the covers off, he noticed something else.

 

“What the fuck…” he groaned looking down at the wet front of his boxers. It had been a long time since he had a wet dream. Sighing, he stood quickly only to stumble back onto the mattress as his strength left him. The world spun around him as his arms fell heavily to his side, his head feeling as if it weighed several tons. Every muscle in his body seemed to ache, even ones he never knew existed. If he hadn't known better, he would have thought he had exercised a week straight without sleep.

 

Eyes closing, he waited for the inevitable sleep to take him only to have the alarm blare loudly beside him. Groaning, he painfully reached out to the box and slapped the snooze button. “A couple more minutes…”

 

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A couple more minutes turned into the first half of the day. By the time he got to school, he had missed the morning classes completely, entering school slightly before lunch. Miroku was waiting for him in their normal spot on the roof.

“Where were you this morning?” he asked as Inuyasha slowly bent down to sit beside him. “I thought you were going to skip the day completely.”

 

“I was asleep,” Inuyasha sighed as he removed the bread roll from its package.

 

“Maybe you should have stayed in bed, you look like shit.”

 

“I feel like it too,” Inuyasha said as he took a bite. “I feel like I got hit by a bus.”

 

“Oh, before I forget,” Miroku said as he reached over for his books. Taking the largest, he set it in his lap.

 

“Where did you get that?” Inuyasha asked, eyeing it in curiosity. It wasn't a normal text book as it could easily fit three or four inside of it. Its cover was jet black and had an ancient look to it.

 

“From the store yesterday,” Miroku said, opening it. “There are so many cool things in here!” Flipping through the pages, he suddenly stopped, his smile widening. “Check this out!” he said as he awkwardly moved the book over to Inuyasha. Looking down, Inuyasha frowned as he looked down at the page.

 

“What is it?”

 

“W-what is it?” Miroku said in disbelief. “What does it look like?”

 

Inuyasha squinted, holding the book up closer. The text was unreadable. From the looks of it, it was most likely Latin or something close to it. What he could make out was a crude drawing of a wolf near center of the two pages. The eyes seemed to be glowing. “Uh-huh. A wolf, truly a fascinating find,” Inuyasha said as he pushed the book back towards Miroku.

 

“Not just any wolf,” Miroku said, rolling his eyes, “a dire wolf!” He eyed Inuyasha suspiciously. “You don't get it, do you?”

 

“I never get you.”

 

Holding the book up proudly, Miroku boasted, “This book holds every demon, witch and mystical creature inside and information about them!” Inuyasha gave him a blank look. “Every one! Come on! You have to be a little excited.”

 

“Wow, you have an ancient fiction book… congrats. How much did you pay for it?”

 

“Six hundred, but that's not the point! This stuff is things no one knows! A one-of-a-kind book of knowledge!”

 

“Really, that storekeeper tell you that?”

 

“You mean the MILF?” Miroku gave a lecherous smile. “Yeah.”

 

“Wow, you believed her?”

 

“Of course!” He eyed Inuyasha apprehensively. “Didn't you get something too?”

 

He shrugged. “Not really. She gave it to me.”

 

“Gave you?”

 

“Yeah. She said I could have it.”

 

“What was it?”

 

Inuyasha shrugged. “Beats me. Some necklace or something like that. I guess it's supposed to give the wearer the ability to seduce any woman he wants.”

 

“Awesome!”

 

“I figured you would like that.”

 

“Say, you think I could—”

 

“No way,” he said sharply. He surprised himself how heated his voice became.

 

“Woh, take it easy… I was just joking,” Miroku said, backing away.

 

“Sorry… I just… didn't get any sleep last night.”

 

Miroku nodded in understanding. “I know how you feel. I was looking over this book all night. Good stuff though. Like here,” he said, flipping the pages again. “I found this really weird looking thing….”

 

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Inuyasha stumbled in through the door to his apartment. The door closing behind him, he tossed his keys away and collapsed onto his bed. Right now, he wanted nothing more than to sleep. His entire body seemed as though it was made of lead. Doing anything was impossible now, especially track. It was hard skipping practice, but after the toils of the day, he doubted he could do anything more than walk.

