InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Roses and Wind Chimes ❯ Walk Away ( Chapter 2 )

 

 

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Chapter Two

 

Walk Away

 

 

( WARNING: This looks to be a Mary Sue, but it certainly won't be when the transformations are complete. Warning two: sap abounds. Thank you for reading! Please thank Hellfyrre and Coco for their tremendous amount of help and hard work! BTW, I hate glossaries just as much as you do. )

 

[ tennyo=faerie or heavenly being.]

[Youkai=magical being, apparition, specter]

[Youki=inner power of a youkai which can be outwardly manifested.]

 

 

 

 

The enchantress stood only five feet four, dwarfed by Sesshoumaru's six foot eight. Her slight frame gave the impression of frailty. Perhaps she was frail, or perhaps it was a simple necessity for flight, given the translucent wings, spreading from behind her back. The thin veins beamed with a muted pale pink that was nearly cream in color, resembling the shade of the fluffy weapon that wrapped around Sesshoumaru's right shoulder. Their shape was reminiscent of the Monarch butterfly, except for the jagged sculpted edges. Yes, they were spectacular. But they did not hold Sesshoumaru's attention for long. It was her clothing that most surprised him. Slightly curling strawberry blonde hair that reached to mid-thigh was her only covering. It was thick and did its job well, though it was quite obvious that she was completely nude.

 

Once Sesshoumaru had assessed the possible physical threat, which was next to none, he focused his attentions on the face of what appeared to be a goddess. Large, bright, emerald green eyes, full bow shaped lips and a dainty nose were set in the soft lineaments of her face, giving her a child-like visage. Every aspect of her was perfectly symmetrical. She was perfect.

 

And that was so very wrong.

 

Yet, he ignored the railings of his intellect. She was too mesmerizing. He was lost, falling into her ethereal being. Where his amber eyes scorched with the fires of hell, hers compelled with contented tranquility. Amber to emerald, their gaze did not falter, not until Sesshoumaru found the source of that warm breath of roses.

 

And his eyes closed.

 

As his lips molded to hers there was no thought, only that euphoria inducing perfume, the portrait of her entreating eyes, and the memory of her crystalline chimes. A perfect fit, as though they were meant to entwine. Overwhelmed with the sudden hunger to taste, touch, fold around her, burrow inside of everything that was her, the world disappeared into a quiet, black velvet blanket as sensation took control of his entire being. Her lips were as soft as silk and he didn't even try to resist the need to taste them. Honeyed tea touched the tip of his tongue as it slid along the seam of her lips.

 

Just that small taste was too much, prompting him to sweep her up so that her legs immediately wrapped around his waist. One hand supported her while the other cupped the back of her head, his long slender fingers tangling into her slightly curling hair. Holding her head in a tight grip, he slipped his tongue into her mouth and gently explored, finding tiny fangs. Everything about her was a small, even this shallow wellspring of her tiny frame.

 

For a moment, and only a very brief moment, Sesshoumaru's mind touched reality.

 

'What is wrong with me? Have I completely lost my mind or is she a powerful sorceress, the likes of which I have never before seen? What is this woman, this…'

 

And then the moment was gone, swallowed up by her wondrous snare.

 

 

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He had followed! The excitement bubbling up within her chest could not be contained and her joy rang out through her song. Would he do it? Would he start the process of breaking her curse? Rather than her calling to him, had he been the one to call for her, the one to bring her out of hiding and into the dangerous world of those who would see her as nothing more than a bug to be caught and caged until she died?

 

The tall muscular male moved toward her, his steps sure and unwavering. The only sound that she could hear was the slight rustle of his white silk clothing. He was unafraid! Of course, why should he be? He walked within a world of his own power. There was no one who could match him. In her foray out into the unknown, none of those that she had ever seen carried such strength. He was a god and her new Lord. If only she could convince him to help her.

 

`How? How do I persuade him? Speech has been taken from me. The only way is through my songs. If he would…If he would begin the steps…'

 

Now he stood before her and all she could do was float there in front of him. But when he started to glare, fright shivered through her small being and she nearly froze, dropping a few feet. Then, she saw his hand.

 

`Maybe!'

 

Daring to have her body damaged or completely destroyed, she fluttered around his hand, brushing the skin, begging him to take that next step. And when he did, reaching out and providing a perch, willingly allowing touch, she thought that she would burst with the thrill of anticipation. He had to be willing! It was the only way. Now, now she truly had a chance!

