InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Ravenous ❯ Ravenous ( One-Shot )

Title: Ravenous

Author: Lady Kitsune

Rating: NC-17

Notes: Yes, be warned, this is a naughty fic. If you are easily offended or are too young, or you just don't want to read such a fic, please turn back now. This is pointless smut, written for the enjoyment of NC-17 readers everywhere. There is no plot to this fic either. By the way, in this fic, Sesshoumaru has two arms. Anyway, I rewrote a version of another story that I wrote before, only the characters in this one are Sesshoumaru and Anyanka. Yes, you two, this one if for you my friends! You can add this to the saga of your characters...Please be kind and review!

Ravenous

As usual Sesshoumaru and Anyanka had been fighting. Of course, the reason had been stupid, but that's what you did when you were married, especially when the wife was a full-blooded Irish-Fae and the husband was a dog demon, Lord of the Western Lands.

Anyanka smirked when she realized that Sesshoumaru was beginning to get irritated, but then it disappeared when he moved toward her. Anyanka was very dangerous, her appearance at odds with her true nature and Sesshoumaru knew that even he had no real chance of dominating her if he didn't surprise her first.

She stood firm when he moved toward her. She'd never had reason to be suspicious of her husband before and she flinched when his hands fell heavily onto her shoulders, strong fingers pressing hard. Her muscles tensed immediately and her eyes narrowed to slits, a dark glare hiding her surprise.

"Let go. Sesshoumaru...."

Her body strummed beneath his hands and he raised a hand to her hair and curled, clenching a fist in her thick blonde hair. He dove for her open mouth. Her eyes widened and he pulled her closer, crushing her slight figure against him as his tongue roved against her hot mouth. As if he'd never known the taste he devoured his mate, a purring growl thrummed through his throat. Anyanka's expression was one he'd never seen and he wanted more, needed more, but his eyes were closing as he pulled her closer, closer until he could feel her small hands twitch tight against his chest.

Now there would be no resistance, no hope of holding back those expressions he'd imagined for so long, the sounds he'd only dreamed of hearing from his beautiful wife. Her muscles were relaxing despite her growing panic and Anyanka made a whimpering sound against the mouth closed over her own. The adrenaline pumped through her veins, but it was changing quickly. She felt weak, his golden eyes boring into her as her mouth was ravaged.

Her wide eyes fogged slowly, awareness fading into the distance, and Sesshoumaru's gaze fell on them with barely a moment to spare. He pulled back, his damp lips parting as he drew a hungry breath, his heart pounding wildly in his ears. Gasps sounded loudly from his wife and he licked his lips, holding her lithe body close as he ducked his head. His tongue flicked out to caress Anyanka's soft neck, feeling the throb beneath the silken skin. When had he ever heard Anyanka gasp like that? Never, never would the Fae allow such a display.

His wife couldn't hide it now, couldn't control it and the sound was driving him insane with need, the taste of the silken skin an aphrodisiac to his senses. He wanted more, needed more, and finally he would have it, all of it, there would be no holding back now. His hands fell to Anyanka's wonderfully small waist and he lifted her higher against him, his head turned to the neck resting against his shoulder. Those powerful muscles twitched under his lips as he nuzzled beneath Anyanka's silk cloak. The material was an unwanted obstruction.

Her body was slack against Sesshoumaru's muscled chest and Anyanka's eyes closed as she fought to focus her energy. She had no control, as if she had been drained, wasted away until she could only lay limp as that hot mouth touched her skin. Sesshoumaru wasn't allowed to touch her, not like this, she didn't like this. No one touched her, she wouldn't allow it, had never allowed it. The demon lord only touched her when she asked for it, that was the agreement, but Sesshoumaru must have forgotten, the hot mouth ignored all their carefully constructed rules.

Her arms were bent, pressed to Sesshoumaru's chest and she felt a twinge again as they failed to push, muscles tightening but not acting. A hand was sliding up her back and her eyes flicked open to the dimly lit room as cool air struck her damp neck. Her scarf had been pulled away.

"Sesshoumaru..."

