InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Stream of Consciousness: A LiveJournal Collection ❯ Of Love and Lovers ( Chapter 88 )
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By: King Baka 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.22.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 665 | Visits: 694 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.22.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 665 | Visits: 694 | Status: Completed
Title: Of Love and Lovers
Community: IB4Y
Theme: A taste of his own medicine
Place Earned: 2nd
Rating: PG-13
Universe: Pre-Canon
Word count: 500
Summary: The Lady of the West decides to give her husband a taste of his own medicine.
Warnings: mild lime
A/N - this can be considered a companion piece to my last entry, "Final Reflections" (chapter 87 of this collection) but it stands perfectly fine on its own.
Of Love and Lovers
It was with a nervous thrill that the Lady of the West entered her chamber. There he was, lying topless on her bed with one knee bent and an elbow propped underneath him, a sultry smirk curling his breathtakingly handsome features. The Lady gulped, attempting to swallow her anxiety. This was an effort to give her wayward husband and mate a taste of his own medicine. As he enjoyed the human wench, so too would she partake of sexual gratification of the extra-marital sort. As he avoided her touch in favor of another’s, so too would she give her love and desire to a new partner. The trick had been finding a lover who did not fear the wrath of her husband; the young, headstrong, and powerful Lord of the South currently reclining on her bed certainly qualified. At this point, the Lady did not even know if her husband would care.
Perhaps sensing her hesitation, the Lord rose from the bed, stalking seductively toward her. He wrapped his muscular arms around her smaller form, gently holding her as his hot breath wisped provocatively past her ear. He began to nibble on it teasingly as his hands moved to the collar of her robes, slowly drawing them apart until they slipped off her shoulders and pooled at her feet. Now his fingers explored her bare skin, everywhere and nowhere at once, ghosting across the surface in a manner designed to enflame passion.
But the Lady felt no such ardor, no burgeoning excitement, only crushing guilt and remorse. All she could think about were the differences between the Lord’s approach to lovemaking and that utilized by her husband. She had no doubt the Lord was a much better lover, and any woman would be glad to have a mate so attuned to her needs, and so capable of bringing them all to soul-searing completion time and again. Every woman except her.
The Lord moved to kiss her and she turned her head away. He pulled back in confusion, speaking for the first time since her arrival.
“Have I displeased you, my Lady?”
She shook her head sadly. “No, my Lord. I…I am truly sorry for drawing you here. I will attend to your needs,” she declared, starting to drop to her knees before those same strong arms stopped her.
“That is not necessary, my Lady,” he said softly.
She gazed into his eyes, taking in the genuine understanding in those gorgeous emerald orbs, and barely held back her tears. Here she had found a man willing to be more than a simple lover, and she could not have him. The young Lord dressed, placed a tender kiss on her cheek, and left.
The Lady clenched her fist. Her husband was probably at this very moment lying with his human lover, and yet, she was incapable of doing the same. Why couldn’t he be more like me…or I more like him?
Sinking despairingly to her knees, she allowed her tears to fall.
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Community: IB4Y
Theme: A taste of his own medicine
Place Earned: 2nd
Rating: PG-13
Universe: Pre-Canon
Word count: 500
Summary: The Lady of the West decides to give her husband a taste of his own medicine.
Warnings: mild lime
A/N - this can be considered a companion piece to my last entry, "Final Reflections" (chapter 87 of this collection) but it stands perfectly fine on its own.
Of Love and Lovers
It was with a nervous thrill that the Lady of the West entered her chamber. There he was, lying topless on her bed with one knee bent and an elbow propped underneath him, a sultry smirk curling his breathtakingly handsome features. The Lady gulped, attempting to swallow her anxiety. This was an effort to give her wayward husband and mate a taste of his own medicine. As he enjoyed the human wench, so too would she partake of sexual gratification of the extra-marital sort. As he avoided her touch in favor of another’s, so too would she give her love and desire to a new partner. The trick had been finding a lover who did not fear the wrath of her husband; the young, headstrong, and powerful Lord of the South currently reclining on her bed certainly qualified. At this point, the Lady did not even know if her husband would care.
Perhaps sensing her hesitation, the Lord rose from the bed, stalking seductively toward her. He wrapped his muscular arms around her smaller form, gently holding her as his hot breath wisped provocatively past her ear. He began to nibble on it teasingly as his hands moved to the collar of her robes, slowly drawing them apart until they slipped off her shoulders and pooled at her feet. Now his fingers explored her bare skin, everywhere and nowhere at once, ghosting across the surface in a manner designed to enflame passion.
But the Lady felt no such ardor, no burgeoning excitement, only crushing guilt and remorse. All she could think about were the differences between the Lord’s approach to lovemaking and that utilized by her husband. She had no doubt the Lord was a much better lover, and any woman would be glad to have a mate so attuned to her needs, and so capable of bringing them all to soul-searing completion time and again. Every woman except her.
The Lord moved to kiss her and she turned her head away. He pulled back in confusion, speaking for the first time since her arrival.
“Have I displeased you, my Lady?”
She shook her head sadly. “No, my Lord. I…I am truly sorry for drawing you here. I will attend to your needs,” she declared, starting to drop to her knees before those same strong arms stopped her.
“That is not necessary, my Lady,” he said softly.
She gazed into his eyes, taking in the genuine understanding in those gorgeous emerald orbs, and barely held back her tears. Here she had found a man willing to be more than a simple lover, and she could not have him. The young Lord dressed, placed a tender kiss on her cheek, and left.
The Lady clenched her fist. Her husband was probably at this very moment lying with his human lover, and yet, she was incapable of doing the same. Why couldn’t he be more like me…or I more like him?
Sinking despairingly to her knees, she allowed her tears to fall.
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