InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Odds n Ends: Adults Only ❯ Phantom (Kik/Kag) ( Chapter 9 )

Disclaimer: The characters of InuYasha are not mine, they are property of Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise, and Viz. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

 

Characters: Kikyou/Kagome

Rated: NC17

Warning: Yuri as in girlxgirl action, soulcest

 

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Kikyou's flesh is cold beneath Kagome's fingertips. Her breath sends chills down Kagome's spine as if someone has walked over her grave.

She doesn't care. She needs.

The merging of auras where skin slides against skin. To hear the echo of her own heartbeat beneath the softness of Kikyou's breast. To feel the fleeting, phantom completeness that overcomes them both in the moment of shared orgasm.

It never lasts.

Kikyou is everything she is not—ruthlessly driven and emotionally frozen. The dead miko knows she may come and go as she pleases without Kagome trying to take back that piece of her soul. She also knows that Kagome will never refuse her, no matter how much they resent each other.

In the uncertain flicker of firelight, Kagome will look up from the flames into a wry, wretched smile. Into brown eyes that scour the darkest reaches of the human soul without mercy. And she will go to her in the darkness, into the degradation of that embrace.

For a moment of feeling whole.

Her sailor uniform confuses Kikyou the first time, the material shredding under the aggression of the dead miko's frustration. The first time Kagome can do nothing more than whimper and submit, held down by Kikyou's shinidamachu. The second time and the third she is only a victim, an unwilling participant.

After that, she is allowed to touch. The dead miko's clay body is a perfect reflection of hers. She has only to close her eyes, think of where she would like to be caressed, and run her fingernails over Kikyou's skin. The eeriness of pleasuring her other self is lost in the glow caused by Kikyou's expert, calculated stimulation of her body.

Again and again Kagome yields to Kikyou's demands, giving herself up for the joy of that second in which Kikyou lets down her guard. So sharp and bitter that it brings tears to her eyes, Kagome tastes of the other miko's emotions through their empathetic bond. And little by little she comes to understand the darker side of love.

An undying hatred and a strangled hope that is never allowed to draw breathe. Possession of a heart she has no intention of nurturing and obsession with taking her love with her into the afterlife. These are the things that make up Kikyou.

Kagome has never found the courage to ask what Kikyou receives in return.

 

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