InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Unexpected Breaks ❯ 1. Modern Moonlight. ( Chapter 1 )

Unexpected Breaks [NC-17]

 

Summary: Kagome finds herself trapped in a torturous/lustful vicious cycle. She tries to take care of it alone but a chain reaction of unexpected breaks ensues. WARNING: Hentai/Romance. Seriously, this is absolutely not for kiddies. Not beta'ed.

 

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A.N. What can I say? I was really touched by a recent review for one of my other stories. As a thanks to that person, and to all the reviewers of my work thus far, here is a peek to what I have been working on. Time constraints have kept me from completing this so it is still under “Work in progress.” Please read warning above. I have written this for adults only. Read and above all else, enjoy!

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Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha and give thanks to its creator; it's such a wonderful series.

 

This chapter contains a lemon. You have been warned.

 

1. Modern Moonlight.

 

The autumn night was crisp and clear. The muffled sound of the city background in the middle of the night was all that could be heard in her bedroom. The moon shone bright through the window almost making it look like daylight. The angle at which it had been rising gave the illusion of a moon so large that it covered her room's entire window. If one looked carefully, one could even see the lunar craters from fallen asteroids and meteors throughout the ages.

 

Nothing stirred in Kagome's room. She had fallen asleep without closing the window's curtain once again. She slept completely covered by her futon. The sounds in the house had reduced to nothing hours ago when all the other occupants sought slumber as well.

 

Kagome's eyelids which were tranquil in sleep began to move quickly. She gave a quiet moan. Flushed cheeks along with a dew of sweat began to form on her serene face.

 

The peacefulness of her visage changed when her eyebrows twitched and then her face turned to the side. Her breath became irregular. She turned her face to the other side. The rapid pulsing of her heartbeat was apparent from the surface of her neck.

 

She turned her face forward once again. As she gave another quiet moan her eyes opened. The consciousness of her fast heartbeat, quick breathing and excited state made her frown. She turned to her belly to fall back to sleep. Ten minutes later she groaned and then gave a heavy sigh.

 

She returned to her original position looking at the ceiling. She knew that she was not going to find sleep. That is, not until she answered to the calls her body had been making at that moment. With that in mind she thought to herself in frustration, As it had been calling every night for the past month.

 

Exasperated she kicked her futon and it fell to the ground. She was wearing a comfortable red, white with black outlines flannel pajama. She stalled for a minute or two before she reached for the top of her pajama pants. She brought her knees to her chest, lifted her hips and pulled her pants off completely along with her underwear. She tossed them both on top of the futon.

 

As she glanced in the direction where her clothing fell she noticed the silhouettes shaped by the moonlight on the left wall. Something that looked like a pair of two ears on that wall startled her. She held her breath and quickly looked to the other side of the room. It was nothing. The accidental arrangement of a set of stuffed animals had projected that shadow. She had piled them earlier that day near the window. Although she still loved them, she had long since out grown them. They were headed for storage.

 

She looked back to the shadow and decided to imagine that it was him. She imagined that he was sitting there, watching. A smile drew on her lips. She proceeded to stroke the front of both thighs with the back of her fingers. The entire outer side of her legs caressed the softness of the sheets underneath her when she spread them to side, knees reaching her hip level. She had opened her legs completely.

 

Her left hand felt the soft down of her curls while the middle finger of her right one delved directly to her labia. She inserted her middle finger far enough to collect the moisture that she knew had been there from the moment she woke up.

 

Sufficiently lubricated, that finger slid upwards until it reached the nub that had been clamoring to be touched. She closed her eyes. Finally, that tortured area had found much needed relief.

 

She opened her eyes, looked at the silhouette and started stroking herself softly. She felt the slick friction with every upward and downward stroke. She'd return that finger to her labia to collect more moisture as needed. In doing so she'd tease her opening. She closed her eyes to make believe that instead of her finger it was his penis looking to get in.

 

As she continued her motions her left hand began caressing upwards towards her belly. There it reached for the bottom hem of her flannel shirt. She pulled it all the way up exposing her naked breasts. Her nipples perked at the feel of the cool crispiness of that autumn night. Immediately, she generously fondled herself imagining clawed hands testing her breasts' weight, marveling at their fleshiness and beauty.