The sound of her own voice made her eyes widen more and shed didn't believe that was her, that soft tone filled with the panic in her mind. Silence was better than hearing that tone, better to bear the fear than hear it outside her, undeniable proof of what was happening.

"Sesshoumaru. Sesshoumaru, stop!"

The dark blue cloak was easier to remove without the woman laying on him and Sesshoumaru was debating on shifting back when the order came. His breath echoed the low sound as he exhaled, enticed by the sound of Anyanka's voice. With another brush of his tongue he lapped the smooth skin of Anyanka's neck before turning.

"Why?"

Delicious lips parted in shock and he took them, a hand lifting to caress the velvety strands of hair at her neck. Sesshoumaru had spent far to long letting the picky woman set the pace, set the rules and control their mating. This time would be different and he had no intention on stopping, not until he hadn't strength to go on. He'd never left a lover unsatisfied and he'd be damned if he stopped before his own wife was delirious in his arms. The woman might fight it now, but he had complete confidence in himself and he'd dreamed of doing his for too long to mess it up now by listening.

She could barely keep her eyes open by the time Sesshoumaru pulled back and Anyanka gasped a sharp breath, struggling to deny what she'd heard. "Sesshoumaru!"

Her eyes closed painfully and she nearly flinched from the weakness she heard. The control she'd had was broken in the face of Sesshoumaru's single word. There was no denying it, Sesshoumaru wasn't going to stop, knew she didn't want this and still wasn't going to stop. And Anyanka knew she couldn't tell him again, not if it meant hearing the frightened sound in her usually calm voice. That sound was nearly as horrible as being helpless in his arms. The panic was rising again and she focused her thoughts inward, struggling to push it down.

Sesshoumaru wouldn't hurt her, she still didn't believe that even if he might want to, Sesshoumaru wouldn't hurt her. It didn't help, though. Pain wasn't what made her heart pound furiously in her ears and her entire being curl with the need to get away, it was knowing she couldn't break the embrace, couldn't push back the arm around her waist, couldn't even turn her head away from the hand threaded through her hair. The bed was so far away that Sesshoumaru could barely stand how long it took to move to it, but he knew Anyanka would look exquisite spread out on his sheets. His wife was too adamant about not being beneath him, but he'd imagined the scene enough to know the bed was best. And his long legs made short work of the trip, his eyes nearly glowing as he loosened his hold on Anyanka's waist. The woman's eyes snapped open as she was lowered.

Leaning over the wide-eyed woman, Sesshoumaru tugged the dark blue silk cloak aside, one hand sliding beneath Anyanka's back as he pulled the offending material away. His wife's skin looked far too gray in the dim room, his own shadow nearly blocking his sight. He reached out and moved the candle on the table beside the bed. The dim glow of candle gave a lovely tint to Anyanka's form and Sesshoumaru dropped suddenly, his knees on either side of her legs. Hands curling in the silken sheets, he lowered himself until his glowing eyes were centimeters from her wide ones. Her lips were parted to allow quick breaths and she flicked her tongue out to moisten them. Sesshoumaru was holding her eyes, and Anyanka gave a muffled sound when the tongue pressed into her own, sweeping her in another fervid kiss. Those golden eyes were clouded in a haze of passion, dangerous lust pinning her down. Her panic was slipping a bit with only Sesshoumaru's mouth touching her, but she was very aware of the muscular body crouched over her, the pale glow behind Sesshoumaru gave him an unnerving appearance.

Something tugged her hair as the mouth freed hers and her gaze turned to the side to see that Sesshoumaru had moved his hand. The grip tightened, pulling her head back until she could feel cool cloth bundle under her neck. He was watching her with starving eyes and she let out a sharp breath, her chest hitching against the demon lord's thin white robes. Her eyes closed, but she felt the bed shift as he crouched lower, closer, until a moist breath met with her neck, wetness lapping along her jaw and dipping to flick her earlobe. As if to spite her, her body shivered at the touch, a sharp spurt darting down her spine. With a slow smile, Sesshoumaru let his fingers trail out of that thick hair, one fingertip tracing the woman's smooth neck before hooking under Anyanka's white shirt. He wanted nothing more than to rip it, to tear the material away just as the little woman had done so long ago. But he resisted with a tiny glimmer of restraint, rising enough so his hands were free of his weight, free to slide under the bottom of that white cloth. The muscles contracted beneath his palms as he felt her stomach, pressing the material upward until pale skin was revealed in arousing glory.

