InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Stranger In My Bed ❯ Chapter 7
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Yoshimi Evangelina 
Rating R/NC17, blood, gore, dragons eating people...
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.21.2004 | Updated On: 04.21.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 226 | Status: Completed
Rating R/NC17, blood, gore, dragons eating people...
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.21.2004 | Updated On: 04.21.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 226 | Status: Completed
“COME OUT SESSHOUMARU!! I CAN SMELL YOU!!!”
The air is laced with the smell of fresh blood, sex, sweat and above all - fear. Standing in the middle of the living room is a huge dragon, it’s serpentine neck stretched forward to gorge its face with fresh meat. I watch the bulge of a body moving up its neck and gag.
Sesshoumaru-sama braces his feet, looking contemptuously at the rider on top of the dragon. The rider appears to be female because of her huge breasts. That is the only indication of any femininity. Her face is completely grotesque beyond description. An eyeball appears larger than the other, and her mouth looks more like an axe wound across her face. A pair of battered wings flap pitifully behind her. In her left hand is a viper wrapped around her arm.
“It’s been a while, Sesshoumaru.” her voice belies her hideousness: it is silken and seductive, a voice you’d hear on a sex-chat commercial.
Sesshoumaru-sama scoffs at her familiarity. “Do not mistake your original incarnation’s memories of me as your own. You are a corrupt imitation of your forerunner.”
“Blame the invaders for my hideousness... it is them that degraded me into this repulsive shape.”
“Blame ‘this‘. Blame ‘that‘. Ever since I came into this world, I’ve heard nothing but complaints and whimpering.”
A sneer breaks across her face like a muscle spasm of bare flesh. “What would you propose, Sesshoumaru?”
“Complete what you came here to do. At least your death will be the most dignity you’ve ever had during your whole pathetic life.”
As if in answer, a battle-cry belches from her lips, she raises her arms and hurls fireballs at Sesshoumaru-sama. He dodges them with grace and ease, my human eyes can hardly register the movement from point to point.
“You DARE to toy with ME?????” she screams in a fury. “I am Astarte!!!!” The dragon is too big and slumberous from its meal. It’s head weaves and winds like a toy snake until Sesshoumaru slashes it off with his bare claws.
The demoness screams in horror: “My BABY!!!!!!!!!!”
The dragon’s headless body takes a step forward, as if trying to look for its head. And then it wobbles, it’s knees buckling from underneath it before falling to the side with a thunderous boom.
The demoness jumps clumsily off it. Stretching her now expansive wings, she folds them back and claps them back together, creating a mini hurricane in Ami-Lee’s living room. Ami-Lee and I are pushed back into her chamber from the sheer force.
Ami-Lee closes the door behind her. “My party’s ruined!!!” she screams in horror, clapping her hands to her face.
I don’t trust myself to say anything, giving her a queer look instead.
“I’d keep the door closed if I were you.” she says as I walk towards it. “You’re probably going to be more of a bother than anything.”
I ignore her and try opening the door. It’s locked.
“Unlock this door.” I tell her, feeling a creeping suspicion up my spine. Why would the door be locked against the people within the room??
“Do you think I’m pretty?”
“You’re as cute as a button. Open this door!!!”
“Cuz I was getting tired of this body. She was a pornstar, you know. She saved up all her money to go home, buy a bakery, settle down. Why on earth would she waste something as precious as this?” She’s looking at me in the full-length mirror, striking a seductive pose and running her hands lingeringly over her breasts and then poking a finger into herself, biting her underlip. The wall shakes as a body - Sesshoumaru-sama’s?- is thrown against it. The flower vase carefully placed on the mantel-piece breaks on the floor.
“I don’t think this is the time...”
“Ordinarily I wouldn’t take to such a plain, tomboy body like yours, but if it’ll get me some TLC with that hunk of a man...” she approaches me with a gamine determination in her face.
“Don’t you dare...” I warn her, guessing her machinations. I whirl around and club her with a chair. I’m expecting the chair to break into a pile of matchsticks and incur no actual damage. Imagine my joy when she falls to the ground like an ordinary human being. I hear more explosions from outside. Sesshoumaru-sama yells something like “dekuzu” but the sound is muffled by the wall.