 

Sagging onto his bed, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Sleep overtook him in seconds.

 

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He was back on the beach. Looking down, he found himself in the same attire, his feet buried in the sand. Smiling, he looked around for the woman only to find the beach devoid of life. Disappointment washed over him as he looked down.

 

“Looking for someone?” a familiar voice asked. Looking up, he found her standing before him, an amused smile on her face. Beauty radiated from her as she slowly moved towards him, her feet pressing lightly into the sand.

 

“You,” he said with a smile, a warm feeling encasing him

 

“I'm flattered. Here I thought you didn't want to see me.”

 

“What made you think that?” he cried. The only thing that prevented him from running over and holding her tightly was his buried feet. The last thing he wanted was not to see her.

 

She stopped just out of arms reach. “You left so quickly last night.”

 

“Sorry… I—” He paused. Even if this is a dream, do I really want to say the reason why I woke up? “Didn't want too,” he finished.

 

“I was lonely,” she pouted, her bottom lip sticking out. “You won't leave me, will you?”

 

“Of course not!”

 

“You won't forget me, will you?”

 

“Never!”

 

“Promise?” she asked, holding he hands behind her back as she leaned towards him. Her facial expression reminded him of a hopeful child.

 

“Promise!”

 

She smiled, stepping closer to him. The moment he longed for was seconds away, he could feel it approaching. Pressing herself against him, their lips met for the seconds time…

 

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If he got hit by a bus yesterday, he had been hit by a train today. Awaking from the dream once more, he found himself unable to move, his muscles burning from fatigue. Groaning, he stared up at the ceiling. School would be impossible today that much was certain. His breathing was labored and his sheets soaked with sweat.

 

What the hell is happening to me? He briefly entertained the thought of going to the hospital, but decided against it. A hospital bill right now was impossible. Rent itself was going to be tight this month after eating out with Miroku so much. His health wasn't the only thing that bothered him. Having the same dream two nights in a row was weird to him, let alone a dream he could remember. Not that he didn't want the dream, it certainly was something to look forward to.

 

As he struggled to roll onto his side, his gaze fell upon the black box. Blinking his eyes, he stared at it in confusion. It was still black, only now it had red designs running along the exterior. “Eh?” he asked as he tossed his weak arm towards it. Pulling it towards him, he examined it closer. He wasn't imagining it. Where the etched designs had originally been painted black were now red. Taking a deep breath, he opened the box. Inside, nestled safely in the felt material was the necklace. Only this time, the small white crystal had a pale pink glow it it.

 

No way! No way-no way this is happening! He could see it, but he couldn't believe it. I'm still asleep! It has to be! Joy ran through his exhausted body as he pulled the necklace from the box and arms quivering, held it above him. “It worked! It actually worked!”

 

Giving his all, he lifted his head from the pillow enough to slide the necklace onto his neck. “Tomorrow is going to be a good day…”

 

Closing his eyes, he let out an exhausted sigh as sleep overtook him.

 

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There was no dream waiting for Inuyasha this time, only blackness. As his consciousness slowly returned, he opened his eyes slowly. It was daytime, meaning only one of two things: he had slept only a couple hours or he had slept through an entire day. Judging at how much better he felt, he had to conclude he had slept through an entire day. He groaned as he closed his eyes again, pressing his head down into the pillow. If it's day again, that means I missed school again. He hadn't called the day before either, so he would have a lot of explaining to do after the weekend. Ah well, at least I feel better. God, yesterday was terrible.

 

“About time you're awake,” a familiar voice said beside him. For a second, he thought he had fallen back asleep and was dreaming. It was only when something pressed against his arm did his eyes snap open. Shooting up on his mattress, his eyes met with a familiar pair of brown. The woman smiled brightly, showing brilliant white teeth. She was leaning towards him on all fours on the floor next to the mattress clad in only a loose t-shirt that hung open at the neck, revealing that the t-shirt was the only thing she wore.

 

“Ah!” he screamed as he backpedaled away from her on all fours, slamming himself up against the wall. “W-who the hell are you and how did you get in my house!”