 

Kagome's back began to arch so she could feel more of her left breast pressing against the cup of her left hand. Unintentionally, her buttocks rubbed against the soft cotton sheets underneath her. This created delicious streams of energy to flow to her groin area. Her imagination took her to a place where he was holding on to her ass too.

 

She looked back at the silhouette and returned to her original day dream. That is, she did her pleasuring in front of her beloved voyeur. She extended her tongue and licked it from the right corner of her mouth, and smoothed it across her upper lip towards the other corner. She didn't get to continue licking her lower lip. Instead, she bit it softly. The strokes she made on her own lips had overwhelmed her.

 

Unable to resist any longer she inserted her middle finger inside her vagina. As she entered herself completely she could feel how her walls held tight to her finger. She kept pleasuring herself with in and out movements.

 

The sound of liquids could be heard in that hushed room. She stopped for a second slightly embarrassed about that. By now she was no novice and had experienced this before. Nonetheless, she could not get used to that sound. She said to herself, It just feels too good to stop.

 

She looked at the silhouette once again and convinced herself to continue. She justified that the sounds were a nice bonus for her imaginary audience.

 

Her breathing had long since been deep and erratic. Surprisingly, not a peep of sound could be heard from her. She had learnt not to moan out loud. She couldn't. Her family was just a few walls away and she had learnt to control her vocal chords for the past month.

 

By now, her hips were following the movements of that middle finger. They'd meet it each time it plunged inside her. At times, she'd return the tip of her finger to her pearl stroking it without mercy and in crescendo.

 

It was at one of those intervals that she found herself at the doorstep of that fabulous point. She could feel the tension build at an accelerated rate.

 

She ventured to stroke herself upwards leaving all down strokes bereft.

 

That did it. She lost control. She opened her legs as much as she could and arched her back. Simultaneously, she wished that the owner of those imaginary ears would stand up, take her and plunge his hard cock inside her.

 

A ring in her ears engulfed her, followed by blackness and then light. The intense release provoked violent shivers in her body. Slowly, she relaxed with her left hand firmly holding onto her left breast. The middle finger of her right hand had decelerated to a stop.

 

As her breathing reached a normal level, a layer of sweat covered every inch of her porcelain skin. She shone in the moonlight and lay there waiting for the last of the tremors in her body to subside.

 

Once the calm took over she reached for her nightstand, pulled two tissues from a box and wiped herself with them. She threw them half-heartedly to the nearby trash bin. Consequently, one tissue didn't make it inside and it softly bounced against the floor next to it.

 

She reached for her bottom flannel pants and leaned back to put them on. She did so expertly with underwear and pajama pants all at once. Last, she reached for her futon and left it unattended at the end of her bed. She was too hot from her sexual exertion to cover herself. But she knew that she would cool soon enough and she will have to cover herself up in the end. By now her top was covered as it was before by her flannel pajama shirt.

 

Moments later she still lay there as the moon shown in; its brightness made it hard for her to find sleep. Looking back at the silhouette she admitted her despondent reality. Those “ears” were nothing but her stuffed animals inadvertently arranged to look like his beautiful ears and head.

 

Tears fell down her temples. A soft sound emitted from her throat to her mouth. Her hand quickly rose to her mouth to hush herself. She turned to lie on her left side and saw the silhouette through blurry eyes. Sniffing she said in a soft however audible whisper, “InuYasha….. I love you.”

 

The corner of her lips pulled down even more and this time she stuffed her face to her pillow. She let her sobs be muffled by its porous contents. After a minute or so of a good cry she turned and leaned towards her night stand once again. She pulled two more tissues, blew her nose and wiped her tears. She threw them with enough energy to reach her trash bin cleanly. She smiled and then frowned when she noticed that one of her earlier soiled tissues was on the floor. She leaned back saying to herself that she'll toss it in the morning along with the bin's contents in the toilet. She needed to be rid of any evidence of her nightly activities.

 

Finally, she was cool enough to cover herself. The warmth of the futon helped to soothe her sadness and cocooned her into sleep. After twenty minutes Kagome's breathing had long since reached deep sleep rhythm. The moonlight beamed through her window but from a less impressive and smaller looking moon. It had reached higher into the sky.

 

A few more moments passed when something stirred in the stillness of the room. The subtle disturbance came from the dark corner adjacent to the window. Unexpectedly, the silhouette of a man with a sword and pointed ears appeared.

 

InuYasha had been there all along.