InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Poison of Erised! ❯ Chapter Ten - The Gift of Love! ( Chapter 10 )

The Poison of Erised!

by Vyncent

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The clouds that had lingered throughout much of the day, finally gave vent to their threat of rain.  At first it was just a soft, gentle sprinkle, but any who were out and about in it, knew that it would soon be a down pour.  It was a warm summer rain, so many who might have otherwise sought shelter, were less worried about the need for such, but a few still sought what shelter they could, to try to keep dry for various reasons of their own.  The still raging, silver haired Youkai happened to be one of those.

His mate had been injured, due to his brother's carelessness in ignoring her warnings.  For that the baka would pay.  For now, however, she needed to have her wounds treated and he was not about to leave her in his brother's questionable care for that.

He clutched her still bleeding form to his chest, as he sped through the forest looking for a likely cave and fresh source of water for cleaning her injuries.  He had not even taken time to see how badly she was injured.  It didn't matter.  All that matter was that her blood had been spilled and no one had the right to be the cause of that, either directly or indirectly, except for him.  He had already made the youkai that had caused her injuries pay for his crime against the Taiyoukai's mate.  Inuyasha would be the next, because of his blind stupidity in letting it happen to begin with.

It seemed like hours had passed, but at the pace that the Great Taiyoukai could achieve, especially when under duress, he had only traveled a few moments.  He happened upon a good dry cave, and source of water.  As the rain had only just started, finding dry wood was not a problem, and after he carefully lay her down in the cave, he quickly collected more than enough wood to start a suitable fire to keep the dampness and chill away from her injured form.  A swipe of a claw was enough, as he gathered the desired wood, to bring down a couple of rabbits for something to eat later.

With a fire bringing its warm glow to the inside of the cave, Sesshomaru began to remove the torn and damaged clothing from his mate.  He knew of the bump on her head, from having seen her head hit the ground before he could reach her side and dispatch the vile beast that had attacked her.  Checking it carefully, he was glad to notice it looked worse than it was.  She should regain consciousness soon, but she would have a major headache, at least until he could find the means to ease it for her.

The deep gouge on her abdomen was bad.  Not life threatening, for which the Youkai sighed in relief, but still it had bled profusely, and could easily get infected if not carefully treated.  He picked up her now naked form, and walked over to the stream.  As luck would have it, he had come upon a cave, where part of the stream actually passed through the front right edge of the cave.  As a result, there was a small pool just within the sheltering overhang of the cave roof.  A smaller stream seemed to come from somewhere in the back of the cave, and from the steam that arose it obviously seemed to be a source of hot water from a nearby spring, probably deep in the back of the cave.

Having removed his own clothing and setting it aside to stay dry, he carried her over to the pool and lowered both her and himself into the warm and soothing water.  It made it easier to clean her injuries and to make short work of removing the remains of both the blood, guts, and gore of the bear youkai, as well as, to remove any linger scent of that vile beast that had tainted her pure, clean and alluring scent.

Once the muck and mire was cleaned from her, he carried her back to where he had left their clothing.  A soft patch of moss covered a portion of the cave floor, and provided a convenient, soft, and comfortable place to lay her down, and care for her injuries.  The gash in her flesh still bled, but at least it was now clean and far less likely to get infected.

He still needed to get the bleeding to stop, but at the moment he had no bandages or other first aid supplies with which to bind her wounds.  As Youkai, he never really needed them, except in extreme conditions.  So it was not usual to keep such things with him.  He didn't want to leave her side long enough to go and find some, because he knew that she would awaken soon, and finding herself alone and safely sealed with a barrier in a cave far from her friends would almost put her into a panic.

As he continued to consider his options, another thought crossed his mind.  If the potion helped to heal her and speed up her recovery from their nights of joining, was it possible that triggering the potion's effects would help to speed the healing of her injuries now?  Or was her injury too bad for that to work?  Could he get the potion to kick in and begin the healing process and then find other ways to help it along?  It was a chance, but one that seemed worth it, so the Youkai Lord decided to do give it a try.

The potion was inextricably mixed with her blood.  Over time it would gradually weaken until its effects were not longer there.  Unless he renewed the potion along the way, she would gradually come around to who she was, and what she was doing hopefully accepting their joining as this transpired.  Ultimately, it would then leave her, his willing mate.  At least that is what the old witch had told him.

Still, there were a lot of strange things going on here that were not expected.  The physical changes that she seemed to go through, the almost Inuyoukai like qualities that she picked up each time that they coupled.  Her ability to resist the effects of the potion, no matter how slight.  The fact that she had claimed him, of her own free will, something that at this early stage of the potion's effects, she was not supposed to be able to have.  

