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

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PLEASE READ: In an effort to stop anyone from accusing me of plaguerizing my own work again, I am hereby announcing that my former penname here on MM.org is "InuAniManiac". As I go by the penname "GrammyInuLvr" over at Eternal Destiny and have been lucky enough to win a couple of awards over there, I wanted to keep consistent and therefore have created a new account here at MM.org under this pennname (GrammyInuLvr). I cannot delete InuAniManiac or I would. MM.org does not provide for deletion of accounts at this time. So, just to reiterate what I've said, InuAniManiac and GrammyInuLvr are one and the same person ... me. Please do not accuse me of plaguerizing my own work. Thank you!

Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 07.31.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.4K | Visits: 3.3K | Status: Completed

Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha or any of its characters. They are the sole property of Rumiko Takahashi. No money is made from my works. They are for entertainment purposes only.

Seven

Six. Six weeks. Six excruciating Saturdays of waiting, watching and wanting, to be exact. Many women had attempted to seduce the gorgeous young man with the powerful physique and strong, handsome visage over the past few weeks. However, their unwanted attentions were simply dismissed with a firm “not interested” or a resounding “fuck off” for those that didn't take the not-so-subtle hint the first time. Tonight was number seven and the determined figure with the unruly obsidian mane and beautiful indigo eyes fully intended to make it lucky.

The muscles of his biceps bunched as he pushed his six-foot frame away from its resting place against the smooth mahogany wood of the bar. Long, determined strides carried him across the smoke-filled club to the object of his seven-week obsession. Halting just over the edge of the polished dance floor, his deep blue pools drank in the curvaceous body of the beauty that had captured his attention the first week he visited the club. That first clash of chocolate and indigo had effectively ensnared him. He had made no move to approach her over the last weeks, simply content to let his hot gaze and body language speak for him. But playtime was over.

He weaved his indigo web around her, entrapping her. She was transfixed as he conveyed his silent promise that he was no longer content to look and not touch. Tonight was the night that he would take her, as his body had demanded of him that first night. Tonight would be their lucky number seven.

Pushing through the crowd, he finally stood before the woman that had invaded his every thought and whom was solely responsible for his every wet dream over the past seven weeks. Less than a foot separating them, he could feel the heat and desire radiating off of her. It was intoxicating and he was more than willing to imbibe.

Swiftly closing the distance between them, he reached for her with strong arms. One encircled her waist, roughly dragging her against his hard body. The other came up to fist his hand in her long, thick, wavy tresses, baring her neck as he leaned in to inhale deeply of her alluring scent. She smelled of sweat and arousal, a potent combination to a dog like him. His erect cock was straining painfully against the zipper of his tight jeans, begging to be let out to play.

The desire in her eyes was plain to see as they darkened to almost black. She fisted her own dainty hands in the front of his shirt as a low moan escaped her parted lips on a rush of hot breath. Her knees went weak as she felt the tip of his hot, wet tongue burn a path from collarbone to ear. Pulling back slightly, he flashed his pearly whites and she was convinced right then and there that her entire body was about to turn to liquid and pool at his feet.

She had noticed the cream-worthy boy seven weeks ago. Who couldn't help but ogle his incredible physic, waist-length obsidian tresses that would make most women green with envy, soul-searching deep blue eyes and beautiful features. He exuded dominant masculinity, a veritable Adonis, and he wanted her. He had made that abundantly clear without a word the first night she had felt his eyes upon her.

Week after week, she flaunted herself out on the dance floor, practically begging him with her motions to take her. However, he had never made a move to touch her with anything but his gaze … until now. Bringing up her dainty hands, she pushed aside the collar of his silk shirt to get to the smooth, warm skin of his powerful neck underneath.

Pushing his denim- restrained, fully engorged cock into her belly, he traced the shell of her ear with his wet tongue and nibbled on the fleshy lobe before murmuring, “Let's get the fuck outta here.” Grabbing an ass cheek in each hand, he lifted her up. With a little squeal, she quickly wrapped her long legs around his waist and buried her burning face in his chest.

