InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Primal Scream: The Series ❯ 32 ( Chapter 32 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

The house had fallen quiet hours ago. Gypsy awoke with an overwhelming need for a drink, something she never did much because she couldn't hold alcohol very well. Inuyasha had always teased her about it, half a wine cooler and she was gone to hell for the night. She didn't care, she wanted to be drunk. She wanted to forget--everything--

In the living room, where the wet bar was, she found Inutashio sitting on one of the stools. He was shirtless, only clad in what appeared to be black sweats and drinking heavily. From the smell of it he'd already downed enough to kill a human of blood poisoning or something.

He turned when her scent wafted past his nose and smiled, "You too?"

She nodded and gave him a humorless grin. "I need a drink. Maybe some ramen."

He chuckled, holding onto the bar as he walked around it to hide the liquors effect on his motor skills. She heard a few bleep bleep's and concluded he was making ramen. "What do you drink?"
She shrugged, "Margarita?"

Inutashio poured out the ingredients into a glass and handed it to her straight. "You don't drink much do you?"

"I can't. Can't hold drink for shit. You on the other hand look like you have had quite a bit."

He pointed to a line of bottles along the wall and she smirked. "I'm impressed."

"Don't be," he said placing the noodles in front of her and then himself. "It's a sign of how weak I am. I can't handle my wife's passing without drinking myself into a goddamned stupor."

"I'm not handling it any better." Gypsy dug a fork into the noodles and slurped at them, murmuring in pleasure. Inutashio smirked, she reminded him of Inuyasha when she ate like that.

"So it's good we got each other." he commented, drinking his noodles. She nodded but didn't look up till the cup in front of her was empty.

"I'm glad I'm here, with the family, and not in some hotel. I can't stand the thought of that." She wiped her lips and turned the glass up, draining it. "Got anything stronger?"

Inutashio dove under the bar again, coming up with a bottle of vodka this time. Side by side they sat at the bar, drowning troubles in vodka and just making small talk about nothing really. When the last of the contents of the bottle went down Inutashio's throat he looked at Gypsy with a weird expression.

"What?" She cocked her head to the side.

"Will you-- I mean that is if you want to--" He stopped, a bit unsure of himself. The way he tilted his head to the side reminded her of Inuyasha. Suddenly with no warning he attacked her, his mouth on hers, fangs toying with her bottom lip, tongue tracing it between nibbles.

Maybe she was drunk, or lonely, or horny, or in heat, or maybe all the above. It mattered not, she was kissing Inutashio before she could stop herself. Her tongue experimentally explored the out regions of his mouth and found his there waiting, warm, moist, and vodka tinged.

At that motion, he took her answer to be yes, and scooped her up in his arms, pulling her legs around his waist. She felt the hard bulge in his pants and ground herself against it, becoming acutely aware that all she had on was a large tee-shirt and a thong. The skimpy silk did nothing to keep him from feeling how wet she was already, not that he didn't already smell it.

Inutashio started for the stairs as fast as he could, being drunk didn't help. Gypsy broke the kiss and went for his neck, suckling it until he shivered in pleasure and stopped to press her against the wall, returning her affectionate kisses while fighting for control of his straining cock so he could walk again. Sesshomaru heard the bump and rose to his feet, suspiciously looking out the door to see what it was.

He almost vomited. He regained control and shut the door with a snarl.

Inutashio's back was bared, already gleaming with sweat that captured strands of his hair and pasted them to his back and shoulders. "Gypsy-- oh Kami I need you--"

Everything about the wolf hanyou smelled like sex, she was an erotic beast in need of taming by an Inu demon such as himself. The lord found himself envying his youngest son for a brief moment. His claws rent apart the thong and left it there in the hall, the shirt was next and then the bra.

Gypsy was completely nude and mewling like a kitten in need. Which she was-- only she was an ookami in heat...

The door opened, then it closed, and Gypsy hit the bed with a squeak and thud as the much larger demon came down on top of her. Inutashio was already between her thighs, his tapestry of silken hair falling around her face, tickling her all over. A fang grazed her nipple, teasing the ring in it, and she bucked against him, mentally wishing those sweat pants were in hell. She wanted to feel him, she wanted to taste him-- hell, she wanted him in her.

Inutashio was not one for hasty couplings, or maybe he had been in the past but not now. He wanted to savor her like candy. Moving down her body, his tongue snaked out and encountered something metal.

"What the hell?" He pulled the covers back over him, exposing to his gaze a shaven mound pierced at the top with a 14 gauge barbell and a diamond ball on top that glittered in the dimmed lights.

"It's called a Christine. Inuyasha did it for me-- I like when it's played with." she explained, dipping her fingers there to manipulate it gently. He took the hint and smacked her hand away gently, lowering his talented tongue to the piercing and pushing the lower ball, that was hidden inside her folds, and stimulating her wildly.

Pushing upwards into his willing mouth, Gypsy grew even wetter. She knew his tongue wouldn't satisfy her much longer, she would need more. Growling with a need that hadn't been fulfilled in a long long time, as Izayoi had been too weak, Inutashio rose to his knees. His alpha male growl made her turn herself over and rise to her knees as well, elbows down, begging like a bitch in heat to be taken.

The Inu Lord did not waste time, or disappoint. He thrust into her with no preparation, enjoying her shrill scream of surprise as he seated himself in her slick heat, coming up over her back in true dog fashion. Throwing her head back, her ookami howls mixed with his inu yelps of pleasure, Inutashio grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked it backwards. It had been a millennia, or so it seemed, since he'd been allowed rough sex of this kind and it brought out his youkai.

Gypsy shredded the sheets, the pillow, and when that wasn't enough she came up off the bed and grabbed the headboard. Now with both of them on their knees, he could nibble at her shoulder, leaving small passion marks that could be seen for days. His strong hands went down her flat stomach, toying with her various piercings here and there until he reached her thighs. His claws found the swollen clit that begged for his touch, and it sent her into a frenzy. Arching her back, she grabbed his hair and pulled him down for a sideways kiss.

He felt his balls tightening, begging for release and he plucked from her with a slurping sound. Weak, dazed, and still not sated, Gypsy spun around on the bed, crashing into Inutashio and sending him over on his back, her hips settling over that part of him in which she wanted inside her. Gyrating her hips on his shaft, she thought she was in control.

Gypsy tilted her head back so her hair could brush his thighs, and that was her downfall. Exposing her neck like that sent Inutashio's youkai spinning and he rolled her onto her back, pounding against her with no mercy, so hard the bed shifted a whole foot across the floor. He was swelling, Gypsy felt the knot coming but couldn't-- didn't want to stop it. She was drugged in passion and in heat-- Inuyasha had ignored her for at least a week, and her youkai side went ignored.

Like the ocean crashing on the rocks, the orgasm hit them. Equally as fast, the vast amounts of liquor-- which had a chance to work now that they were both weakened from wanton sex, caught up to them and they passed out in the position they fell.