InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Nightwalker ❯ Fever ( Chapter 1 )

My hentai mind came up with this while I was watching Queen of the Damned. I know that my portrayal of the characters are a bit out of character but I'm not Romiko Takahashi, so I don't know exactly know how they will act. Hope you enjoy, anyway.

 

I don't own Inuyasha, no matter how much I want to! He's the sole property (Grumble) of Romiko Takahashi and I will not be a thief as to claim he's mine.

 

But the story is! MUHUHAHAHA!

 

Summery: A demon walks on the night of the full moon, thirsting to be satisfied. Who will quench his thirst?

 

Something has been added. Warning: lemon. Don't read if you get offended.

 

 

Nightwalker

 

Part One: Fever

 

 

“I need…”

 

Midnight had barely struck an hour ago, and he was starving. It had been too long a way to get back to the capitol after his trip in Kyoto.

 

He'd been flying for nights; he was tired…and hungry. He licked his fangs hungrily. He really wanted a nice blood-bag to sink his teeth into, but not just anyone: he had a craving for a virgin. It was rare that such a specific taste would come to him in the middle of the night, but he never had such a powerful craving. Perhaps a nice, stressed female would do.

 

He guessed the fact of his long travels had made him famished, and he felt like feasting. Humans. They had more blood then they could handle. He watched over the city, his hands in the pockets of his black coat, billowing in the wind, as he stood on the top of the tower with his feet dangerously at the edge. The view would've been perfect any other night, but he was too thirsty to care.

 

Jumping off the edge of the tower, he landed quickly on his feet, walking through the deserted streets of Tokyo, searching for a woman that was walking home late. He scanned the skies. A full moon: the perfect time for feeding.

 

The more steps he took, the hungrier he became, his want for a virgin female only rising. He could feel his fangs pounding his mouth, as if ordering him to drink now! He began rasping for breath, his fangs burning as he kneeled along the wall, his claws digging into the brick he was using as support.

 

“Damn it.”

 

A light caught his eye, passing a lone apartment, he found himself looking up from the bottom of the alley.

 

A light was on in a single window, along the top floor of the building. Curiosity gripping him, he wondered what human would be awake at this time of night, and he jumped up gracefully into the roof, circling the building and landing onto the balcony of the said apartment.

 

He could see though the glass doors, even with the pink curtains drawn, his golden gaze following the shadows and faint images. It was a small bedroom with a simple bed, mirror and closet all aligned on the right side. The opposite wall had a door with the rushing sound of water coming from behind it.

 

Then the sound of water stopped and everything was quiet but the wind whipping past him and the crickets muttering their shrill song below. A being immerged from the room where the sound had been, and he found himself staring, salivating at the shape of a woman. She had come out of the room, toweling off her hair. He took in her form, the hourglass curves of her waist and hips and the long leanness of her legs.

 

He slowly slid the glass door backward, pushed the curtains aside, just as the woman turned off the lights of the room. With her new darkness, she was not hidden from his gaze as his eyes followed her about her room. She wore nothing but a white towel, her black hair sticking on the creamy skin of her back. He stepped into the room, sliding the door and curtains back in their place.

 

Whether she knew he was there or not, she made no notion to tell him. Her back was too him as she sat on her bed, slowly running a comb through her black-sky hair. The moonlight that crept into the room illuminated her skin, and it was then that her scent reached his nose.

 

It was such a powerfully enticing scent that would've driven him mad with need had he not learned the iron grip of control all these years. A virgin. His fangs were aching. And he was finding himself sorely tempted to sink his teeth into her then and there. He took deep breaths to keep himself under control, but it was rather hard with her tantalizing scent and magnificent body. He felt his hold on control slip when she turned her head to the side, revealing her soft, stunning features and glowing cobalt eyes. Unconsciously, his hand began reaching for her of its own accord.

 

“I'm so thirsty…” He hissed.