 

“This is your house then?” she asked, looking around in disappointment. “Kinda small don't you think?” she asked sweetly, tilting her head to the side. He gasped for breath, trying to become one with the wall as he stared at her in fright. Though his panicked mind, he couldn't help but feel that he had seen her before…

 

“T-take whatever you want. J-just don't hurt me!” he wheezed. Her head tilted the other way, a look of curiosity appearing on her face. She sat back onto her legs, looking at him as if he was a specimen under study.

 

“I borrowed a shirt,” she said suddenly, grabbing at the front of it and tugging it forward. “There wasn't a lot that fit me so…”

 

“F-fit you?” His eyes slowly crept down to where the t-shirt stopped. If it was any higher, he would definitely see something. What confused him was the fact he had bigger shirts than the one she was wearing. If she were to lift up her arms…

 

“Un, you were out for a long time, so I looked around.” She thought for a moment. “Oh! Don't worry, I entertained myself,” she said with a smile, reaching behind her to reveal one of his porn magazines with pride.

 

“Ah!” he cried, jumping forward to rip it away from her grasp. “T-t-this isn't mine!” he stuttered.

 

She gave him a quizzical look. “Really? That's a shame. I really like that one.”

 

“Huh?” he gaped stupidly.

 

“Really,” she said looking around. “This place is fascinating. I haven't seen anything like it before!” She locked eyes with him quickly. “Neh, what year is it?”

 

“Uh… 2009?”

 

“Really!?” she cried, leaping forward. “It's really 2009?” He blinked in surprise as she wrapped his hands in hers, holding them against her breast. Throat tightening, he nodded, the only thing he felt able to do being so close to her. She slowly moved back to rest on her legs again. “Seven hundred years huh?” she muttered.

 

“What was that?”

 

She shook her head quickly. “Nothing, don't worry about it!”

 

“Wait a second!” he cried as he climbed to his feet, towering over her.

 

“Mew?” she cooed, as if a cat, smiling innocently up at him with her bright smile and large eyes.

 

“Don't do that!” he shouted, pointing at her in anger.

 

She reached behind her again. “But you have books like this—”

 

“Stop looking at my stash!” he yelled as he pulled the magazine away. She let out a soft, almost sexual moan as she tried and failed to grab it back.

 

“I really like the drawings in that one! I haven't seen a catwoman in decades!”

 

“No more!” he yelled, tossing the books aside. “I demand to know who you are and how you got into my damn house!”

 

She stuck out her lower lip in a pout. “You said you wouldn't forget me,” she said as she crossed her arms over her chest. The t-shirt moved up slightly, causing his gaze to wander for a fraction of a second. Suddenly, the recognition hit him.

 

“Ah! It's you!” he shouted as he pointed at her.

 

“How rude,” she said, tossing her head away from him.

 

“But—How—You were in my dreams!”

 

“Of course I was, how else was I supposed to gather enough magical energy to manifest myself?”

 

“Huh?”

 

She gestured to her chest just under her neck. “The necklace, I was sealed inside the crystal. The only way to be released was for a male individual with impure desires to take possession of the necklace.” She smiled. “Thanks to you, I was able to siphon off enough energy to manifest this body!”

 

“Siphon? Energy?” He licked his lips nervously. “Sealed?” he asked, voice cracking. To me, that sounds a lot like—

 

“A demon,” she finished his thought for him. “That's what I am. More specifically, I'm a succubus.”

 

“A-a succubus?” he repeated. He let out a huff, smiling. Slowly, he began laughing, the volume growing louder with each passing second. Soon, he was bent over, holding his stomach as he laughed loudly. “You really expect me to believe that? Demons don't exist! They're only fairytales to scare little children.”

 

She puffed her lips out in anger, frowning at him. “I don't see what's so funny.”

 

“You honestly expect me to believe you? I mean—look at you!” he said, laughing again. “Hardly a succubus by any definition I know!”