“Apparently succubi don’t have demonic strength.” I say, partially relieved and triumphant at the same time. I‘m finally coming up against somebody with the same amount of strength. She turns with murder in her eyes, touching her broken nose: “You’re going to pay for that!”
“Bring it on then, bitch.” I growl.
The plaster falls off the wall as something else gets thrown against it. She screams and reaches for my neck, but I dodge in time and push her into the mirror behind me. It shatters into a few huge shards. She startles me by throwing a flaming candelabra at me. I yell in pain as the flames burn my skin. Taking the opportunity of surprise, she manages to pin me to the bed, trying to strangle me. What is it with me and strangulation????
“Is this how your boyfriend fucked you last night?” she taunts me. The shadows in the candlelight contort her face into a mask of cruel glee. “Don’t bother denying it, I can see his marks on your neck... I bet you were screaming for more, you frigid bitch.” To my horror, she bends over to lick me on the side of my face.
She straddles me so that my arms are caught under her legs and all I can do is wriggle. I head-butt her in repulsion, but she’s gained more strength now. “Open wide, sweetie...”
Her tongue folds back against the back of her throat and she seems like she’s going to retch. She vomits an eel-like creature from her mouth. Bile, mucus, pus, her last meal spills onto my face in a wet, sticky, pungent splat. The eel flips with astounding dexterity, trying to wedge itself between my lips and I’m trying so hard not to let the putrid smell force me to open my mouth!! This must be the actual succubus - living in a human body like a parasite!
Her dragon feet bite into my thighs forcing me to scream!!! She smiles maliciously as I struggle.
A kick of adrenalin and desperation thrills up my spine and I rock her off. Grabbing the mirror shard in my hand, I slice into the eel, cutting it into several pieces. Ami-Lee’s body is still twitching. I bury the mirror shard in her chest, a splinter breaks off into my palm. Her eyes look at me one last time. I realize this must be the true owner of the body looking at me.
“Thank you.” she breathes in relief, giving me a smile as pure as sunlit afternoons and cotton candy. She puts a hand on my arm before crumbling into dust.
After that whole nightmare, I do what any human being would do: Throw up. I notice the pieces of the succubus squirming towards me like a pile of lacerated slugs. Building a fire, I toss all the squirming pieces of the eel into the fire and watch them burn and squeal with satisfaction.
I try unlocking the door and find a secret latch I hadn’t noticed before. Coming outside, Sesshoumaru-sama is still fighting the demoness. It seems like he’s playing with her - he floats like a firefly against that ponderous giantess. Both her wings lie twitching on the ground now. Her huge breasts heave as she takes heavy breaths.
Sesshoumaru-sama lops both her arms off. The viper tries to slither away, but he crushes it with his foot.
The demoness staggers backwards until her back is against the dragon’s body, black blood gushing from her wounds. She sweats black drops all over her body. She slumps to the ground in defeat.
He stands over her, magnificent, formidable. His boa writhes over his shoulder, his hair is incandescent and perfect.
“When did you become so cruel and ruthless, Sesshoumaru?” she asks in a little girl voice. “I remember a young boy, whose eyes glowed like amber when he caught a grasshopper in the field; who loved to watch the cherry blossoms fall in spring. Do you remember how your mother laughed when you chased her with that frog? I can still hear her now...”
He clenches his fists. With one swipe, her head rolls over the ground and lands at my feet.
“Sesshoumaru-sama!!” I yell, rushing forward. He’s clutching his side again.
Upon my approach, he covers his face with his sleeve. “Search for a bathing room before you approach me.”
“But your wound...”
He shakes his head vehemently. Suddenly the lights come on, and I watch the buildings of Toronto light up across the city in flashing sequence.
“The power’s back on!!!” I yell ecstatically.