 

 

 

She was so tired. It had been a long, twelve hours of study from the morning that she took off to go to the library, after her morning lessons in the university, to her late night studying at home. It was one o'clock in the morning when she put her books in their place and headed to take a shower. Now she was too tired to even put on her nightgown. She sighed heavily, and stretched her arms over her head before falling to rest on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

 

She was so sleepy, yet her eyes seemed to stay open. There was an odd chill that had entered the room, and she wondered if she left the door of the balcony open. She stood again, stretching her arms over her head and arching her back. It felt colder than it did before, but something felt odd. It was a kind of cryptic feeling that made the small hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. She pushed the feeling aside, thinking that it was from the cold.

 

She turned to close the balcony window but stopped dead in her tracks.

 

A figure was standing on next to the balcony window.

 

Her mind became muddled and she wanted to scream but when she opened her mouth no such sound came to her. In the instant that she had seen the being, she blinked and then whatever it had been was no longer standing there, and she found herself staring into an empty room. She gulped, taking a breath that she didn't know she was holding.

 

She tried to remember just what it was she had seen. It had been male, that she was certain. Though it had been dark, the moonlight had shown his outline. There had been a faint silvery color that had rivaled the golden eyes she had seen. It was those eyes that had prevented her from screaming. Though it had been only an instant, even if it was in her imagination, she was captivated by those slit, golden eyes and the hidden something that had been swirling in them the moment she took a look at whatever she had seen.

 

“Get over it, Kagome.” She began, heading toward the window and locking it, “You must be tired from all that studying.”

 

She inched toward the bed, deciding that a good eight hours of sleep would do her some good. Coming to the edge of the bed, she was just about ready to slump down on it, when, suddenly a presence appeared behind her, it's breath puffing on the back of her neck, making her eyes widen and her heartbeat quicken.

 

It was he.

 

The image of the man she had seen sprang into her head and she opened her mouth to scream, but just the sound came up her throat, a clawed hand clamped down on her face while a pair of strong arms kept her form in place as she kicked and squirmed.

 

She shook her head violently from side to side to try and remove the hand from her, holding in air as she tried kicking and clawing at the arms that held her to break free, yet still he grip didn't slacken. Her strength was ebbing away with each kick and she found herself slowing down in her frantic attempts to escape, fear ebbing into her as the last of her strength gave way, making her choke to draw in breathe.

 

The hand removed itself from her jaw, giving her the chance to breathe. It was almost as if the being behind her knew that she was running low on stamina. She huffed in a few needed breaths, losing herself with the gift of air.

 

The being's hot breath puffed against the back of her neck, making her eyes widen as she remembered where she was. She made a move to struggle again, however this time a clawed hand found its way to her throat, the nails digging into her neck softly but harsh enough to leave a prickly feeling in warning. Was he going to kill her?

 

A sheering pain sprang from the junction of her neck and shoulder. She felt her body go limp and if it weren't for his hold, she would've fallen to the floor; the blood draining from her face, making her skin an ivory glow in the moonlight that seeped into the room. His hands on her gentled as if he knew that she was no longer capable of struggles, they no longer held her arms in place around her waist.

 

Instead, she felt his hands barely touching her, as they roamed ticklish sensations arouse in her skin. She felt weak, her breathing came in deep sighs and gasps as the pain in her neck dulled. Just as his hands dug beneath the towel to hold a breast, her vision became blurry, and by the first gentle squeeze of her flesh, her world went dark.

 

 

She had seen him. He could sense the surprise after her eyes had roamed on him for an instant before she had blinked and he had jumped away from her view, using the darkness to cover himself. Unable to deny his thirst any longer, he had grabbed her, ready to drink, but was shocked when she began struggling. Patiently waiting, despite the intense pain in his fangs, he watched as she slowly stopped resisting before he finally plunged his teeth into her neck.

 

It was such a wonderful taste, a sweet yet sour flavor that smoothly ran down his parched throat, the warm liquid making him hungry for more as his hands moved of their own accord over her skin. He only took one pint, and was amazed that she had fainted from such a small blood extraction, but no matter, she would awake soon…

 

Nimbly lifting her slump body into his arms, he carried her to the bed where he placed her on her back, staring at her face. To the eyes of another, she would've appeared plain, normal looking, but with his well-trained eyes, he knew that the she was the type that was to be seen best at night. Her skin had a warm glow in the moonlight, rivaling the blue-black hair that rested against her, her long lashes were against her cheeks.