Not that he minded that she seemed to already be showing signs of desiring him of her own accord.  It was just that she was not yet supposed to be showing any signs of free thinking or free will, as long as the effects of the potion had been triggered by his call to her.  Until the potion eventually wore off, the effects would remain unless he reversed them the same way that he had triggered them.  

Could it be like her friends were surmising that some how the potion had bonded more than just her blood to him?  Could it be that some how the potion had bonded them together on a far deeper level than he could have guessed?  Was it this bonding that some how was making all of these changes and strange reactions happen?  Was such a thing even possible, and if so how, why?

He shook himself, bringing his mind back to the current matter at hand.  Now was not the time to ponder such quandries, he had a mate who needed his help.  Pushing his questions to the back of his mind, he turned his attention back to the matter at hand.  

Quickly, he made a decision and moved to put his idea in to motion.  He pulled out the vial of elixir that he had carried with him since the day the old witch had finished her part of the potion.  One more drop could not hurt her, and if renewing the potion helped to strengthen its ability to help her recover more quickly, then it was worth it.  

He quickly grazed a finger over one of his fangs, and let a drop of his blood drip into the small container.  Not wanting to take the chance of contaminating the potion with anything that might have come from the bear youkai's claws, he quickly took her hand and pierced one of her own fingers, letting a drop of her blood drip in to merge with his own in the mixture.  He covered the vial briefly, swirling the contents of the tiny bottle, mixing the blood and potion as he had done now, twice before.  If flared like before, however, this time instead of the pulse of red light, it surged almost with a power if its own, and the light that glared brightly from the mixture was gold.  

In his desire to help his mate, he hardly noticed the difference, and quickly held the tiny bottle to her mouth, letting a drop of the potion fall onto her waiting tongue.  A moment later, her body flushed as it had the last time, when he had first given her the potion, and a moan of desire seemed to escape her lips as her senses told her unconscious form that he was near.

This time, wanting her form to change as it had the two times that they had been together, he sent out the mental call to her, as he had before.  Her journey would be much shorter this time, as all he needed was to coax her back to consciousness, and to let the effects of the potion take their natural course.  If this worked as he expected, the changes to her form should be much quicker than they had been before.

Her breathing quickened, until she was panting, the scent of her desire heavy in the air.  Even as he watched, he say the delicate points appear on her ears, and the formation of the elegant yet deadly claws on her hands.  Drawing back her lip ever so slightly revealed the point of her razor sharp fangs, and he knew that when she awoke and opened her eyes, they would be the glowing fire gems of rubies the colour of the richest blood.  Just the sight of the changes, and the thought of those hot, seductive, lust filled eyes, had him so hard he was in pain.

He forced down his own desire for the moment.  It was more important to make sure that his plan was working.  Carefully, he examined to gash that still bled along her stomach.  Even as he watched, the bleeding slowed, and the ends of the wound ever so slowly began to mend back together.  It was working.  Slowly, but working.  At the rate it was going, it would be about a hour before it would finish the job, but perhaps he could speed things along with a little personal attention of his own.

Much to his Youkai's eager satisfaction, the Taiyoukai let Nature and instinct take over.  He allowed the scent of her blood to fill his nostrils with its enticing and heady aroma.  The sweet and spicy scent was as intoxicating as ever.  He leaned down and being careful not to cause any more pain that he could help, he gently ran his tongue over the injured area.  A small whimper of pain escaped her lips, at the first contact, but was quickly replaced by the low, lusty growl of desire, as he repeated the gesture.  Holding her still, he continued lapping at the now quickly healing injury, as his Youkai eagerly gave answer with a lusty growl of his own.

He continued his attentions to her wounds until they were little more than red scars, rapidly vanishing both from the changes that the potion seemed to trigger in her body, and from the healing benefits of his saliva.  Still, he continued to savor the sweet taste of her.  Having completed the attentions needed to help her to heal, he found himself moving to the sweetly scented valley between her breasts, as his hands began caressing her curves and her supple mounds.  

Soon he was rolling her nipples firmly between his fingers, his mouth busily working on his mark on her neck, pulling more and more heated and seductive growls from her lips, as consciousness began to take hold.  The Inu called to his mate seductively in return, as he nuzzled her chin to further coax her back to awareness.  He ground his own painfully aroused flesh against her moist folds, to further drive her own passions higher, as his growls called to her soul, and his own blood began to sing to hers.

