InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Sweet Dreams ❯ SD ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: abraxas_ren 
Disclaimer: The characters of InuYasha are not mine, they are property of Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise, and Viz. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Vignette | Uploaded On: 06.28.2008 | Updated On: 06.28.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 973 | Visits: 884 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: The characters of InuYasha are not mine, they are property of Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise, and Viz. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Vignette | Uploaded On: 06.28.2008 | Updated On: 06.28.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 973 | Visits: 884 | Status: Completed
“Sweet Dreams” by Abraxas (2003-12-20)
Framed by the unnumbered stars, the moon gazed above while below the air stirred the unwatched campfires. All about and within that clearing was asleep with dream. All, too, was silent but for the winds that howled through the forests.
Inuyasha awoke with a start – an eruption of gasp – alarmed, as it were, by the lure of a scent. Exotic but familiar, it overpowered his acute senses and his better judgment. The half-demon’s amber eyes explored the scene, searched through the cloak of darkness and shadow that veiled the landscape until at last he discovered its source. A figure lay curled below the long, wide branch between his legs – it was her! – and he fancied she had not been under him that way earlier that night.
Dewy leaves dropped onto her dry face as he tumbled from on-high. As he clamored to the ground. Then, standing between the campsite and the wilderness, he paused for a moment.
She looks so beautiful. What’s she dreaming, I wonder.
Perhaps he ought to huddle against her? Perhaps he ought to return to the tree and attend to the watch? But it was too late to go back, too early to go forward. Rather, he tucked her into the blanket she left near the fire, stealing an innocent if illegitimate feel of skin.
He needed to get away – away – to the lake. He started at once but even as fast as he was, the scent was strong still. It permeated the air, it could not, would not, be escaped.
Inuyasha reached the edge of the pond and sighed. Looking across its waves, the infinite universe seemed reflected along its surface and from time to time the astral image intermingled with hers. He disrobed next to a rectangular sheet of rock, folding his clothes of red and white onto the ground. As naked as the day he was born, he shivered amid the zephyrs teasing his hairless chest, brushing his silvery mane. One step at a time he inched into the waters, letting it envelope his body.
Was he alone? Was he ever really alone? Or did not eyes, cold and lifeless, stare through the shapeless voids betwixt the woods? No – no – or he would have noticed it from the first. Abominations of any stripe were nowhere to be found for miles. He was safe and she was too.
She consumed his waking-life yet that was not enough; now she ventured into his dreams. Shutting his eyes, he let his hands wander down his chest, his sides, down his aching, throbbing erection. It would not take long for that welcomed release, it had been ages or certainly it felt like it had been ages since last he had been alone with his thoughts, as base and impure as they were wont to be.
“Hmmm, hmmm, argh!” he groaned, the water’s splashing muffling though not deafening his vocalizations.
You come to me – we huddle close together in the dead of night in each other’s arms – if it were only our bodies, our naked bodies, pressing and rubbing against another – your flesh, your flesh!
“Ohhh, mmmh, mmmh!” he moaned, fearing the sounds of his breathless, frantic passion might alert an interloper.
He raced to the flat-faced rock and straddled its nearest corner.
The scent. It was coming anew from the fabric of his clothes. Exhilarating, tantalizing, it fanned the flames licking between his legs.
He clasped his cock and cupped his balls with refreshed vigor.
Make me yours, be my master!
“Argh, ohhh!” he exhaled.
I’m yours, I’m yours – take my flesh – stroke my skin! Your slightest touch brings me to ecstasy.
“Don’t be afraid, I cannot hurt you, I’m not like those other demons.”
Let me grow inside you – you do want it? – oh, yes, yes, you do want it!
The fantasy simmered out of mind into reality. The feeling was real as if her hands enveloped and fondled his immature teenage manhood. The sensation was vivid as though she excited him onward from one pang of forbidden pleasure to the next. His ripped body tensed, flexing and stiffening with the frenzy of his on-coming climax.
Bucking forward, thrusting back, the force of that final, last jerk was unstoppable. He wanted to explode for her, into her, all-over her. And then the world stopped as her scent infused into his senses. He opened his eyes – loud gasps passed his wet lips – he watched while he shot his load with each and every shudder. The squirts of hot, white juice landed into the waters like stones, their random, rippled waves destroying her image that had been forming upon the lake’s surface.
The sight faded into oblivion. The scent, too, diffused. Where once it was strong, now it was captured only by memory. Yet he could not escape it. It was as if its absence was a greater mental weight than its presence.
Inuyasha sat upon the rock, its stony corner jetting out between his legs.