 

She was a rare one, one that looks breathtaking at night, but pails in the sun. How long he had spent staring at her face alone, he didn't know or care, for his eyes had wondered from her face to her neck, then to her color bone, then to her breasts and curves. He found himself longingly staring at her neck, wanting another pint of her wine-like blood.

 

A pair of azure eyes opened groggily before a few breaths were taken in by his soon to be prey.

 

“My head…” Apparently, she was still too faint to see or feel his presence. Holding her head, she slowly sat up, rubbing her forehead. Her eyes were closed, not seeing that he was sitting next to her on her bed.

 

She took in a deep breath; the vibrations from her heart beat affecting his ears strongly. Gritting his teeth, he focused more on controlling himself. His fangs gave a small sting, and his instincts were on edge, yet he managed to gain a hold of himself, breathing in slowly so her scent won't affect him.

 

Instantly, a scream was heard and then the sound of feet scuffling across the floor. He looked up to see that the girl had noticed him and had rushed across the room, accidentally trapping herself in a corner without realizing. She had moved so fast, he raised his eyebrows in brief shock.

 

Composing himself, he rose from his position, watching as she wrapped the towel firmly around herself.

 

“If you come any closer, I swear I'll scream!” She warned, her voice a whisper, though her threat spoke louder.

 

He smirked in interest: she was more angry than afraid, watching him through alert eyes. Her stance, seemed tense, prepared to strike if she needed to. He saw her lose her posture for a moment at his smirk, but then she quickly became alert again.

 

“What did you do to me, you sick-”

 

“Nothing…yet.” He cut across her.

 

“What?”

 

Taking another step toward her, seeing her tense, he said, “You're just a little short on O negative right now.”

 

“What?”

 

“Does your neck hurt?”

 

He smirked at her wide-eyed expression, her hand letting go of the vice-grip on the towel at her chest to feel the mark on her neck. For the fist time, at the touch of the bite-mark, fear, along with a small grimace of pain, flickered across her face.

 

“You…you bit me?” She hissed in a mix of fear and outrage. Soon her indignation turned into terror when she realized her was standing directly in front of her, having snuck up on her in her moment of weakness, his hand reaching for her throat.

 

“I promise, I'll scream.” She warned.

 

“Go ahead.” He challenged. Suddenly, a sharp pain came across his abdomen; stealing his breath as he found himself kneeling at the sudden assault, feeling the woman, jump over him and head to the door.

 

Just reaching the handle, heart thundering, she turned the knob to escape, when an arm shot from behind her, slamming the door back into place. She felt something clasp her wrist, jerking her around to face him. She began panting in fear, watching his expressionless face.

 

“Nice try.” He said with a smirk, leaning in closer as he trapped her between his arms in the narrow hallway.

 

“What are you?” She found herself asking as his nose touched hers, the strange contact sending shivers through her body.

 

“Are you going to kill me?” Not knowing where her bravery came from, she starred into his dark, gold eyes, seeing herself in the slits that were his pupils.

 

“Why should I?” Was his response, “I was only hoping for another pint.”

 

“You're a vampire.” She accused, finding the thought absurd for the briefest moment.

 

He smirked, “No, those are associated with bats, and I'm not like those weak demons you people call vampires.” He inched closer, leaning into her shoulder, breathing into the back of her neck. She was too paralyzed by fear, and now flushed from the closeness to move.

 

“I'm a nightwalker.” He said slowly.

 

“What do you want with me?”

 

He breathed in her scent, leaning in closer till his body was against her, trapping her completely between himself and the wall. Running his lips along her bare shoulder, he whispered against her skin, “That depends on you.”

 

An odd sensation flew through her body in waves, like jolts of tiny electrical charges surging through her skin and concentrating in her fingertips and lower regions. She suddenly felt the strange urge to touch him, feel that silver hair and see if it was as soft as it looked. Despite the feelings in her betraying body, her rational mind screamed for her to run, escape what she thought was coming, barely reaching her conscience, keeping her from letting go of the towel to run her fingers across her face.

 

His arm dropped from the wall behind her, coming to glide across her shoulder blades before his fingers found her ear. He heard her give a low moan as his thumb traced outside rim, circling to her lobe. His skin was burning, as if he had a frightening fever. It was then that she realized how cold the room was and shivered.

