InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Unacceptable ❯ Tender Moments ( Chapter 13 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: JMaxwell 
She'd have to protect herself now.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Horror / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Vignette | Uploaded On: 06.22.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 907 | Visits: 491 | Status: Completed
She'd have to protect herself now.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Horror / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Vignette | Uploaded On: 06.22.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 907 | Visits: 491 | Status: Completed
Warnings: This is dark.
Thanks: InuGrrrl rocked out hardcore as beta, as she's wont to do, and Quillwing717 batted cleanup.
A/N: As a one-time thing, I wrote this for iyhedonism as a challenge to someone who wanted to beat me in a contest. She then didn't enter the damn thing, so it was a complete and total waste of my time. You know who you are, Teasy McTimewaster.
Well, not a total waste. I got some good comments, and they're reflected in the final document.
"Please no,” she pleaded.
Blood-soaked talons delicately drifted along her cheek, leaving a trail that trickled down her breasts. She cried out, tearing her gaze away from lust-dilated irises as his other hand clenched her arm in a punishing grip. A dark strain spread as his rough handling drove shards of the fang that had once protected her deeper into the flesh of her arms.
She'd have to be her own protector now, and her instincts told her to run. Yet, her heart told her to honor her promise to stay. She knew she should try to recapture the soul of the hanyou she'd grown to so deeply care for.
Shouldn't she?
She sighed. Yes.
"Gods no,” she implored.
Frantically struggling to free herself, she twisted and pushed fruitlessly against his chest. “Stop!” she begged.
He buried his nose in the crook of her neck, breathing in the scent of her terror with a satisfied sigh.
His claws rent her clothing like tissue paper, but merely left pale streaks on her flushed skin. The feel of her naked flesh made his body rumble with satisfaction. He crushed her against him; the feel of his length pressed to her thigh coaxed a squeak from her lips, but he extinguished the sound with an open-mouthed kiss and a brutal thrust.
Tears rolled down her cheek as her hopes for a beautiful first time faded away. She was left with the reality of her thighs roughly suspended by his hands as he plunged in and out of her at a merciless pace.
She had to protect them both, now. She would endure this and get him back…
Wouldn't she?
She cried. Yes.
“No,” she whispered.
"You'll learn to like it," he promised, and took her once again. His claws gripped her hair as he drew her face to his, her back arching painfully, shoulders scraping the unforgiving cave floor of their home. She could see his fangs bared at her in a mockery of affection. Her fear just seemed to make him harden further. She could only submit as he savagely rode her into the ground, pushing dangerously against the life within her womb. His inhuman howl marked his release, and he rested his chin upon her shoulder, absently lapping at her neck.
These moments of tenderness reminded her...
The sound of their sticky flesh separating prefaced the searing burn as he advanced, filling her once more to the hilt. She whimpered. He smirked.
…reminded her that she loved him.
Didn't she?
She died inside. Yes.
"No more," she whimpered.
Chuckling darkly, he flipped her into her back, heedless of the way his sweat-soaked skin stung the wounds borne from months of captivity. “You'll always forgive me,” he breathed, digging his clawed toes into the earth for better leverage. “You'll always be mine.” Relishing the way she milked him dry, he closed his eyes and ground her into the rocky soil, oblivious to the pink light gathering in her hands at his back. He smugly breathed, “Won't you?”
She lied. "Yes."
Blood-soaked talons delicately drifted along her cheek, leaving a trail that trickled down her breasts. She cried out, tearing her gaze away from lust-dilated irises as his other hand clenched her arm in a punishing grip. A dark strain spread as his rough handling drove shards of the fang that had once protected her deeper into the flesh of her arms.
She'd have to be her own protector now, and her instincts told her to run. Yet, her heart told her to honor her promise to stay. She knew she should try to recapture the soul of the hanyou she'd grown to so deeply care for.
Shouldn't she?
She sighed. Yes.
"Gods no,” she implored.
Frantically struggling to free herself, she twisted and pushed fruitlessly against his chest. “Stop!” she begged.
He buried his nose in the crook of her neck, breathing in the scent of her terror with a satisfied sigh.
His claws rent her clothing like tissue paper, but merely left pale streaks on her flushed skin. The feel of her naked flesh made his body rumble with satisfaction. He crushed her against him; the feel of his length pressed to her thigh coaxed a squeak from her lips, but he extinguished the sound with an open-mouthed kiss and a brutal thrust.
Tears rolled down her cheek as her hopes for a beautiful first time faded away. She was left with the reality of her thighs roughly suspended by his hands as he plunged in and out of her at a merciless pace.
She had to protect them both, now. She would endure this and get him back…
Wouldn't she?
She cried. Yes.
“No,” she whispered.
"You'll learn to like it," he promised, and took her once again. His claws gripped her hair as he drew her face to his, her back arching painfully, shoulders scraping the unforgiving cave floor of their home. She could see his fangs bared at her in a mockery of affection. Her fear just seemed to make him harden further. She could only submit as he savagely rode her into the ground, pushing dangerously against the life within her womb. His inhuman howl marked his release, and he rested his chin upon her shoulder, absently lapping at her neck.
These moments of tenderness reminded her...
The sound of their sticky flesh separating prefaced the searing burn as he advanced, filling her once more to the hilt. She whimpered. He smirked.
…reminded her that she loved him.
Didn't she?
She died inside. Yes.
"No more," she whimpered.
Chuckling darkly, he flipped her into her back, heedless of the way his sweat-soaked skin stung the wounds borne from months of captivity. “You'll always forgive me,” he breathed, digging his clawed toes into the earth for better leverage. “You'll always be mine.” Relishing the way she milked him dry, he closed his eyes and ground her into the rocky soil, oblivious to the pink light gathering in her hands at his back. He smugly breathed, “Won't you?”
She lied. "Yes."