 

As her tiny feet touched the warm tip of his finger, a major step to her recovery had been taken, an enormous obstacle removed. The transformation hurt. It scorched her, searing through every inch of her body and she momentarily wondered if she would end up a pile of ash. Then it was over and she was staring up at him with new eyes. It took a moment for her vision to focus, but when she did, she was greatly relieved. Only the slightest lift of his brow told her that he had been surprised.

 

At least, he wasn't attacking or walking away. She didn't know how she would have responded to that. After all, she still needed him. Desperately. Even though she didn't understand all of the reasons for this need, her memories having been lost in a fog, she knew that he was the key.

 

While he studied her, she silently stood, not wishing on her life to give him a reason to leave. She took the opportunity to do the same. From the angle that she was forced to crane her neck in order to gaze upon the angelic face of her lord, she knew that she had to be diminutive. She could still feel wings weighing heavily on her back, but knew that she had two arms and two legs. Her nakedness went unnoticed as it had not been an issue since…well, since she was able to remember.

 

Of course, she could not remember what she had been in the first place. It didn't matter except that she knew she was supposed to be something other than the fragile form that had been forced upon her. Sometimes it all seemed like a dream and she had to wonder if it was real. But now, she had proof that her world was just a long nightmare and her salvation was possible…and ever so close.

 

Time had been lost and she hadn't realized that he had begun gazing at her eyes. His were so…so fiery! They smoldered like a fire longing to be awakened. Yet, his face was devoid of emotion, as it should be with one so magnificent. Such an intriguing contrast! Perhaps she should back down, fall on her knees and bow, but she couldn't. He was just too fascinating.

 

His eyes had captivated her and held her hostage. Until his lips touched hers, she hadn't noticed that he had moved at all. Though the initial touch was soft, it scalded her very being. She was so close to what she needed. So close that her heart ached.

 

`Please don't pull away,' she wished with all that was in her, and her wish seemed to have been granted as his tongue slipped into her willing mouth.

 

Quite abruptly, she was whisked up into his arms against the cold, hard metal of his armor and her breath was stolen when he devoured her mouth. Heat surged through her body and this time it didn't hurt. Wanting nothing more than to have him take her, to finish what he had started, her small fingers made quick work of the bindings that held the offending armor in place. No sooner had she finished than he removed his right hand from the back of her head, wrapped his left hand around her thigh and held her away while he ripped the steel wall from between them and tossed it to the side. She was against his chest again, his mouth firmly planted over hers before she finally closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck.

 

It no longer mattered that she had a dire need that he could fulfill. There was only him and the taste of cold mountain springs, clean and pure. Even his breath spoke of a fresh snowfall on a crisp winter's day. She could barely contain the tears at finding such a rich treasure. Nothing had prepared her for this. Shouldn't she be required to fight for his cooperation? Shouldn't he at least ask her to prove her worth?

 

'How can this be? The curse can't be lifted this easily, can it?'

 

 

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Sesshoumaru was drowning in her scent, nearly to the point of suffocation. His head buzzed and his skin vibrated with anticipation and need while his body acted of its own accord. Ripping away his sash and pulling her head back by her hair, his eyes swept over her white flesh. An insurmountable hunger drove him to taste her skin. Licking and suckling at the long white line of her neck, he gradually tugged her away from his body.

 

Below her collarbone, her perfect breasts sported pert, pale pink nipples. Obviously, she was just as aroused as he was. Removing his hand from her back, he cupped the right breast, so small in his very large hand. The awareness of her tightening grasp on his left arm was a simple flash across his mind as he lowered his head to take one hardened bud between his lips. The skin was so smooth, almost as though it were just a ghost of flesh. He sank against that soft warmth, pulling it into his mouth and manipulating the peak with his tongue.

 

The sudden arch of her back, pressing her mound more firmly into his mouth, compelled him to sample the other breast. Her reactions made his abdomen tighten with his rising lust. With every arch of her back, every shuddering breathy moan, his erection, pressed between them, ached with the need to be inside of her tiny frame, squeezed by her hot flesh.

 

Visions of her writhing beneath him were driving him on, and piece by piece, relieving him of his precious sanity. It was her cry of ecstasy that did it. Avoiding her wings, the fluffy weapon that usually hung on his right shoulder whipped around her body, flipped her over and held her to the ground. Not wasting a second, Sesshoumaru quickly divested himself of his clothing. All the while, his eyes were glued to the porcelain globes of her bottom.

 

He knew how to accommodate his length with small women. As petite as she was, even that technique might not be enough. There was one thing that needed to be done in order for her to accept him into her body with the least amount of resistance. He never took an unprepared woman.

