InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Never Afraid ❯ Never Afraid ( Chapter 2 )

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Never Afraid

I had never been afraid before.

It's odd, fear. It's got this limp, metallic taste like an acid that slowly eats at the inside of your mouth and attacks the lining of your heart.

I had never been afraid–I mean truly afraid until I saw his eyes for the first time.

The red, demonic fury.

Now, yes, I had battled him before–seen his full-on transformation, but for some reason this was different.

This time, he was transforming not out of anger, but out of lust.

I had tried to move, to bend away and twist my form from his. On one had, I had sought him out to talk to him. I was hoping...well, I don't know what was hoping, but I had always wanted to be as near to him as possible and he kept pushing me away. Had been doing it forever, and I didn't think that this time would be any different. I was wrong. We never belonged in the same space.

I just never thought about the reason.

So now, here I was. Naked and scared and trying not to show it.

It wouldn't do to show it–I wasn't weak, I had never been weak before and I wouldn't be now!

But that look, that fanged grin...

Were threatening to send me over.

“It is better if you do not resist me. It can be pleasurable, if you act accordingly.”

If I act accordingly. Yeah, If I don't make a mad dash for it. If I don't push and pull, punch away.

If I don't melt into a pile of liquid jelly from his intense stare.

I blinked and he was gone–of course he was. Gone from my eyesight, but not from my presence as hot hands skated across my shoulders and dipped down my thighs. Firm claws grabbed distended nipples and tweaked harshly.

I should go. The time is now.

“The time is wrong.”

Of course he could read my mind–I must have everything plastered all over my face, and he was powerful, after all. I tried to shut him out, to make him move from my mind, if not my body, but to no avail.

He'd get what he wanted.

His movements were gentle, iron in a velvet glove. Gentle like a coiled snake. Implacable hands prodded me forward, spread my legs.

No! I don't want this!

“Oh, but I believe that you do...”

Soft tongue. Deft fingers. All played and licked, nipped and pinched until I could have screamed in agony and humiliation. I wanted him. Gods above, I never thought I'd ever have him, but I wanted him still.

How could he do this?! How could he make me feel this way?!

I squirmed, and it didn't take long after that. The friction between both of us too hot to let things go. I wanted, I needed...

And so did he.

I could feel him pushing, penetrating, and I desperately wanted to flee somewhere–hide under a rock and stay like that until I could slip away unnoticed. It hurt. Gods it hurt way more than I thought it would, and when I thought it was done, it hurt some more. But he stayed still, allowed me to adjust.

Briefly.

“Are you ready?”

He didn't ask out of courtesy–didn't care. It was just a warning of what was to come. I steeled myself and nodded.

Let the games begin.

Hot pounding fire. My thighs trembled as he rammed into me, pushing me to an unknown brink of no return. I was going to scream in pain, in humiliation for what he was doing...

But that was not to be. My traitorous mouth sealed my fate when it let out a moan of pleasure rather than pain. Goddamn my stupid body!

“See...you like it despite your whimpers...you need me despite your protests...I should have given this to you a long time ago...”

His thrusts are hard and desperate now, filled with want and need that I could not possibly comprehend, something that I could now taste in his sweat, in the seed that he would fill me with.

I wanted him to keep going...I wanted him to stop...I wanted him so deep inside of me that he would never leave, never be dislodged from inside of me. He was so close, so near...we were finally sharing something that had been hidden away and lost in silly arguments and petty bickering.

And when he came, it was beautiful. Like angels singing only for me.

“This is wrong. I can't do this.”

I panted hard from the exertion, unable to move from my spot on my hands and knees without feeling unbearable pain. Another few minutes to let the aftershocks of my orgasm die down. Another few minutes to heal and forget.

He said nothing as he dressed, pulling on his clothing as if I was not there. He would leave me there, I knew he would. He would walk out and forget I existed.

Fine by me, unless...

“Just...”

My face fell. I would not deny him. Could not. He was still stronger–stonger in will, stonger in experience, stronger in passion despite the strength of emotions that I held for the others in my life. If this is the way he wanted me, then this is the way he would have me. I needed...something...and if this was as good as it gets, then I'd learn to live with that...

“Bring a blanket next time, Sess.”

His voice carried on the wind as he walked away. He was no more than a glimmer in the distant wind when I heard him.

“Of course, little brother. Of course.”

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A/N: Got more to come, but if there is a particular pairing you wanted to see, let me know in a review and I'll try to get it in there. Thanks for reading!
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