I take a quick shower in Ami-Lee’s bathroom, hoping security doesn‘t come up to check what all the noise is about. The glass splinter is still in my hand. I pick it out with an eyebrow plucker and move to throw it out when I look in the mirror and see Stranger’s medicine bag hanging around my neck.
“For the real Ami-Lee.” I say, putting the shard into my bag.
The air is laced with the smell of fresh blood, sex, sweat and above all - fear. Standing in the middle of the living room is a huge dragon, it’s serpentine neck stretched forward to gorge its face with fresh meat. I watch the bulge of a body moving up its neck and gag.
Sesshoumaru-sama braces his feet, looking contemptuously at the rider on top of the dragon. The rider appears to be female because of her huge breasts. That is the only indication of any femininity. Her face is completely grotesque beyond description. An eyeball appears larger than the other, and her mouth looks more like an axe wound across her face. A pair of battered wings flap pitifully behind her. In her left hand is a viper wrapped around her arm.
“It’s been a while, Sesshoumaru.” her voice belies her hideousness: it is silken and seductive, a voice you’d hear on a sex-chat commercial.
Sesshoumaru-sama scoffs at her familiarity. “Do not mistake your original incarnation’s memories of me as your own. You are a corrupt imitation of your forerunner.”
“Blame the invaders for my hideousness... it is them that degraded me into this repulsive shape.”
“Blame ‘this‘. Blame ‘that‘. Ever since I came into this world, I’ve heard nothing but complaints and whimpering.”
A sneer breaks across her face like a muscle spasm of bare flesh. “What would you propose, Sesshoumaru?”
“Complete what you came here to do. At least your death will be the most dignity you’ve ever had during your whole pathetic life.”
As if in answer, a battle-cry belches from her lips, she raises her arms and hurls fireballs at Sesshoumaru-sama. He dodges them with grace and ease, my human eyes can hardly register the movement from point to point.
“You DARE to toy with ME?????” she screams in a fury. “I am Astarte!!!!” The dragon is too big and slumberous from its meal. It’s head weaves and winds like a toy snake until Sesshoumaru slashes it off with his bare claws.
The demoness screams in horror: “My BABY!!!!!!!!!!”
The dragon’s headless body takes a step forward, as if trying to look for its head. And then it wobbles, it’s knees buckling from underneath it before falling to the side with a thunderous boom.
The demoness jumps clumsily off it. Stretching her now expansive wings, she folds them back and claps them back together, creating a mini hurricane in Ami-Lee’s living room. Ami-Lee and I are pushed back into her chamber from the sheer force.
Ami-Lee closes the door behind her. “My party’s ruined!!!” she screams in horror, clapping her hands to her face.
I don’t trust myself to say anything, giving her a queer look instead.
“I’d keep the door closed if I were you.” she says as I walk towards it. “You’re probably going to be more of a bother than anything.”
I ignore her and try opening the door. It’s locked.
“Unlock this door.” I tell her, feeling a creeping suspicion up my spine. Why would the door be locked against the people within the room??
“Do you think I’m pretty?”
“You’re as cute as a button. Open this door!!!”
“Cuz I was getting tired of this body. She was a pornstar, you know. She saved up all her money to go home, buy a bakery, settle down. Why on earth would she waste something as precious as this?” She’s looking at me in the full-length mirror, striking a seductive pose and running her hands lingeringly over her breasts and then poking a finger into herself, biting her underlip. The wall shakes as a body - Sesshoumaru-sama’s?- is thrown against it. The flower vase carefully placed on the mantel-piece breaks on the floor.
“I don’t think this is the time...”
“Ordinarily I wouldn’t take to such a plain, tomboy body like yours, but if it’ll get me some TLC with that hunk of a man...” she approaches me with a gamine determination in her face.
“Don’t you dare...” I warn her, guessing her machinations. I whirl around and club her with a chair. I’m expecting the chair to break into a pile of matchsticks and incur no actual damage. Imagine my joy when she falls to the ground like an ordinary human being. I hear more explosions from outside. Sesshoumaru-sama yells something like “dekuzu” but the sound is muffled by the wall.
