InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Used ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

The Used
By Ronin Azalea
 
He buried himself in her. Her tunnel was hot and welcoming, clenching around his member as he thrust into her.
 
“K-Kouga!” she gasped out and his hand buried itself in her unruly nest of hair to roughly tweak a furry, triangular ear nestled there. His other hand grasped her breast and rolled it before pressing it into her chest, eliciting a muffled cry of protest from it's owner.
 
“How could you… run off with that… that cur?!” Kouga growled at the body beneath him as he pounded into her core ruthlessly. To him, the delicate form beneath him was just a body now, no one important enough to label.
 
Her emerald eyes shot open and she bit her lower lip as her ears flattened against her skull. Her body stopped registering anything pleasant and she tried to shut her eyes again; to keep herself from looking at his beautiful tanned face, framed by his elegant black hair, but she found she couldn't. She looked up at him and wanted to cry; for his face was twisted with the anger and unresolved hurt from the mortal he cared so deeply for.
 
Her heart ached for him, yet her body ached because of him.
 
Kouga grabbed a handful of her wavy hair and gripped it tight; she whimpered softly at the pain, but Kouga continued.
 
“I'll kill that… dog! Nng… Kagome…” he thrust deeply into the body beneath him, imagining it was her black tresses he was fisting… her breasts he was pressing and rolling… her hot tunnel he was pumping into. At that last thought, he thrust hard and pulled himself out, spraying his seed on the girl's breasts and stomach. He sucked in a grateful breath of air and allowed himself to sit back on his heels. He sighed and refused to meet the girl's eyes; clenching and unclenching his fists as she shamefully pulled her knees together.
 
She lay on her back for a moment, her thighs shaking from his abuse before she rolled onto her hands and knees and crawled shakily to the entrance of the clan's den. She needed to wash. She sat against the hard stone behind her and shut her eyes. She allowed herself a torturous moment to imagine it was really her that Kouga had been thinking of; that he loved her, not the miko he always pined for.
 
The girl reached forward and began rinsing herself with the cold water from the falls. She shivered and forced herself to endure, arching her back slightly, so that she might get all of his wasted seed off her body. She could smell his approach before he even made a sound. She averted her eyes, continuing to wash herself.
 
“Ella?” he said quietly, shifting his weight nervously from one foot to the other.
 
“Yes, my lord?” she answered softly, her voice slightly cracking from the strain he had put on her. She continued to rinse herself, avoiding his eyes and remaining dutifully submissive.
 
“I…uh… shit.” He turned on his heel and walked away, leaving her to silently cry by the waterfall as she continued to rinse her chest. She rinsed until the flesh was tender and crying out for her to stop, she rinsed and scrubbed until she thought she might finally cleanse herself of his scent.
 
That she could never escape, though, his scent was strongly ingrained in her, just like his touch and his rough, but loving voice. Loving as he spoke the name of the human he adored.
 
Kagome.