 

She shot to her feet in anger, the t-shirt briefly creeping up to show a peek of what it covered. Trimmed—he thought before quickly pushing it from his mind. “You think I want to look like this?” she cried. His laughter stopped immediately upon seeing the tears welling in her eyes. “I mean, look at me! I haven't had breasts this small since—since—I don't think I've ever had breasts this small!” Inuyasha looked away quickly as she pulled her shirt down to expose her right breast. She stepped towards him menacingly. “And you know whose fault it is? Yours!”

 

“Mine?” he shouted, looking back at her only to quickly look away as she was still exposing herself to him. “P-put it back up,” he muttered, face reddening.

 

“Even you're disgusted with it!” she cried, collapsing back to the ground. Carefully, Inuyasha glanced back at her to find her decently covered again. Her face was placed in her hands, as her shoulders shivered, the sound of crying reaching his ears. He bit his lower lip, looking around uselessly. Aw come on! How is any of this my fault?

 

“I-I'm sorry,” he said, squatting down beside her and resting a hand on her shoulder. “This is all—a little sudden for me. I mean, you just suddenly appeared in here.” He took a deep breath, collecting his thoughts. “Okay, for starters, how is this all my fault?”

 

“I can only take the form of what the host desires most,” she looked up at him with teary eyes. “That means whatever you picture as your perfect woman…”

 

“Ah, I see now,” he said, nodding. “I guess that makes sense.” He had to admit, she was perfect in his mind. Everything about her from the long brown hair, dark brown eyes, light skin, it was uncanny. He believed she was a demon just for the simple fact that she was too perfect. If there was anything wrong with her, it was her personality. Inuyasha had always been attracted to girls who were more…reserved. Meeting a girl he had never seen before and within five minutes seeing everything was a little too forward for him. Not to mention she had no problems with showing it off.

 

“I still find all this a little hard to believe,” he said shaking his head slowly. “I mean, you look nothing what I thought a succubus was supposed to look like.”

 

She sniffed. “What did you think we looked like?”

 

He scratched his chin. “Well, with the demon-bat wings for starters.” He thought some more. “And you know, scales along the sides. Breasts with scales—you know, to cover the nipples. They maybe have some kind of tattoo or design on the skin, something like that.”

 

She looked at him in horror, her mouth agape and eyes wide. “And you'd sleep with that? Seriously? We are known for seducing men, not frightening them to death!”

 

“They use magic to charm the men!” he said indignantly, feeling as if she was attacking his intelligence. I've been hanging around with Miroku, I know some things.

 

“We could, if we wanted to waste precious energy. Dominating some ones free will is extremely taxing. The equivalent of what you are suggesting is the same as you chewing your food but not swallowing it. See how long you live doing that.”

 

“S-sorry, I didn't know it was like that.”

 

“Well now you do.” She smiled seductively, causing him to lean away slightly. “Speaking of food…” Her gaze moved down his body to rest on a certain lower region.

 

“Uh-uh. No way,” he said, backing away as she slowly crawled towards him.

 

“Don't worry, I guarantee it won't hurt a bit! Quite the opposite in fact,” she said, smile widening. Panic spread through him as his back pressed against the wall. He had nowhere to run and she was getting closer. The necklace! Pulling the necklace from under his shirt, he thrust it out towards her as far as the chain would allow.

 

“S-stop right there, o-o-or else—”

 

She stopped; an amused smile on her face. “Or else what?”

 

“I'll seal you again,” he said, his voice low. “Back into the necklace.” It was hard to keep his focus on her face rather than her visible breasts through the gaping neck hole of the shirt.

 

“Oh?” she said as one of her eyebrows rose in interest. “So you know Latin then?”

 

“Uh—what?”

 

“Latin,” she said with her bright smile. “And the incantation that goes with it. Oh and,” she moved slightly closer to him, her voice low. “That's not exactly how the necklace works, quite the opposite in fact.” As he stared at her, he watched in morbid fascination as her brown eyes took a reddish tint. Suddenly, he found himself unable to move, the necklace radiating a faint pink.

 

“What did you do to me?” he gasped, tears of fright forming in his eyes.