Her responsiveness was rapidly growing as consciousness quickly returned.  Her back arched upward, offering more of her breast for his attentions.  Eager to accept her offering, he moved to suck one of those lucious mounds into his hot and hungry mouth.  He nipped at the nipple with his fangs, rolling the hardened pebbled peak with his tongue, and sucked hard and hungrily at it, drawing more of the heated flesh into his mouth.  

His Youkai's impassioned growl replied in approval, as he felt her hands move to pull his head closer to her.  Her own growls became lustier, and more alluring.  Everything about her was just so erotic and intoxicating.  He could not get enough of her, and every time that they joined, he found new heights of desire and pleasure from claiming her and from being claimed by her.

The Taiyoukai found something new to be surprised by, every time he had her in his possession.  From the changes in her appearance, which he still didn't know the cause of, to the way she seemed to be able to communicate in the mother tongue of his kind.  From her intoxicating scent, to the taste of her blood.  She was so much more than he had ever expected, and he thrilled at every moment, every second that they spent together.

This time, he was surprised to find that even though the desire and lust was as high as ever, his Youkai recognized that his mate had suffered a serious, if not life threatening injury.  When he could have been taking her with complete abandon, instead his Blood Beast seemed to be conscientious of her need to take things easier this time.  Sure the potion she had been given, helped to heal her much more quickly than was normal for her as a ningen, but there seemed to be a need to see that his mate was fully recovered from the rush of changes being demanded of her body, mind, and soul.  It warmed him more than he could ever admit that his Youkai was so considerate of her, and only showed just how much both his light and dark sides wanted this amazingly exotic creature for themselves.

While they were still locked in a heated embrace that was rapidly growing hotter by the moment, the rushed and frantic pace of their previous encounters, was not there this time.  The need was still there, the hunger was still as strong as ever, but it all seemed less driven by lust and more by passion.  Their want was just as strong and their desire just as high, as the near mindless lust of before, but this seemed to offer so much more.  Instead of just mindlessly rutting as they had done before, this time he was making love to her, and the act opened doors to new heights that he had never before achieved.  That in itself seemed to make his own desire, passion, and need grow even greater and more pleasurable.  She was a never ending gift to him, and one that he swore never to take for granted, or to neglect, especially as he had seen his brother do.

His hands freely roamed over her sweat slicked, aroused and quivering body.  Every curve, every dimple was to be explored as if just being discovered for the first time.  Her body was a whole new world to be learned all over again.  It was a journey of sensual exploration that he was more than happy to discover once more, and every chance that he had the opportunity.  It was no longer just a journey of sexual desire, but a journey of sensual pleasure.

With a compassion and gentleness that he would have never thought himself capable of, and he found it far more intoxicating and addicting than anything he had ever experienced.  He settled between her thighs.  She willingly and readily opened for him, welcoming him easily and without reservation or hesitation.  His hand caressed down her side, along her hip, and thigh, pulling her leg up and parting her further.  

He moved from the one, well suckled and now sensitive breast to the other.  Pulling the rapidly hardening mound into his hot mouth as if to devour it, he revelled in her growled moans of pleasure.  The hand that had been parting her thighs for his attention, easily found its way into her almost burning, wet folds, and began caressing the pearl of sensitive flesh hidden within.  Her howl of pleasure filled the cave, rebounding like music off of the walls as she attempted to thrust up into the feel of his hand, wanting to increase the feelings he was bringing to her lower regions.

The weight of his body, resting easily but not heavily between her legs, kept her from being able to do so, and she growled her frustration at not being able to find ways to increase the pleasurable feeling.  He continued to tease in this fashion, enjoying the feel of her writhing form beneath him.  

::::Gggggrrrrrr:: My sweet bitch...want...more...Hai?::

::Hai...onegai...more...faster...ahhh...hai...onegai...I need you...::

Finally, relenting to her growled pleas, he quickened the pace of his massaging fingers, before sliding them further back and thrusting them deep into her hot, writhing depths.  As he slowly thrust a long delicate, but strong and deadly clawed finger into her tight passage, she again tried to push up into his hand, take him deeper, and to set the pace, but he still refused to let her do so.

To her delight, he soon added a second finger, then a third, and with each addtion, he quickened the pace and plunging his fingers deeper and faster into her dripping, tight depths.  The music of her growled moans tickled his ears, building the rush of fire in his blood right to his loins and the almost unbearably painful erection that he was longing to sheath into her hot dephs.