“Apparently succubi don’t have demonic strength.” I say, partially relieved and triumphant at the same time. I‘m finally coming up against somebody with the same amount of strength. She turns with murder in her eyes, touching her broken nose: “You’re going to pay for that!”
“Bring it on then, bitch.” I growl.
The plaster falls off the wall as something else gets thrown against it. She screams and reaches for my neck, but I dodge in time and push her into the mirror behind me. It shatters into a few huge shards. She startles me by throwing a flaming candelabra at me. I yell in pain as the flames burn my skin. Taking the opportunity of surprise, she manages to pin me to the bed, trying to strangle me. What is it with me and strangulation????
“Is this how your boyfriend fucked you last night?” she taunts me. The shadows in the candlelight contort her face into a mask of cruel glee. “Don’t bother denying it, I can see his marks on your neck... I bet you were screaming for more, you frigid bitch.” To my horror, she bends over to lick me on the side of my face.
She straddles me so that my arms are caught under her legs and all I can do is wriggle. I head-butt her in repulsion, but she’s gained more strength now. “Open wide, sweetie...”
Her tongue folds back against the back of her throat and she seems like she’s going to retch. She vomits an eel-like creature from her mouth. Bile, mucus, pus, her last meal spills onto my face in a wet, sticky, pungent splat. The eel flips with astounding dexterity, trying to wedge itself between my lips and I’m trying so hard not to let the putrid smell force me to open my mouth!! This must be the actual succubus - living in a human body like a parasite!
Her dragon feet bite into my thighs forcing me to scream!!! She smiles maliciously as I struggle.
A kick of adrenalin and desperation thrills up my spine and I rock her off. Grabbing the mirror shard in my hand, I slice into the eel, cutting it into several pieces. Ami-Lee’s body is still twitching. I bury the mirror shard in her chest, a splinter breaks off into my palm. Her eyes look at me one last time. I realize this must be the true owner of the body looking at me.
“Thank you.” she breathes in relief, giving me a smile as pure as sunlit afternoons and cotton candy. She puts a hand on my arm before crumbling into dust.
After that whole nightmare, I do what any human being would do: Throw up. I notice the pieces of the succubus squirming towards me like a pile of lacerated slugs. Building a fire, I toss all the squirming pieces of the eel into the fire and watch them burn and squeal with satisfaction.
I try unlocking the door and find a secret latch I hadn’t noticed before. Coming outside, Sesshoumaru-sama is still fighting the demoness. It seems like he’s playing with her - he floats like a firefly against that ponderous giantess. Both her wings lie twitching on the ground now. Her huge breasts heave as she takes heavy breaths.
Sesshoumaru-sama lops both her arms off. The viper tries to slither away, but he crushes it with his foot.
The demoness staggers backwards until her back is against the dragon’s body, black blood gushing from her wounds. She sweats black drops all over her body. She slumps to the ground in defeat.
He stands over her, magnificent, formidable. His boa writhes over his shoulder, his hair is incandescent and perfect.
“When did you become so cruel and ruthless, Sesshoumaru?” she asks in a little girl voice. “I remember a young boy, whose eyes glowed like amber when he caught a grasshopper in the field; who loved to watch the cherry blossoms fall in spring. Do you remember how your mother laughed when you chased her with that frog? I can still hear her now...”
He clenches his fists. With one swipe, her head rolls over the ground and lands at my feet.
“Sesshoumaru-sama!!” I yell, rushing forward. He’s clutching his side again.
Upon my approach, he covers his face with his sleeve. “Search for a bathing room before you approach me.”
“But your wound...”
He shakes his head vehemently. Suddenly the lights come on, and I watch the buildings of Toronto light up across the city in flashing sequence.
“The power’s back on!!!” I yell ecstatically.
I take a quick shower in Ami-Lee’s bathroom, hoping security doesn‘t come up to check what all the noise is about. The glass splinter is still in my hand. I pick it out with an eyebrow plucker and move to throw it out when I look in the mirror and see Stranger’s medicine bag hanging around my neck.
“For the real Ami-Lee.” I say, putting the shard into my bag.