 

“Don't worry, you are only temporarily immobilized. You'll be perfectly fine after—” She stumbled woozily forward, catching herself before she fell into his mattress. Inuyasha felt the effects leave him as his muscles suddenly began working once more. Shoving her away, he quickly stood and moved away from her. She collapsed pathetically onto the mattress, tears once more running from her eyes. Grabbing the necklace, he pulled it over his head, only he would had it not become increasingly heavier the farther it went. The highest he could get it before it became impossibly heavy was to his chin. Clenching his jaw, Inuyasha tried in vain to break the chain, slamming it into his neck until it became too painful for him to bear.

 

“What the hell is this thing?!” he cried, frustrated.

 

“It's—a way for succubus—to mark—food. Prevents—others,” she gasped weakly.

 

“Why won't it come off?” he demanded, keeping his distance from her.

 

“It's—impossible. Only—a succubus can remove it.”

 

“Then you do it!” he said, stepping closer.

 

“I—can't.”

 

“Why not?”

 

Tears ran down her face onto his mattress. “Please—I'm starving. If I don't eat—I'll die.” A pathetic sob escaped her lips. “I don't—want to die.”

 

Inuyasha eyed her suspiciously. The more he watched, the guiltier he felt. I can't just let her starve to death… He licked his lips nervously. “It's not—going to kill me is it?”

 

“Of—course not.” She smiled weakly. “Why would—I do that?”

 

“The whole demon thing doesn't help your case.” He took a deep breath, closing his eyes. “Fine, I'll do it.” He hesitated. “Just what do I need to do?”

 

“Come here. I'll do—the rest.”

 

Moving over to the mattress, he rested his back against the wall. Crawling over to him, she quickly fished his cock out through the hole in his boxers. “Hey now be—ah!” he gasped as her mouth closed around his limp cock. Blood rushed into his lower region at the new stimulation. Bobbing her head quickly over him, she hungrily began sucking. Gripping the mattress sides, Inuyasha gasped loudly, blinking his eyes rapidly as his brain struggled to comprehend what it was feeling. His breathing came in ragged gasps as he went from shouting out to clenching his teeth and exhaling forcefully. What he was feeling—went beyond words. The only thing that came to mind was the warmth of her mouth and the wetness of her tongue running along his shaft.

 

Seconds that felt like hours. He screamed loudly as a burst of colors clouded his vision. Body quaking, he felt himself release jet after jet into her waiting mouth. With her lips clamped tightly around his cock, she sucked greedily. The pleasure was overwhelming, dizzying. He gasped for breath as his head spun lazily around, trying to stop the world from spinning. It wasn't normal for him to cum this much. Blinking the world into focus, he watched her throat work as she swallowed over, and over, and over. The world began to focus into a tunnel, his body growing heavier. Each breath became increasingly difficult. His thoughts grew fuzzy. It was as if his life was being sucked from him.

 

Just before darkness overtook him, she stopped. Snapping her mouth, she licked her lips slowly before running her tongue around the tip of his cock, cleaning the remainder that had escaped. Eyes growing heavier, he watched as a panicked look spread across her face.

 

“Oh my God! I'm so sorry! I-I didn't mean—D-don't worry, a little sleep and—”Her voice was beginning to grow too distance for him to hear. “I'm Kagome by the way,” the far off voice called. “Don't worry… I'll protect you…”

 

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Well, as some might venture to guess, this is an Inu/Kag story. While this won't be a PWP, due to the nature of the content, it is safe to say there will be a great deal of citrus flavor to this story.

 

I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter. Reviews/emails are always appreciated.

 

*Edit: Thank you for pointing out that spelling mistake, fixed it. Funny story, since I have Vista, I was playing around with the speech-to-text thing. (I'm a geek and I like my toys) I decided, “Hey, I've had this story idea in my head for awhile now, I want to play with this speech-to-text thing—Am I thinking what I think I'm thinking?!”

 

And so the two hour fiasco began.

 

“Of course, I don't expect you to believe something like that,” she continued, bringing his attention back to her. He looked up from the box, lustful thoughts returning.

 

Became: quotation mark of course they don't expect you to believe something like that, quotation mark she continued, bringing his attention back to her. He looked up from the box loss for fun to turning.

 

Then I called it a night and wrote the other 9/10ths in three hours. Moral of the story: don't use speech-to-text when you have a cold.