Ignoring the gawks and pointing fingers from the other occupants of the dance floor, his quickened stride led them to the exit, out into the cool night air and directly to his awaiting ride. Unwinding her legs from his waist, he held her close as she slid down his hardened length. Her feet having obtained purchase on the concrete, he kept one arm securely around her waist while reaching for a helmet with the other.

“Here, put this on.” He commanded in a low, firm voice. He released her long enough to swing his powerful leg over said vehicle then grasped her hand to help her slide on behind him. Eyeing the crotch rocket, she allowed him to pull her on behind him. “Hold on tight.” He instructed as she clasped her arms tightly around his trim waist.

Their late night flight took them into the rolling countryside. The thought that she should be terrified at being alone with this volatile man in the middle of nowhere was fleeting. She instinctively knew she could trust this man. Call it a gut feeling, and hers had never failed her yet.

Pulling off the road, he maneuvered down what looked to be a seldom-used path that meandered through some dense brush and forest to open into a small clearing of lush grass. Stopping the cycle, he quickly slid off and offered his hand to help her dismount. Standing in front of her, he reached under her chin to unfasten the strap. Placing a hand on either side of the helmet, he removed it slowly and dropped it on the grass.

Lifting his hands, he cupped her chin and brushed the hair out of her face as his full lips descended hungrily upon hers. He felt her hands caress his chest on their upward trek to wind around his neck. She pulled him closer as he invaded her mouth with his long, hot tongue, sucking in a sharp breath as her hard nipples brushed against him through their clothing.

As their slick appendages battled for dominance, he turned her, pushing her down to a seated position on the back of the leather seat of his bike. Both panting heavily, he broke the kiss to begin slowly unbuttoning her shirt. His impatient hands finally parted the fabric to reveal the soft mounds of her firm breasts peaking out over the top of her bra. Licking his lips hungrily, he eyed the glorious sight before him, leaning forward to nip at the hardened nipples tenting the lace before unclasping and removing the offending garment all together.

Fisting her hands in his thick, jet locks, she moaned, her head falling back in ecstasy when she felt his wet tongue flick her engorged buds. He was relentless in his pursuit of her sensitive flesh; licking, nibbling and suckling first one then the other before turning them lose to lick and nip a return path to her throat and ear.

“Baby, I'm gonna fuck you seven ways from Sunday.” The sexy timber of his voice, the wicked promise of his words and the cool breeze caressing her saliva-bathed skin all combined to bring forth goose bumps on her tingling flesh. A rush of heat collided between her legs and her heart slammed against her ribcage.

“You've been begging me to give you my cock ever since that first night. I could see it in your eyes.” He seduced her with words as he prepared her body for his physical seduction.

Grabbing her hand and placing it against his straining erection, he taunted her further, whispering his filthy intentions into her ear. “Feel how hard my dick is, Baby? I'm gonna fuck you long. I'm gonna fuck you hard. I'm gonna make you scream `til you lose your voice.”

Lifting himself away from her, he quickly divested both of their clothing. He smirked arrogantly when he heard her sharp intake of breath as his thick cock sprung happily from its confines. Leaning in to take her lips once again, he gently pushed her down to lay her back on the soft leather of the seat.

Releasing her lips, he looked into her eyes. “But first, I'm gonna eat you like I'm a starving man and your pussy's an all-you-can-eat buffet.”

Quickly, he spread her legs and bent between her thighs. Without warning, he plunged his tongue deep into her dripping folds eliciting a loud gasp from her kiss-swollen lips. Focusing on her swollen nub, he greedily licked and sucked it. He took it between his teeth, nibbling and flicking, until her moans grew feverish and she was writhing beneath him, her juices flowing like a river down his chin.

“Oh, God!” She panted and moaned. “Please, don't stop.”