 

After flicking her hair away and off to the side, he tugged at the fur, lifting her hips up so that he could view the delicate pink petals that glistened with the dew of her arousal. Seizing her ankles in his fingers, he spread her legs wide then lay between them, his nose even with her beckoning portal.

 

If he thought that her scent had driven him insane before, he was sorely mistaken. Here, at the source of her fountain of delight, he was overwhelmed with the richness of her heady scent. A few deep breaths were necessary before his world once again stood upright. With one flick of his exceptionally long tongue, her muscles visibly clenched, marked by a melodious cry. The evidence of her first orgasm dripped from the small citadel.

 

`So sensitive,' he mused, knowing exactly the rarity of such a thing.

 

Her responsiveness was surprising and spurred Sesshoumaru to dive in, suckling at the bundle of nerves that he knew were oh so sensitive. And he couldn't resist dipping his tongue into the source of her sweet, flavorful syrup. Exploring its depths, he once again felt her muscles clench in climax, squeezing his tongue as it met the thin barrier to her passage.

 

Her powerful nectar was potent and he wondered if it was not a potion meant to inebriate him. But that didn't stop him. He was already addicted. Perhaps it was all of those weeks that she had tempted him with her scent. At this juncture, it was of no consequence. He would indulge in her honeyed nectar and not feel one twinge of remorse or regret.

 

The longer he allowed himself to revel in her sweet ambrosia, the more intoxicated he became, so much more eager to burrow his painfully swollen shaft into her dripping, narrow alcove.

 

Her scream, melodious even then, accompanying his last foray was enough to spur him into action. He gathered her legs and pressed them close together while he sank to his knees and straddled her pale limbs, allowing a small amount of his weight to rest on her thighs. He noticed that her wings were rigid and trembling, angling out away from her body.

 

`I wonder?'

 

He received his answer when she began writhing and moaning, her wings shooting up to cocoon his head while he swirled his tongue along the ridge of skin that banked the edge of each wing. This was definitely an area in which he intended to take advantage. As he suckled his way back down, leaving the area slicked with his saliva, she squirmed and her breathing came in rapid pants.

 

Drawing away, he settled more of his weight onto her thighs, putting himself in a sitting position. His eyes traveled to her face which was half covered with hair. Even through the thick strands of strawberry blond curls that swept across her features, he could see her half-lidded eyes and the dust of a rose blush on her cheeks and in her slim, pointed ears. She was ready.

 

At the apex of her thighs, Sesshoumaru's dripping erection had already provided the lubrication that he needed. His substantial shaft, guided by his left hand easily parted the flesh, gliding against her moist slit that effortlessly opened for him. A shuddering breath rippled past his lips when the swollen tip of his shaft traced up and down her slick entrance. Heat lashed through his body. Just at that small touch, desire verging on pain swelled within his chest. He wanted her, wanted inside of her…now.

 

When he felt the head of his erection meet the hard ridge of her pelvic bone, he properly angled himself for entry. An audible hitch in her breath caught his attention and he glanced up to see her staring wide-eyed over her shoulder. During sex, pain was not something that he enjoyed, either giving or receiving. He followed through with his plan and attempted to distract her by running his fingers up and down the slick trail that he had left along her sensitive spine.

 

He gave her no warning when she dropped her head, using the element of surprise to dull the pain of his entry. With one quick shove, cushioned by her thighs, he broke through her barrier and seated himself inside of that constricting tunnel. He met the end of her just short of fully burying himself. Though disappointed, he knew that if he could stretch her even by the smallest amount, he would be completely surrounded by her wet, hot, and tight chamber. If only…

 

With his head down, his chin meeting his chest, he squeezed his eyes shut with the effort to restrain his impulses. His hair, a mercurial curtain of silver, shimmered with the trembling of his struggle for self-control while he waited out her quivering whimpers. As soon as her erratic breathing had calmed, he began to move in short slow glides, carefully stretching and nudging forward.

 

It had been so long since he had been inside of a woman that he was amazed at how incredibly exquisite it felt. Even so, he knew that there was more than this. The feel of her was no less than breathtaking. His chest was tight, his muscles tense as sparks skated through his body with each stroke of his flesh along hers. It felt as though she was clutching him, attempting to impede his withdrawal. The sucking and clenching sensations were gradually building those small sparks into a smoldering fire that was beginning to burn through his veins and he had to either restrain himself or cause her excessive pain.

 

Her body beneath him appeared to be so delicate, no larger than a child. The wings added more fragility to her appearance. Consequently, his desire to take her with every bit of his strength was caged, albeit, just barely. He was perspiring with the effort to use only carefully measured strokes as he clutched her hips, his hands completely encompassing her width. Even as her back arched and her hips lifted, he kept his increasingly rapid strokes gentle, oh so gentle, so painfully gentle.