By now he was driving his fingers deep and hard into her hot depths, and could feel the ripple of her passage signalling her impending release.  Quickly, he brushed the small bundle of sensitive nerves with his thumb, sending her rocketing into an almost mind blowing release.  While she calmed a bit from the violence of her climax, he stared deep into her eyes, as she watched him lick her sweet essence from his fingers.  With a lustful growl of pleasure, he eagerly leaned down and began to stroke her still twitching folds and pearl with his hot tongue, and then drove it deeply into her dripping passage, savoring ever sweet drop that he could reach.

His hands held her hips down, as he continued to tease her, but at the same time building the aching need once more in her nether regions.  Like a tightly coiled spring, it wound tighter, and tighter, until it seemed like she would explode if he didn't let her release again, and soon.  She panted and groaned with each hot, curling stroke of his tongue.

Over and over again, he drove his tongue deeply into her sweet and luscious passage, curling his tongue to stroke the most sensitive places in her hot core.  Then he would draw his tongue out, and circle around her hyper-sensitive pearl, before diving back into her dripping passage.  She writhed all the more, the ball of fire and pleasure building again in her lower regions.  It was stronger this time, and more intense, seemed to be the case every time that she came to him, and he claimed her.

As she arched up to his hungry mouth, her body convulsed with the heat of the fiery release that gripped her entire body.  He eagerly lapped up all of the sweet nectar that her hot passage poured forth because of his attentions.  With a finally stroke of his tongue on her heated folds, he crawled back up her body like a predatory stalking its prey.

The hungry look in his passion glazed eyes promised the pleasure of things yet to come, and she welcomed his advances, opening more in anticipation of his claim on her.  She growled to him seductively letting him know of her want and need for him.  She could feel his desire for her, knew how he hungered for her, how much he wanted to have her, and it made her feel warm and cared for like nothing she had ever felt before.

::::GGgggrrrrrrr:: Hai...claim me, onegai...want you...need you...onegai, take me...::

::Hai...my sweet, hot bitch...Mine...always...you are mine and I will take you again...My bitch...::

He sheathed himself deeply into her hot, and writhing depths, groaning in heated pleasure as he filled her with his girth.  She opened herself as far as she could to let him thrust as deep as possible into her tight, moist passage.  As he ground into her, she shuddered again in release, the potion having heightened her sensitivity and leaving her panting for more.

He felt the ripple of her muscles, as they clenched around his shaft and shuddered with the intensity of her release.  He paused only for a moment to let her rush ease just a bit, and then pulled back and thrust deeply into her still convulsing form, pulling a lustful growl of pleasure from her as the intensity of her current release was prolonged with the motion.  Each stroke sent a rush of fire through his own blood, building the coil of heat in his own loins.  Again and again, he thrust deep into her welcoming heat, gradually increasing his pace.

He let her actions and responsiveness show him what gave her the most pleasure.  Feeding her pleasure, fed his own, and brought them both a sensual intensity that surpassed anything he had ever known.  She met him thrust for thrust, as she arched her hips up to meet him.  The seductive pull of her lustfully growled groans of passion, continued to fuel his own need and desire.  He leaned towards her ear, to nip and nuzzle his mark on her neck, finding added fuel to his passion sensitive skin, with the brush of her nipples on his heated flesh as they rubbed against him with each thrust into her hot sheath.  She growled her delight and approval of the action, as she too began to nuzzle her own mark on his neck.

The fiery rush of heat that raced up both of their spines, had them both groaning in lustful pleasure.  As the vibrations of their growled passion coarsed through their bodies, adding more fuel to the fire in their veins, he picked up the pace of his thrusts, plunging deep into her heated and pulsing core.  

His own throbbing arousal seemed to swell impossibly more and get harder and harder with each delicious thrust into her hot, tight, moist sheath.  He never knew he could be filled with such want, need, desire...hunger for another being, let alone such a creature as her.  She gave him so much pleasure and he strove to give her back just as much if not more.

As he ground into her welcoming depths, he could feel the rippling of her muscles that heralded the onslaught of another impending release for her.  As she reached her peak, she roared her passion and buried her own fangs into her mark on his neck.  The feel of her fangs in his neck sent a shudder through his being that seemed to reach his very soul, as he too reached a peak and released his life giving seed deep into her womb.

He was still hard, and she was still open to his attentions, so he quickly pulled back, and turned her onto her stomach lifting her to her knees.  Eagerly, but still without the frantic haste of their prior couplings, he buried himself deeply into her hot core.  Looking to take him even deeper into her moist and writhing depths, she thrust hard back to meet his every push.

