InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Bond of Blood ❯ The Bond of Blood ( Chapter 1 )

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This is the first drabble I've done in one person's POV. It is Dark for a reason.

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Hematolagnia (Blood Fetish)- "is a context used to describe the sexual interest or paraphillia (refers to traits/behaviors involving nonstandard or unusual sexual interest) for blood as defined by Renfield's syndrome, or as a sexual interest for blood within BDSM or Vampire lifestyles(not always). Within the BDSM lifestyle the acts of using blood for sexual arousal are known as bloodsports or bloodplay" Cited from Wikipedia ( http: // en. wikipedia. org / wiki / Bloodplay )

Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Hentai / Drama | Type: Vignette | Uploaded On: 10.27.2008 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Completed

The Bond of Blood

By Inu Hanyou Nikkie

Character(S): InuYasha/Kagome

Genre: Hentai-ish, psychological, angst, dark-ish

Word Count: 1497

Warning:

Summary: I think it started after the incident with the spider-heads that I slowly started to crave seeing. . . and feeling his blood painting his body. . .

Disclaimer : I do not own nor make any monies off of Inuyasha and the gang. No, that pleasure completely belongs to the Goddess Rumiko Takahashi and known affiliates. I am only using them for pure entertainment value.

The Bond of Blood

I think my obsession. . . my sick need. . . for InuYasha's blood started after the incident with the spider-heads. I know if InuYasha knew my perverse need and desire to see his blood painting his body he would hate me and look upon me with disgust for being so vile. . . .

It started so slowly, so innocently enough. . . my hanyou would get injured and bloodied from battles and I would tend his wounds. I would tenderly, lovingly wipe his blood away from his wounds applying salves and bandages. I would cry for his pain, for being so weak that I couldn't do much to lessen the damages he would always take for me. I would marvel at how he healed without scars or blemish.

When exactly was the turning point that his blood went from a natural sight in me to having fire course through my veins and light an inferno between my legs, I don't think I'll ever know. Seeing it splashed across his body, drawing thick lines that wormed its way about his smooth silk skin.

It drew me in. . . Captivated me. . . lured me with its siren song. . .

What really drove it home for me was the night that InuYasha was sleeping from the pain-reducing drink Kaede gave to him that I crawled over on my hands and knees to my hanyou's topless, prone slumbering body and gently eased back his bandages to let one minor cut break apart and start bleeding again. I watched entranced by the welling up of his crimson life essence in pearls before they turned into trailing drips. Painting his flesh. I licked my lips like a famished person before a feast. Using a trembling fingertip to catch a few drips and I brought them to my lips. Applying them like lipstick. I groaned under my breath as my eyes squeezed shut.

It felt. . . so good. . . so very good.

I licked his blood from my lips, a tangy, electrical, coppery taste that was so masculine, so completely InuYasha at the same time. It sent a small jolt through my whole body and I shuddered in a small orgasm.

The next night I did the same thing.

I would apply his blood to my lips groaning before I licked it off and doing it again. . . and again. . . and again. . . until he healed.

I would never intentionally harm my sweet hanyou that is something as sick and twisted as I am would never ever do.

I would only go after freshly healing wounds that could re-open easily. And I would only do this when he is wounded from battles.

I escalated my sickness. . . I have started applying his blood to my nipples and licking it off. . .

He is going to hate me so much. . .

I am horrible! I'm the monster! Me, not him!! Not my beloved pure hanyou!! Why can't you people see that!! These villagers calling him tainted for having both human and youkai blood! Why can't they see how InuYasha's blood is on my lips! Rubbed into my cheeks like rouge! Why can't they see how it circles my nipples from where I placed his blood only to suck it off and do it all over again!

This is it!

I can't believe I was so foolish to try this now!

It'll happen now. . .

InuYasha is going to say he hates me. . .

That he never wants to see my face again. . .

That he'll find the Pure and Beautiful. . . and Un-Tainted Kikyou to help him. . .

He is going to look at me with disgust!!

Why did I try when he didn't have anything to help him to sleep or ease his pain!!

Why did you catch me?!

You needed to catch me!

I needed you to catch me!!

Somebody. . . stop. . . me. . .

“Kagome? Why are crying? Don't you know I hate it when you cry?”

“But I'm sick InuYasha, I'm very, very sick. . .”

“We are close to Kaede's! I can take you there right now! Please! I'm sorry I didn't sense it sooner, Kagome!” InuYasha was immediately next to me, holding me gently, close as he tried vainly to scent out where I was sick. . . to find the odor of sickness.

“InuYasha. . . Please. . . stop. . . you can't smell this sickness. . . it's in my head. . . my soul that is sick. . . and. . . I'm so-so. . . so-sorry. . . I'm a monster. . .” I hung my head in such weighing shame as I sobbed.

My Hanyou gathered me up in his arms and leapt up into the highest tree he could swiftly see. Settling down on a branch that allowed for zero visibility from below, we were in complete privacy. He settled me into his lap and held me close to his chest as I shuddered from my sobs. My tears wetting his fire rat, I hated myself for tainting him and for knowing this was the end. A rumbling soon made it way through my despair, turning the tears off and quieting the cries. . . my foggy brain after a few moments informed me that InuYasha was making the rumble. That he was uttering a low, soothing purring-growl from deep within his chest. I lifted my head up in shock and fragile hope.

What I saw was not disgust or even hatred. . . He was looking down at me with a soft, tender expression. . . I think. . . I pray. . . that I read it right. . love. . .

I touched his cheek with a soft hand, cupping the skin gently and stroked the silkiness I felt, “InuYasha. . . this face you make. . . does it mean. . . what I so dream it to mean. . . do you. . . love. . . me?”

My beloved hanyou, not a man of words but of action simply utters a breathy `Keh' nods his head three times slowly before lowering his lids, hiding those glowing golden suns I follow, and easing his lips down and onto mine.

The kiss, the first kiss of this night, was everything every romance novel ever wrote about. It was the very expression of such love as only experienced by so very lucky few.

The other kisses shared much later on were not as tender or as loving as this one but I would get to have this kiss many more times since then.

When we broke apart for air, panting against the others mouth, forehead-to-forehead he confessed something to me that helped me to know I wasn't a monster at all.

“I've known what you've been doing at nights with my blood. . . I never thought anyone would ever truly accept me or my blood fully. . . But you. . . You went and willingly, my sneaky wench, placed my blood to your lips, to your breasts, to your body and where you could. . . took it into your body. . . You showed me over and told me over again that you accept me. I was still wary of it. . . when you did this - I knew then what you said and did was true. . . I AM completely accepted by you.

“If you want to touch my blood, to lick it, to feel it within you all you need to do is ask it of me. . . and I would bleed for you.”

That night I was able to watching the darkening of his golden eyes as he let me play with his blood. He would use his claws to break the skin and I would apply his blood to my lips, breasts. . . to paint designs and symbols on his smooth flesh before I wiped him clean with my tongue. . . and then I applied it to his cock before I sucked and licked it off. . . I kept this up until his hot cream was over powering the flavour of his blood.

He took his turn applying his blood to my body the same way I did his. . .

He licked it off my breasts, off my neck, off my thighs. . . and off my clit. . .

We did this until we finally completed our union and made love for the first time.

And ever since then. . . InuYasha would let me play with his blood even collecting it in a small bowl so I could dip his cock into it and suck it off or dip my fingers in it to paint on his (or my) skin.

I guess this sick monster can walk in the light. . .