Anyanka's eyes were still closed, but the her mouth parted in a soft gasp as his fingers caressed that silken skin, outlining the slender ribs before rising so his palms rubbed small nubs that reacted immediately. He'd always known the woman was sensitive, but he'd never been allowed to find out exactly how sensitive she was. Anyanka's gasp turned into a low sound that sent shockwaves of lust through his frame, tensing his muscles until his need was painfully apparent.

Only years of experience enabled him to resist his urge to take her now, to tear away every bit of reserve Anyanka valued so much and make her whimper beneath him. That could wait, he planned to take his time, drive the stubborn woman to the brink of madness before giving her release. It was his dream, and he fully intended to make it a delicious reality. Pushing the shirt until it was folded beneath Anyanka's limp arms, Sesshoumaru curved down, hot breaths causing her skin to twitch. His tongue swept over his lustful smile as the small woman's chest jerked with another of those quick breaths. He paused, eyes flicking up to focus on his wife's expression, taking in the lowered brows beneath that thin silver Celtic band circling her forehead. She must have expected his next move because a soft groan answered his tongue as he lapped at one of those raised nubs, teasing it with his mouth. Eyelashes lowering until his vision was blurred, Sesshoumaru pulled the nipple past his slightly parted teeth, sucking on it in time with Anyanka's panting breaths.

His left hand caressed the her chest before turning to grip a muscled arm. A grin nearly interrupted his torment of that delicious nub as he drew Anyanka's arm up until limp fingers moved, clenching a handful of his long hair. The infuriating woman had done that to him enough in the past for irony to mix with his more overwhelming thoughts. Now it was his choice, he didn't have to wait for Anyanka's permission to touch her body, it would be bared beneath him, one tantalizing piece at a time. It wasn't until he glanced up that he noticed the lighter, easier way Anyanka was breathing and he turned his eyes to that muscular arm, his lips pursing.

An anchor, that was what his wife took from being allowed some movement, it gave her a chance to hold onto something, control some part of this. Sesshoumaru exhaled sharply and leaned against the underside of Anyanka's arm, his mouth wetting the skin as he kissed his way upward, one hand uncurling those tight fingers and twining between them. Pulling the hand to his mouth he licked her wrist, eyes glowing when she flinched and looked up at him. With a barely suppressed groan, Anyanka watched Sesshoumaru open her fist, warm tongue touching her opened palm. That brief moment of control was snapped and she glared suddenly, not allowing herself to react when the demon lord sucked on her fingers, teeth skimming her soft skin as if it were some prime piece of meat. She was never going to forgive this, her teeth clenching as she fed her growing anger until the lust cooled in her mind, falling down to join her previous panic in the background.

"Sesshoumaru," she growled roughly, her eyes shooting sparks when he didn't move, merely raising one pale eyebrow. "Release me now, and I won't kill you." "Ah..." With a smirk, Sesshoumaru nipped the fingers in his mouth before pulling away and licking his lips. "I thought you'd decided not to argue," he admitted, his eyes glinting as he let the tense arm fall softly to the bed. His hands framed Anyanka's chest, fingers hooking under her shirt and pulling it up, her glare hidden for a brief moment until the covering was gone.

"I'd much rather die than stop now," he murmured, leaning down to meet that glare with a smug expression. "But feel free to hold that anger, you won't be able to for long. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts."

Her eyes flashed at him and he merely smiled, his own eyes closing as he kissed her frowning lips before pressing through them. An angry growl hit his tongue and he swallowed it, masking the sound with one of his own. Anyanka made no effort to participate and he pulled back after a brief moment, sighing and shaking his head until silky silver hair fell against her chest. Anyanka could be stubborn, he'd actually expected that from the beginning, but he wasn't about to be deterred. And he'd told her once before, she had a sexy glare that did nothing to ruin his mood. His lips curved into a taunting smile when he shifted down her length, holding that glaring gaze with his own seductive one. With a better position, he straddled Anyanka's knees, bending so he could breathe onto her stomach, his hands tracing the white belts circling that small waist. While the additions were no deterrence, he found it humorous that Anyanka needed multiple belts to hold her skirt on her small hips, proof of her slender nature.