 

“Scared?” He said smoothly in her ear.

 

For a moment her voice didn't respond, her mind numbed by the sound of his breathing and proximity. Her heart was banging against his chest, and all she could focus on was the lips against her neck and the fingers that were teasing her ear. The voice inside her mind was gone, silenced by the irresistible urge that had taken over her: a yearning to be satisfied. Slowly, she heard her own voice respond.

 

“N-no…I'm not.”

 

He exhaled, as if he had nervously anticipated her answer. To her dismay, his hand left her ear, before she felt his fingers, sliding from the back of her neck down, slowly following the curve of her spine, her hold on the towel loosening as his hand inched lower. Her breathing became frantic, huffing into his shoulder, his fingers now resting on her lower back, moving slowly lower, teasing her.

 

She moaned, his hand reaching her buttocks, the burning warmth of his skin there, sending waves of some intense feeling through her. His hand traced circles around her skin as he squeezed the flesh between his fingers.

 

The other arm wrapped itself around her waist, pushing her, if possible, closer into his body till she was squeezed against him, her breasts pushing up against his chest. He breathed into her neck, savoring the scent. She tilted her head to the side, showing him more of her flesh.

 

He hummed in approval, pressing her body even closer, while he slid his tongue against her shoulder, earning him an arousing moan from the girl. His hand left her lower back, coming to rest gently at the back of her neck as he tilted her head back. He heard her gasp when his tongue slid across her neck and jaw before she felt his lips touch hers. Her eyes widened, and then slowly fluttered closed when he ran his tongue across her teeth, demanding entrance.

 

She mewed in defeat when he entered her mouth, surging his tongue against hers. Feeling the blood rush to her face, the towel slipped through her fingers. For a second, she tried frantically to reclaim it, but it was clear that he wouldn't let her go to do that, his strong arms keeping her close and in his hold.

 

She couldn't feel the burning heat of his skin anymore, now that her entire body was flushed crimson. She could hear her heart beating so fast that she thought it might stop at any moment. The hand on the back of her neck crept upward into her hair, sliding through the strands in a comforting motion, as though he knew how frantically her heart was beating.

 

She couldn't help moaning into his mouth and tilting her head toward his hand. His fingers slowly circled in her hair and she tore away from him, moaning as she concentrated on what his hand was doing.

 

He lowered himself to his knees, his other arm circling around her waist, as he pressed his ear to her heart. She gasped in surprised, momentarily losing her balance and grasping his shoulders. His only response was to gasp her waist strongly as she leaned on him for support.

 

Her skin was almost as hot as his now, and he could hear her heart beating fast next to his ear. Moving slowly, he took his other hand away from her neck, hearing her cry out as the warmth of his skin left her only to gasp in surprise when he cupped her breast. He began teasing her nipple with his thumb, while his other fingers squeezed the soft flesh.

 

She couldn't take much more. Some violent wave of need was spreading through her, gathering in her center as though begging to be released and satisfied. She could barely concentrate on the wonderfully torturous sensation he was giving to her breast. The next moment, when his tongue and lips slid across her nipple, a ravishing something came into her then. She gasped, lost her balance, fell to her knees and into his arms that seemed to have been open for her to fall in.

 

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, feeling one of his hands, burning hot, on her back, the other finding its way across her belly and inching lower. The hand on her back worked with its twin and spread her legs apart. She held on to his neck tighter.

 

He could now feel her heartbeat next to his own, and it gave off a deliciously, powerful wave of pleasure that he could hear her moaning and gasping in a frenzy, practically begging to be pleased. His reached for her core, running his hand over her inner thigh before sliding his middle finger into her warmth slowly as he smirked to himself when she gave a shocked yet delighted scream next to his ear. She was so warm and snug; it was though he slid his finger into a cramped fire.

 

Her legs trembled as he began pumping his finger in a slow motion, pushing inward then coming back out and in again. He could hear her breathing harshly next to his ear. Soon she was panting, as he increased his speed, sliding in another finger, and hearing her shriek with pleasure.