“Was it not real?” he asked while he washed his limp and spent flesh. Bringing his hands to his face, the ash-colored remnants of that night’s fiery tryst proved the truth of what it had been all along. Licking those juices clean off of his fingers, he sighed as he whispered: “Sweet dreams, Kagome.”
END
Framed by the unnumbered stars, the moon gazed above while below the air stirred the unwatched campfires. All about and within that clearing was asleep with dream. All, too, was silent but for the winds that howled through the forests.
Inuyasha awoke with a start – an eruption of gasp – alarmed, as it were, by the lure of a scent. Exotic but familiar, it overpowered his acute senses and his better judgment. The half-demon’s amber eyes explored the scene, searched through the cloak of darkness and shadow that veiled the landscape until at last he discovered its source. A figure lay curled below the long, wide branch between his legs – it was her! – and he fancied she had not been under him that way earlier that night.
Dewy leaves dropped onto her dry face as he tumbled from on-high. As he clamored to the ground. Then, standing between the campsite and the wilderness, he paused for a moment.
She looks so beautiful. What’s she dreaming, I wonder.
Perhaps he ought to huddle against her? Perhaps he ought to return to the tree and attend to the watch? But it was too late to go back, too early to go forward. Rather, he tucked her into the blanket she left near the fire, stealing an innocent if illegitimate feel of skin.
He needed to get away – away – to the lake. He started at once but even as fast as he was, the scent was strong still. It permeated the air, it could not, would not, be escaped.
Inuyasha reached the edge of the pond and sighed. Looking across its waves, the infinite universe seemed reflected along its surface and from time to time the astral image intermingled with hers. He disrobed next to a rectangular sheet of rock, folding his clothes of red and white onto the ground. As naked as the day he was born, he shivered amid the zephyrs teasing his hairless chest, brushing his silvery mane. One step at a time he inched into the waters, letting it envelope his body.
Was he alone? Was he ever really alone? Or did not eyes, cold and lifeless, stare through the shapeless voids betwixt the woods? No – no – or he would have noticed it from the first. Abominations of any stripe were nowhere to be found for miles. He was safe and she was too.
She consumed his waking-life yet that was not enough; now she ventured into his dreams. Shutting his eyes, he let his hands wander down his chest, his sides, down his aching, throbbing erection. It would not take long for that welcomed release, it had been ages or certainly it felt like it had been ages since last he had been alone with his thoughts, as base and impure as they were wont to be.
“Hmmm, hmmm, argh!” he groaned, the water’s splashing muffling though not deafening his vocalizations.
You come to me – we huddle close together in the dead of night in each other’s arms – if it were only our bodies, our naked bodies, pressing and rubbing against another – your flesh, your flesh!
“Ohhh, mmmh, mmmh!” he moaned, fearing the sounds of his breathless, frantic passion might alert an interloper.
He raced to the flat-faced rock and straddled its nearest corner.
The scent. It was coming anew from the fabric of his clothes. Exhilarating, tantalizing, it fanned the flames licking between his legs.
He clasped his cock and cupped his balls with refreshed vigor.
Make me yours, be my master!
“Argh, ohhh!” he exhaled.
I’m yours, I’m yours – take my flesh – stroke my skin! Your slightest touch brings me to ecstasy.
“Don’t be afraid, I cannot hurt you, I’m not like those other demons.”
Let me grow inside you – you do want it? – oh, yes, yes, you do want it!
The fantasy simmered out of mind into reality. The feeling was real as if her hands enveloped and fondled his immature teenage manhood. The sensation was vivid as though she excited him onward from one pang of forbidden pleasure to the next. His ripped body tensed, flexing and stiffening with the frenzy of his on-coming climax.
Bucking forward, thrusting back, the force of that final, last jerk was unstoppable. He wanted to explode for her, into her, all-over her. And then the world stopped as her scent infused into his senses. He opened his eyes – loud gasps passed his wet lips – he watched while he shot his load with each and every shudder. The squirts of hot, white juice landed into the waters like stones, their random, rippled waves destroying her image that had been forming upon the lake’s surface.
The sight faded into oblivion. The scent, too, diffused. Where once it was strong, now it was captured only by memory. Yet he could not escape it. It was as if its absence was a greater mental weight than its presence.
Inuyasha sat upon the rock, its stony corner jetting out between his legs.
“Was it not real?” he asked while he washed his limp and spent flesh. Bringing his hands to his face, the ash-colored remnants of that night’s fiery tryst proved the truth of what it had been all along. Licking those juices clean off of his fingers, he sighed as he whispered: “Sweet dreams, Kagome.”
END