His own movements were much slower than his wife's were when Anyanka had undressed in the past, but he kept them purposely smooth and graceful, undoing the buckles with flicks of his long fingers as he held those sparking eyes. His mouth was far too close to her navel for him to ignore the temptation before him and his tongue darted out and in, hot breath warming the moisture when Anyanka caught her breath audibly. Not ceasing his slow work, he took a moment to draw a choking sound from those frowning lips above him, his eyes darting up to glint at the less than furious expression Anyanka wore.

As he'd said, she would forget her anger quickly enough, and that with him taking his time. Pressing on the edge of those loosened skirt, he lowered it slowly, not lifting his head as his tongue darted into her navel one more time before cleaning his sensitized lips. The woman tasted far too edible for her own good. The anger was slipping as quickly as Sesshoumaru had warned and Anyanka found herself letting it go, unable to put forth the effort. Not that it mattered since Sesshoumaru had told her when they first became lovers, he was attracted to her anger. There was no point spurring him on, but Anyanka was fairly certain that he didn't need any added incentive and her eyes closed, her breath coming through clenched teeth as a hot tongue probed her navel. She'd never imagined that spot could arouse such feelings in her, and she barely shivered when she felt those fingers brushing her bare hips.

Her eyes flickered open, but she resisted looking down, not wanting to see. She was coming to terms now, she realized, with what was happening, but she still didn't understand why Sesshoumaru was doing it. Had she not done her best to make certain the demon lord was satisfied during each of their encounters? There were times when they'd had sex and she hadn't even come for that, she'd merely wanted to see Sesshoumaru, enjoy their spirited banter as a break from other things. But she'd never hesitated when Sesshoumaru wanted it, and he always seemed happy enough when she initiated their meetings. So what had she left out?

When had he decided to simply use her, take her without a care to her preferences, leaving her absolutely powerless when Anyanka knew, Sesshoumaru knew better. She'd stated her choice blatantly, long before the first of their sexual encounters. She didn't believe Sesshoumaru would break her trust like this. Cool air brushed her bare skin and her eyes shifted in their focus on the ceiling. He hadn't touched her for nearly a minute and she closed her eyes, refusing to glance down to see what Sesshoumaru was doing. Those dark lashes were still against pale cheeks and Sesshoumaru's eyes narrowed dangerously. He could see that Anyanka's jaw was no longer clenched and he almost mourned the loss of that resistance. But he still would not be deterred, especially when he was so close. His hand brushed the curve of Anyanka's thigh, fingers pressing along the bone and his lips twitched when that passive face shifted into a sudden frown. It was actually better now that Anyanka had surpassed her initial panic and her anger, now there would be little to distract his lover from the sensations he intended to arouse.

He'd lifted back onto his heels when her eyes had locked on the ceiling and he shifted now, fingers curving under tightly muscled legs. They were so short, but deliciously contoured and his hands hesitated, his gaze falling to trace the shadows along that pale skin. With almost snapping control, he parted those legs, his lightly clothed knees pressing between them before he gave into his urge and ducked his head, lapping a path down the inside of Anyanka's leg.

A glance showed her expression was one of seeming pain despite his gentle movements and Sesshoumaru sighed, tilting his head so he could kiss the soft flesh behind her knee. This only seemed to make his lover tense even more, but he didn't mind that at all, proof that Anyanka was having trouble ignoring him. He had no intention of being ignored, but he paused on that delicious part of his wife, noting the way those muscles gave a spasm beneath his mouth, definitely sensitive to the slight pressure of his tongue, the soft feel of his lips. Bending those legs to make room for himself, Sesshoumaru's breath caught at the sight of Anyanka spread out beneath him, every bit as tantalizing as he'd imagined but also inciting a pain in him, a horrible hurt that centered in the middle of his body and radiated outward until every part of him burned with need. But he couldn't do it, not yet, it was still too soon, he'd hesitated too long. Anyanka wasn't close enough and he bent down, stretching until he could caress his lover's lips with his own, one hand trailing her silken breasts, fingers toying with one still sensitive nipple.