 

Her eyes were wide, shockwaves exploding through her body, rushing through her like hot electricity before settling where his hand was creating these confusing and enticing sensations. Her chest heaved from breathing so fast, and her legs trembled as his fingers explored her faster. Something hot was running down her thigh, tickling its way toward her knee. It didn't take long for her to realize that it was his other hand. He was now adding more to the strange sensations she was feeling, the other hand's fingers making circles on her thigh.

 

The sensations kept building in her center and she fought the urge to scream as he increased his pace, the torturous feeling in her binding tighter and tighter until it burst apart. She muffled her scream into his shoulder as wave upon wave of a surging wonderful something she couldn't quite comprehend rushed through her body. It took her by surprise and she calmed, letting the feeling find its way though her before she fell, tired, holing on to his shoulders, gasping for air.

 

He smirked as her release covered his hand, her warm body pressed against his burning one as she held on to him, her chest pressing then retreating from his with each fast breath she took. Sliding his hands around her waist and legs, he deftly lifted her. She gave little notice of the new position, her head resting against his shoulder as she still breathed deeply.

 

She hadn't become aware of the mattress beneath her till she felt it against her back, snapping her out of her hypnotic, entrancing sensations. She didn't feel or see him remove his clothing, till she saw him leaning over her, his upper body bathed in moonlight from her partly open drapes. For the first time she could see his actual appearance.

 

His hair was long, silver that fell sensually over his shoulders and down his back. The golden eyes she had seen were staring at her hungrily. His face was a tanned, cream-colored peach; his straight nose and strong jaw made him look boyish, curt, and masculine at the same time. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered why such a beautiful man would come to a plain girl like herself.

 

He leaned into her shoulder and she gasped, having forgotten where she was. Suddenly her conscience caught up to her, reawakened now that her treacherous body was no longer under his control.

 

Sensing the fear, he let all his weight drop from his elbows, sliding his body against hers. She gasped at the new feeling. Somehow it seemed right for him to be resting against her like this, her breasts pushing up against his bare chest. The way their bodies melded together like pieces of a puzzle silenced her conscience and she was plunged again into the magical world of sensual and confusing desires.

 

“Breathe.” He encouraged and she did as he asked, feeling him spread her legs with his. Once again his fingers found her and she arched her back with need as he sent her spiraling into another jolt of pleasure.

 

Panting again, she watched him as his free hand held her chin, making her lock eyes with him before he leaned in to touch her lips with his own. The kiss was long and foreboding as she shyly ran her tongue against his. She vaguely felt him spread her legs wider, hardly noticed something hot and pulsing resting against her thigh, until he pulled back, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck and inhaling her scent.

 

Her nerves were already on edge because of his touches, yet her heart found a way to beat faster, as a part of her mind, her instinct, told her what was coming. What she knew was that she was not going to stop it, that she would give in to these amazing waves of sensations and intoxicating desires. She felt him take hold of her legs, felt him inhale deeply next to her ear.

 

Whatever had been resting against her inner thigh came closer to her opening. Despite her attempts to keep herself calm, the anxiety crept over her in a rush and she trembled. Sensing it, he whispered against her skin, “Be calm and still…breathe.”

 

Exhaling, she felt his burning manhood slide inside her to the hilt, breaking through her maiden barrier. She gasped and would have screamed, had he not muffled her cry with his lips. Soon though, he drew back and fell against her, while the icy tears floated down her cheeks. Her hands flew around his neck, nails digging into his skin as she closed her eyes, trying to distract herself from the pain. Her body struggled to adjust to him. She felt so small underneath him now as the pain between her legs burned into her core. She was glad that he was holding still.

 

His clawed hands clenched onto the sheets beneath her. The captivating sent of virgin blood filled his nose and he fought harshly against himself from taking another pint away from her. He could hear her heartbeat and its fast tempo. It was difficult to remain in control of himself, his instincts ordering him to move within her or to bite her. She was so tight; he had to squeeze his eyes shut and battle against himself to keep from rushing her too soon.

 

Calming himself, though still fighting for control, he licked the cold tears away from her face. She opened her eyes at the feel of his tongue. Sliding his hands over her ribcage and kneading her breasts with his hands, he felt her skin flush again. She trembled and moaned in response and he knew the pain was numbing. He also knew that if he didn't move soon, he would go out of his mind! Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled away from her a little before rushing forward.