Smirking, he brought up a long finger and unceremoniously rammed it into her virginal rectal passage. At the sudden unexpected intrusion, her ass came up off the bike seat. Pushing on her abdomen to settle her back down, he began to pump his finger into her tight sheath. When she began to buck against his face and hand, he added another long digit. Between the delicious sensation of his fingers pumping in and out of her ass and the thumping of his tongue against her clit, she could hold back no longer and plummeted headlong into the abyss of a blinding orgasm.

Before she could descend back to earth, he was pressing the head of his massive cock at her sodden entrance. Leaning over to flick a swollen nipple with his love soaked tongue, he continued his erotic word torture. “Baby, I'm gonna shove my cock in you so deep, you'll be blowing me in reverse.”

He lifted her legs and placed her feet on this shoulders, pulling her ass closer to the edge of the seat as he straddled the back wheel. The softness of his hair tickled her toes as she wrapped her feet around the back of his neck. Lifting her arms over her head, she grabbed the gas tank on either side with her hands to steady herself.

Grabbing the base of his engorged dick with one hand and wrapping the other around her thigh, he lined up the head with her dripping hole and rammed it home, sheathing himself to the hilt. Rolling his eyes back in his head, he murmured, “Oh my God. You're so fuckin' tight.”

“Fuck, you're huge.” She breathed, as her inner walls stretched to accommodate his huge staff.

Wrapping the hand formerly holding his dick around her other thigh, he began a slow rhythm, pulling out until only his head remained, only to ram back into her as far as he could go. Her tight pussy and his heavy balls were the only things keeping his cock from hitting the inside of her stomach with his hard strokes.

Their grunts and groans filled the clearing, the slap of sweaty skin against sweaty skin becoming an erotic concerto. Increasing his speed, he ground into her over and over again. Her moans and whimpers awakening an animalistic instinct in him. Bearing his teeth, he gripped her thighs harder and barked, “You dirty little bitch. You want me to fuck you till you can't walk, don't you?”

At the angle in which he had her, every deep thrust was hitting her erogenous zone, awakening the dormant volcano inside her. Incapable of speech, she could do little more than moan in ecstasy as each stroke of his hard shaft brought her closer and closer to erupting.

“Answer me, bitch! I said you want me to fuck you `til you can't walk. Right?” He roared, becoming incensed in his lust when she did not answer immediately.

Grinding her teeth together, she hissed, “Y-Yeaahh, you arrogant fuckwad. Fuck me. Split me in two, Baby!”

That was all he needed to hear. Flashing an approving smile, he redoubled his efforts and soon felt the telltale tightening in his groin. Feeling her walls begin to ripple around him, he slammed into her as far as his balls would let him as both screamed out their orgasms to the night.

He pumped a few more times until he felt his cock began to go flaccid. Breathing heavily, he lowered her legs to either side of his hips and leaned over to place small kisses on her stomach and the undersides of her breasts. He felt her shift, then felt her soothing fingertips in his tangled mass of hair gently massaging his scalp.

Legs beginning to shake in the aftermath of their torrid sex-capade, he put his arms around her back and lifted her off the bike. Cradling her to his chest, he lowered them both to the soft earth. They both rolled to their backs, inhaling deeply of the cool night air in an attempt to bring their breathing back to normal.

Heartbeat and breathing once again normal, he rolled over to his side and propped his head up in his hand to gaze down at the lovely vixen before him.

Reaching up and running her fingers through his thick bangs, she smiled lazily at him and asked, “So, what's your name?”

Grinning like a fool, he replied. “InuYasha. And what should I call you?”

Tracing his full lips with the soft fleshy pad of her fingertip, she shrugged. “What do you want to call me?”

Lifting deep blue eyes to the heavens, he pursed his lips in thought while he considered her question. Finally dropping his gaze to look deeply into her dark pools, he smirked and replied, “In-u-g..r..r..r..l,” drawing the last bit out with a growl.

The beauty beneath him scrunched her dark brows together in confusion and laughed. “What? Why that?”

“'Cause now that I've been there, there's no place else I'd rather be.” He murmured with a lecherous smirk right before his lips captured hers to signify the start of Round 2.

~Fin