Her eyes snapped open to meet his and he nearly flinched at the reproachful shine to them, a cool chill brushing past his senses. As if moved by its own will, his free hand darted out, fingers slipping into Anyanka's warm, wetness, until those shining eyes fogged quickly. It was such a cruel move that he smirked against her lips, his fingertips circling inside her slowly enough that she tried to gasp beneath him, an opening Sesshoumaru took without hesitation. And he growled into Anyanka's mouth when the kiss was returned suddenly, blurry eyes falling closed. After a moment of delving furiously, he pulled away, his own breathing quickened. No matter how reserved Anyanka acted, she definitely knew how to kiss, and Sesshoumaru didn't exactly need to be aroused even more. A deep breath was necessary to regain his control and Sesshoumaru ducked his head, exhaling against the warm silk of Anyanka's neck as he buried his face for a long second, his lips pressing her rapid pulse. His fingers were not still, rubbing gently, massaging the length of her very core with a slow pressure, merely arousing the sensitive skin even more. With a flick of his tongue, he left the warm nook, lips curving at the faint flush finally visible on his wife's cheeks. The lovely tint highlighted Anyanka's slightly swollen lips, which were parted for quick gasps to escape.

He could have spent an eternity devouring that delicious mouth, but his eyes glowed and he lowered his gaze to a more tantalizing prospect. Anyanka had explored almost every part of his body, but Sesshoumaru had rarely been given a chance to return the gesture. The very thought made him throb and he shifted smoothly, kissing a path down to her breasts, his free hand detouring where his mouth did not so Anyanka gasped when his fingers rolled one hard, butter-colored nipple.

His eyes glinted for a moment before dropping to the dim shadowed line of his lover's pelvis and he touched his tongue to the indention, sweeping along the path and pressing the junction of leg and hip. A sketchy gasp echoed in his ears and he lapped the crevice, hardening his tongue for more pressure. And he was answered with a deep sigh he felt more than heard, his ears tingling from the sound. But he didn't spend too long on the interesting spot, finally poised over the small woman, his eyes caressing her much as his hand was doing. Anyanka's mind snapped the moment that soft, moist tongue touched her, pressing as it seemed on the very core of her being. The rhythmic torment of those fingers was forgotten at the feel of it and she groaned, not caring about anything except the shivers of pleasure darting through her. Wetness stroked against her and she gasped, eyes flying open to stare dazedly at the shadowed ceiling above her. She barely felt the hands touch her legs and she clenched her teeth, longing to shove upward, force more of that wetness to touch her. Her vision fogged as Sesshoumaru seemed to hear her unspoken plea and she moaned, eyes closing tightly as heat enclosed her in throbbing pressure.

Sesshoumaru's rumbling moan sent tremors through the slender frame beneath him, a wave that ended on his tongue and he ducked his head, sliding his tongue in deeper as he growled against her flesh, adding his own vibrations. His hands were rubbing up and down the inside of Anyanka's muscular legs and he spread his fingers, one palm catching beneath her left leg and lifting it until the slender ankle fell over his arm. Turning his head as he continued administering torture to that ridged length, he rubbed his silky bangs into Anyanka's leg, eyes closing in pleasure as that moan came again, even deeper than before. A choked breath sounded and his eyelashes parted enough for a lazy glance upward. Pulling away, he smiled, lips pursing to blow lightly on Anyanka's damp core, a flash of teeth answering the frustrated groan. Lifting his right hand, he spread his fingers and lapped them slowly, watching his wife's closed eyes and willing them open. Her eyes met his and he gave a sultry look to match his smirk as his tongue twined around one long finger.