 

The first thrust was agonizing and she hissed in pain, but he continued with his movements, slowly increasing his speed. The ache continued as he moved, and she cried out, digging her nails into his back. Gradually, the hurt began to be overpowered by some intense feeling she couldn't describe. She groaned in response as he quickened his pace, taking her soft moans as a signal that she had ready for him now. The rhythm was enthralling as he pushed into her.

 

She held on to him tighter, pulling him closer as he did the same, his arms pressing her against him, letting him thrust deeper in a new angle. She mewed loudly and could hear his masculine panting against her ear. Currents of overwhelming power and pleasure came off of him in waves, entering her in rushing torrents as a kind of sensual sea was created between them. The rush of desire spread through her like water, gathering at her core. It wound itself around her, tighter and tighter as he continued his thrusts.

 

Unable to take it anymore, she bit his shoulder, muffling her loud and sensual screams. Something in him snapped as she did so. He became wild and demanding, leading her into dangerous waters as his thrusts came harder and faster, beyond that of human capacity. She screamed into his skin, as he growled with the feeling of her nails on his back. Gasping for air as though she was drowning under gallons of pleasure, the coil inside of her was unable to hold and it burst apart. She screamed into the night, as white, hot lightening erupted through her being, fueling the raging sea of pleasure that he created.

 

He felt her reach climax first. Upon hearing her scream, he could no longer prolong it and sent one final, vigorous and violent thrust through her before he was overcome by the intensity of her walls rippling around him tightly. His howled a silent cry before he collapsed on her, panting from the impact of their release.

 

When he was finally able to gather enough air, he leaned his weight on his upper arms, looking down into her face. Her breasts rose up and down in a fast breathing cycle and she stared back at him with dark, misty eyes that were drowsy and yet awake with arousal.

 

Leaning in to kiss her one final time, he felt her breathing slow and, as her eyes closed, he knew that she had gone across to the call of sleep. Kissing her on her cheek, he pulled away from her.

 

As he reached for his clothing, he looked back at her dozing form. She was right: she did scream.

 

 

 

Sunlight had crept over her eyelids. Opening her eyes, Kagome looked around her room as the blur from her watery eyes healed. She didn't want to move, content with laying her head against the nice warm sheet, as she lay there on her belly. Slowly she stepped away from sleepiness and, grumbling, moved to get up.

 

She gave a little start when she rose to a sit. It was strange: her entire body was sore. Her muscles felt tired and overused. She ached all over. Maybe it was time for her to stop her late night studying, at least then she could make sure her body had the proper rest.

 

Something else was strange, why wasn't she clothed? Kagome vaguely remembered coming out of the shower. That was it: she must have been so tired that she just fell asleep in the towel. She looked over the side of her bed, and sure enough the towel from the night before was in a bundle on the floor. It must have fallen during the night.

 

Stretching, Kagome tried to remember when she had fallen asleep. Then a rush of images invaded her mind that made her flush. It felt so real…and yet at the same time it didn't, like some wild and amazing fantasy.

 

“That was some dream…” Kagome yawned, looking over at her digital clock by her bedside table.

 

It read eight forty-five.

 

“I'M LATE!” Kagome jumped from the sheets, not bothering to make the bed as she ran around the room, pulling clothing on and trying to run a brush through her tousled hair at the same time.

 

She took a quick glance at the mirror, deciding that her look was fine, and rushed out of the door to her apartment, without once noticing the two dark bit marks on her neck.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Holy COW!! That took up eleven pages! My first lemon. (BLUSH) Anyway, this is my first one-shot and my first ever lemon, so please be nice! I really hope you enjoyed it. (Wink) Jian out! Please review, I love reviews, I want to know what you think. I LOVE YOU GUYS!

 

I did make a storyline for this one-shot. It's not certain yet, but I may or may not make this into a fiction. If I get enough positive comments, I may expand the story. NO THIS IS NOT A PLOY TO GET MORE REVIEWS! I've never done a lemon before and I'm terrified of getting flamed if I make it into a story!