InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The nature of Deiiimons ❯ The nature of Demons ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Odi et amo 
Sesshomaru thinking...and doing other *things.* Slightly perverted. I suck at writing summaries but I promise it's good. Just read and Review anyways...
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 09.28.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 516 | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Completed
Sesshomaru thinking...and doing other *things.* Slightly perverted. I suck at writing summaries but I promise it's good. Just read and Review anyways...
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 09.28.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 516 | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Completed
Was this how it happened? Was this how half-breeds were born?
Was this slow, sweet intoxication of the senses the cause of so much misery for so many people? This delightful lure of the forbidden?
A slow overpowerment of all moral gravity, the difference between right and wrong, good and bad, night and day...
Demon and Human.
How could this possibly be the reason? This waltz of moments flashing by, old and beloved. New and cherished. Sweet and bitter in thier irony. A cold and stoic Demon lord and the warmth and sunshine of his human ward.
It was wrong. So very wrong.
It was against all he had ever stood for. His hatred of humans was not supposed to allow for this desire of the most unattainable of thier kind. The closest yet furthest away.
She loved him, he knew. But not like this. This impure way. This almost unholy and unbearable lust.
He wanted her.
He had for a long time.
He wanted her purity and innocence, her love, her trust. Her body, heart and soul. Everything.
This was the nature of all demons. A demon could not lay eyes on something so pure and gentle without wanting to take it. To taste of it's innocence and it's flesh. To pour the powerful emotions churned up in thier bodies into a soft body of flesh and blood. To roughly pound themselves into a vessel made for recieving the seed of men and monsters.
It was painful how much he wanted her.
She did not know this though. She was not aware.
He had neglected to tell her how certain parts of nature went. He liked her that way.
She was untainted. She did not know the human vices of cruelty, lust, gambling, greed, drink, and so many others. She was not aware that the man who had guarded her from the dangers of the world since childhood wanted nothing more than to spread her wide before him, and lose himself in her.
She did not know that letting him watch her bathe was wrong. That her gently curved body wound him up inside, knotted his powerful stomach muscles, hardened the one part of him that could harm her more than the others.
The water poured over her head, to her breasts, to her stomach, to the center of her thighs.
To the blood that flowed from her there.
Kami-sama...how he would love to lap it up. To lick it away and let her essence dissolve on his tongue. To taste her sweetness and know it belonged to him and him alone.
His eyes grew red as he felt release coming on him.
His hand pumped harder and faster, feeling the delicious warnth rushing to his groin.
A harsh growl ecaped him as he felt the release, and the wetness coat his hand.
He pretended it was her.
He wished it could be.
It wasn't.
Was this slow, sweet intoxication of the senses the cause of so much misery for so many people? This delightful lure of the forbidden?
A slow overpowerment of all moral gravity, the difference between right and wrong, good and bad, night and day...
Demon and Human.
How could this possibly be the reason? This waltz of moments flashing by, old and beloved. New and cherished. Sweet and bitter in thier irony. A cold and stoic Demon lord and the warmth and sunshine of his human ward.
It was wrong. So very wrong.
It was against all he had ever stood for. His hatred of humans was not supposed to allow for this desire of the most unattainable of thier kind. The closest yet furthest away.
She loved him, he knew. But not like this. This impure way. This almost unholy and unbearable lust.
He wanted her.
He had for a long time.
He wanted her purity and innocence, her love, her trust. Her body, heart and soul. Everything.
This was the nature of all demons. A demon could not lay eyes on something so pure and gentle without wanting to take it. To taste of it's innocence and it's flesh. To pour the powerful emotions churned up in thier bodies into a soft body of flesh and blood. To roughly pound themselves into a vessel made for recieving the seed of men and monsters.
It was painful how much he wanted her.
She did not know this though. She was not aware.
He had neglected to tell her how certain parts of nature went. He liked her that way.
She was untainted. She did not know the human vices of cruelty, lust, gambling, greed, drink, and so many others. She was not aware that the man who had guarded her from the dangers of the world since childhood wanted nothing more than to spread her wide before him, and lose himself in her.
She did not know that letting him watch her bathe was wrong. That her gently curved body wound him up inside, knotted his powerful stomach muscles, hardened the one part of him that could harm her more than the others.
The water poured over her head, to her breasts, to her stomach, to the center of her thighs.
To the blood that flowed from her there.
Kami-sama...how he would love to lap it up. To lick it away and let her essence dissolve on his tongue. To taste her sweetness and know it belonged to him and him alone.
His eyes grew red as he felt release coming on him.
His hand pumped harder and faster, feeling the delicious warnth rushing to his groin.
A harsh growl ecaped him as he felt the release, and the wetness coat his hand.
He pretended it was her.
He wished it could be.
It wasn't.