InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Tragic Demise ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

Her arms instinctively flew up to cover her bare breasts only to be smacked by Inuyasha, his claws carelessly curled in, shredding the delicate skin on her cheeks. Crystalline tears mingled with the crimson blood flowing down her cheeks. Kagome gasped as her attacker lowered his head and began to suckle her sensitive nipples.

"Inuyasha, please stop." Kagome half moaned, half sobbed out.

At Kagome's plea, Inuyasha harshly bit into the tender flesh of her breast. Crying out in pain and indignation as the blood began to flow, Kagome began trying to fight back, though she knew it was derisory.

(Crawling now I'm,

Beaten down I'm,

Tortured now)

With a growl of annoyance and frustration Inuyasha ripped off her boxers and forced her to her back. With a grunt of pleasure and satisfaction he forced himself into her ignoring her screams of pain and protest.

(I can feel you,

Ripping and tearing,

Feeding and growing

Inside of me)

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**In the Morning**~*~*~*~*~*~*~

When she woke up in the morning she was a bloody mess, and hurt like hell. The events of the night came flooding back to her and she stiffened in realization. She tried to get up only to have two strong arms pull her back down and to be assailed by a bout of dizziness. Lying next to her was a sleeping, human Inuyasha.

…… BRAKES!!!! A HUMAN INUYASHA?! HOLD THE PHONE!

The beast that had attacked her last night was a full demon. She mulled this tid-bit over in her mind for a few seconds before deciding that it was irrelevant. His youkai blood was merely an excuse for him to take her.

No matter how she loathed being held by this man, she had to bear it until he woke up, because in her weakened state there was no way she was going to be able to break the hold he had on her. With a dejected sigh she let her thoughts assail her until the blissful darkness clouded her vision and mind once more.

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When he awoke he was engulfed by the stench of blood so strong it could choke a donkey. The only problem was he couldn't tell if it was a demon's blood or a human's blood. Keeping his eyes closed, he sniffed delicately and discretely trying to discern whose blood it was, but something was horribly wrong. His sense of smell had weakened considerably and his sense of hearing was also greatly dulled. Wait a minute. He only got like this during the full moon. He searched his memory trying to figure out what was going on when he realized that he was instinctively and protectively hugging a warm bundle (also the strongest source of the stench of blood) close to his chest.

Cracking an eye open he saw that it was a badly beaten and torn up Kagome. Wait a second. How did Kagome get into such a condition? Slowly sitting up and surveying his surroundings he saw that he was sitting at the bottom of the stairs of Kagome's modern home, in a large pool of blood. Also his arm was throbbing and hurt like hell.

The last thing he remembered was getting shot in the arm by one of Kagome's arrows. The rest was fuzzy, minus a few vivid images.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*FLASHBACK~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~

(Wanna get psycho,

Scratch my itch,

I want your power glowing, juicy flowing, red hot,

Meaning of life,

It's not enough to have a little taste,

I want the whole damn thing)

As he roughly claimed her lips in a bruising kiss he began pounding into her again, tracing his claws along her sides, leaving crimson rivulets in their wake.

(I want to hear you scream,

Tell me to take you, scare you, fuck you

After we finish the show

It's not enough,

You listening whore,

You're one twisted little fuck,

And you want to get psycho with me)

Her screams and protests fell on deaf ears as he began thrusting into her for the fifth time that night. Just as dawn cracked over the horizon, he finished with a grunt of pleasure and the darkness finally came to claim her after a night of torture.

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Choking back a sob of grief as he realized what he'd done, he did the only thing he knew to do in situations such as these: run.

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