He wrapped his arms around her waist to help steady her, as he thrust harder and deeper still.  He placed his hand on her stomach and pushed ever so slightly.  Just enough to change the angle of penetration into her womb, so that he was hitting her sweet spot with each deep thrust.  She growled out her passion as she once again released, muscles clenshing him tightly, as she writhed in pleasure.

Still, he continued to plunge into her depths feeling the growing need for another release of his own, building with each thrust into her tight, hot, passage.  She let her head rest on her arms, the slight change in angle only driving him deeper into her still writhing, dripping core.  

::Ahhh!  Hai!  Harder...Hai...deeper....onegai...faster...more!::

::Hai...As my bitch asks...more...faster...deeper...Mine...My sweet, hot, tight bitch...::

At her growl of encouragement, he picked up his pace still further, while grabbing one of her breasts and rolling the pebbled mound in his fingers the way she enjoyed most.  He shifted his other hand, so that the heel of his hand was still pushing gently on the spot that was guiding where he was hitting deep inside of her.  The movement was just enough to free up his fingers to reach just within her hot, dripping folds and rub hard on the hyper-sensitive pearl normally hiddened within.  

With his swollen shaft driving into her hot, tight passage, those folds were parted leaving her exposed to his attentions.  Her sweet and sensitive pearl was swollen and just a touch was enough to have her writhing almost uncontrollably once more.  He rubbed it hard, as he once more picked up his own pace.  Deeper and harder he plunged into her dripping, tight passage.  Her own growls of passion filled need brought him closer and closer to his own release.  

Almost simultaneously they both threw back their heads, giving rise to their roars of blissful release.  He then sank his fangs into his mark on her neck, savoring the sweet taste of her passion heated blood, as they both collapsed from their combined releases.

Spent, he used the last of his strength to roll to the side, carefully bringing her with him so that his weight was not crushing her.  Still joined at the hip, he pulled her back snuggly against his chest.  He reached for and grabbed his haori, spreading it over both of them.  He moved his hand back around her waist, and cupped her breast in his palm, his upper most leg he entwined with hers, thus locking them together as they sought a bit of rest from their pleasure filled exercise.

Her chest was still heaving from their exertions of but moments ago, as she snuggled back against him with pleasure, feeling safe and happy.  Remarkably, even that small part of her mind that still had awareness of self, felt the same.  For the first time in her life, she felt safe, warm, happy, and loved.  As he nuzzled his mark on her neck, the low soft growl rumbling from his chest almost like a purr, reflected his own happiness at having such a precious gift to hold in his arms and care for as his own.

Just as his soft rumble relaxed her and eased her into a peaceful and healing sleep, a rumble from her own chest did the same for him.  She was completely unaware that she was growling, and totally unaware that she had once again been speaking in the inu's mother tongue, and understanding it, as well.  All that matter, was that he made her feel wanted and cared for.  With those as her last conscious thoughts, she let sleep claim her.

He took one last look around to make sure that everything was safe and secure.  His spirit shield still held, and he nudged it outward a bit farther, so that they would not have any unexpected gawkers or listeners should they awaken during the night.  It was still pouring rain, and looked as though it would continue throughout what little of the day remained, as well as, through the night.

The fire was still burning well, and keeping the damp chill of the night at bay.  It would not need attending for quite sometime, so it was not a concern to the Youkai Lord.  He cast his senses abroad, checking for one last sign of any dangers or threats to him and his mate.  Finding none and satisfied that everything was as safe as it could be, he too let sleep claim him, as he settled more comfortably against his mate, nuzzling his mark on her neck.

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Dictionary

Baka - Idiot

Chikushou - Damn

Doushite - Why

Fujo - Witch

Hanyou - Half Demon

Hiraikotsu - actually translates as 'Come Flying Skills' and is the name of Sango's boomerang

Houshi - Monk

Inu - Dog

Kazaana - Wind Void/Tunnel - Miroku's curse from Naraku

Kitsune - Fox Demon

Miko - Shrine Maiden

Neko - Cat

Okaa-san - Mother

Onee - Older Sister

Onna - Woman

Sama - Lady or Lord - respectively

Shakoju - Staff - the one that Miroku carries and wields

Shikon no Kakera - Shikon Shards

Shikon no Tama - Jewel of Four Souls

Shishi - Lion

Taijiya - Demon Exterminator

Taiyoukai - Demon Lord

Tenshi - Angel

Tenseiga - Sacred Life Fang

Tetsusaiga - Iron Pulverizing Fang

Youkai - Demon

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