Anyanka blinked once before those eyes widened and Sesshoumaru fairly grinned at his wife, enjoying the dazed yet very aware expression. Holding those eyes, he dropped his hand and traced a damp path down her leg, watching Anyanka's lips tremble from a shuddery gasp. Staring into sultry, golden eyes, Anyanka pressed her teeth together, feeling the damp finger circle her entrance. She should have known, should have expected this as the inevitable conclusion of Sesshoumaru's assault on her. But this was worse than anything else, the final proof of her utter helplessness, and she longed to close her eyes, block out the sensations about to shred her frail, imagined control. Yet she knew it would do no good, she couldn't simply ignore the touch as she would pain, Sesshoumaru had proven that already.

The silver-haired demon lord seemed to be waiting, or so she imagined, and she knew her attempted glare failed when those lips curved into a smile. She wanted to bite his tongue. Even if she couldn't ignore him, surely she could hide her own reactions. But her mouth betrayed her, even the faint sound of her voice not enough to stop the words from escaping.

"Don't." The finger pressed her suddenly, not quite entering her, and her teeth clenched shut, her eyes blazing. "I don't like that." She didn't realize her breathing had grown irregular until a gasp caught in her throat, her eyes snapping closed as the digit pushed into her, striking her g-spot without hesitation or mercy. "Sesshoumaru!" The little woman's face was a twisted grimace that had absolutely nothing to do with pain or even discomfort, and Sesshoumaru curved down, his tongue flicking the tip of Anyanka's clit.

"Your body does," he breathed, his gaze locked on the rising flush that tinted his wife's cheeks.

Years of experience allowed his eyes and mouth to wander even as he prodded Anyanka, tiny thrusts striking the precise spot unerringly as he coaxed a moan to join those erratic gasps. He could almost taste how close Anyanka was to snapping, and he pressed his hand on the woman's flat stomach, fingers tracing circles but not giving any touch that might incite his wife to climax. There was no need for more stimulation, but he added another slender finger to join the first, a shaky cry erupting above him and nearly destroying his own control. But it was the muffled whimper that finally shred him, his growl sounding in its aftermath. The woman choked when he pulled his fingers away, lowering himself to lap those trembling lips.

"Anyanka."

Gold burned her eyes and Anyanka gasped in desperately needed air. She felt mindless, thrown yet suspended perilously close to losing herself. But those golden eyes pierced the haze, anchoring her and drawing her into them. Hands pressed her legs, but she couldn't think of the significance with that gaze holding her down. "Sesshoumaru..." That stimulating voice coursed through him to end in a pulsing throb, the undertone of pleading spurring his rush, and Sesshoumaru thrust himself into her, drawing a sharp cry from those lips, hot breath heating his own as he took the open mouth. His senses, so long suppressed went wild until his fingers begged to crush her legs against that slender chest, positioning her to receive every breath of his burning need. A desperate tremble shook his body and he left those delicious lips, gasping as he strove to control himself.

Easing his hips, he latched his gaze on Anyanka's closed eyes and ran his hand across her stomach till he could rubbed his fingers against her clit. He was not about to go without taking the little woman with him. A moan rewarded his caressing fingers, and he gave into deep mindless motion, punctuated by his wife's gasping cries. The night was so long he let sensations rule him, increasing without limit. Now he would allow them both relief, but only to catch their breaths in the aftermath. The thought foreshadowed reality as Anyanka's voice rose beneath him, a cry he had dreamed of hearing and now had not the ability to enjoy. His mind was consumed in dazzling climax and he fell, shallow gasps joining her in wonderful exhaustion.

Soft hair pressed her chest, but Anyanka couldn't open her eyes. She drew in deep gulps of air, unable to calm the race of her heart. A shift told her dazed mind that Sesshoumaru had moved, but she barely felt the compelling gaze on her face. Then she was staring into pale golden eyes that pulled her up from the depth.

"Ses...shou...maru..."

His beautiful wife was struggling far too much and Sesshoumaru lapped a gentle path over Anyanka's cheek. "Catch your breath," he murmured, nuzzling her silken neck. "Anyanka, just catch your breath and we'll begin again." A soft cry rode one of those gasping breaths and he smiled against the her skin, pressing closer to his her warmth. "I promise I'll do better, just catch your breath." Author's Note: Well, I hope everyone enjoys the fic. Sesshoumaru, Anyanka don't be naughty now...