 

A resonating whine lifted from her throat, growing in intensity, volume and projection. Suddenly, she was on her hands, pushing back into him with what little height she had gained. For a moment, he was hesitant, but then gave her room to position herself in whatever arrangement she desired, all the while, never stilling his movements.

 

She propped herself on her knees, legs still held tightly together. Her body shoved backward, meeting him thrust for thrust, completely enveloping him. Miraculously, she took all of his length within her. Just as he had desired, he was there, in the center of her body. The groan that rumbled around in his chest before breathing out over his lips was completely involuntary.

 

It was at this point of sheer rapture that he lost every bit of his hard won control.

 

Snatching her up, he easily flipped her around to face his chest. With his arms beneath her thighs and his hands tightly gripping her hips, he brought her down, impaling her with his turgid length. Her head fell back as her arms flew up to grab his neck. He lost no time rapidly thrusting into her small body. Faster and faster he immersed his appendage inside of her, the building of his passion overtaking him. In his effort to envelop himself with the very center of her being, he found that he had slipped his arms up the center of her back and pinned her to his chest, allowing for no resistance.

 

The smoldering heat in his veins had long since faded under the fury of a whirlwind of blazing flames. A convection of his youki's making buffeted them, whipping and lifting their hair as the intensity of their passion outshone the glaring, white beams of the moon. With the fervor of flesh against flesh straining to reach that ultimate paroxysm of pain and pleasure, time and space ceased to exist, and in one defining moment, their world exploded into a million blazing suns.

 

Sesshoumaru's body continued to be racked by aftershocks long after his initial release. Her body still tugged at him, keeping him buried deep within or quivering walls. Never in his very long life had he experienced such a powerful climax. It was certainly something to remember, and the importance nothing to undervalue. Still panting, he realized that his head was resting atop hers and he noticed that her arms had fallen away. Had it not been for his sensitive hearing picking up a heartbeat, he would have thought that he was holding a lifeless body. It didn't make one bit of difference as concern took hold of him. She should be moving, breathing heavily. But she wasn't. Not a muscle was twitching. Even her wings were drooping.

 

'What have I done? I've never…'

 

As he angled this strange creature away from him in order to inspect her body, Sesshoumaru's thoughts suddenly traveled to the not so distant past. Not since he had been responsible for Rin's death while seeking more power for Tensaiga had he felt such concern. He had never forgiven himself for that incident. If it hadn't been for his mother, Rin would still be dead, despite the fact that he had traversed the road to hell to return her body to the land of the living. This couldn't happen again. He would not be responsible for the death of another innocent. Not again.

 

Observing the liquid trailing down her cheeks, he realized that they were tears. Fear ripped through him. Quickly spreading her wings, he laid her back down onto his soft fur and closely examined her body, looking for any sign that he had caused permanent, life threatening damage. There seemed to be nothing to explain her current condition. Lifting this strange creature once again, he folded her wings back and laid her on her right side. Lying down in front of her, he protectively tucked her body into his while wrapping his right leg around her.

 

'What is she? A tennyo?'*

 

Sleep did not come easily to the Lord of the West. He contemplated the female that he had just fallen into; and that, with absolutely no resistance whatsoever. She could easily become an addiction. Did he truly want to risk it? Should he get up and walk away? At the very thought, his consciousness was awakened to the pulsing of Tensaiga. No, his father's spirit insisted that he be led down whatever path she chose.

 

He suddenly realized that between the influence of this female and of his father through the fang, his life no longer belonged to him. That simply was not going to happen. The value of his autonomy was much too great. He would not be brought down by something that had the power to destroy his very perception of himself. A lust for fleshly pleasure would never completely override his intellect. This matter would be not different. He would not be leashed by roses and wind chimes.

 

With consternation and a scowl on his face, Sesshoumaru untangled himself from the woman and stood.

 

'She survived without my protection. She does not need it now,' Sesshoumaru sought to convince himself while he stared down at her. Without even realizing it, all of his senses turned to find any detection of threat. Finally realizing what he was doing, he cursed his sudden protectiveness, even while his eyes lingered on her petite form.

 

He would walk away. For the sake of his own sanity, he had no other choice.

 

`Walk away,' he commanded himself.

 

And he did.

 

 

 

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Inuyasha and all associated characters are owned by Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise, and Viz. I make no profit from this story, nor do I intend to. My only goal is to occupy my demented mind with delusions of actually owning a life-sized, anatomically correct Sesshoumaru.