InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Unexpected Encounters ❯ four ( Chapter 4 )
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By: kittyb78 
Bankotsu continues his 'negotiations' with the woman he took hostage, until she agrees to his demands.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 08.28.2009 | Updated On: 08.28.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 570 | Status: Work In Progress
Bankotsu continues his 'negotiations' with the woman he took hostage, until she agrees to his demands.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 08.28.2009 | Updated On: 08.28.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 570 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I do not own the Inuyasha characters, they belong to Rumiko Takahashi. I do own this plot line.
Chapter four:
Warning Lemon continues for this entire chapter!!
In Bankotsu’s room, mere hours before sunrise:
He was still working on getting the woman to submit to him. She lay before him panting and moaning. Her small whimpers drove him to the brink of his self control. Before giving her the release she desperately needed, he reached over grasping her chin forcing her to look him in the eyes and informed her, “I spared your life and now you belong to me.”
She glared at him panting, “I belong… to no one!” infuriated by his claim. This was the man who had destroyed her village because he and his friends were 'bored'. Renewed anger fed her defiant nature.
He chuckled and she yelped when his teeth bit her hardened bud in retaliation. He sent her a sinful grin and repeated harshly, “You belong to me,” deep sapphire eyes daring her to defy him again. She clenched her jaw and he repeated fiercely, “Your life is mine since I spared you earlier. Normally I kill my opponents after defeating them.”
Rubbing his engorged flesh against her swollen nether lips smirking at the hiss of pleasure that escaped her tightly pressed lips, he continued, “You’re mine now to do with as I please.”
She hissed defiantly, “Never,” causing him to release a deep dark chuckle. He claimed her sassy mouth in a purely dominating kiss until they were both in desperate need of air.
Breaking the kiss he commanded, “Your life is in my hands now and you will do as I say,” dragging his shaft against her slick and swollen flesh without penetrating, earning him a straggled moan.
He smirked commanding, “You will join me and my men and travel with us,” and rubbed against her again thoroughly enjoying the way he was forcing her submission.
She hissed, “Never, I will-" breaking off into a moan before finishing adamantly, "never join you and your murderous friends,” arching her back as she felt him grind his painful arousal against her painfully engorged flesh again.
Bankotsu calmly assured, “You have no choice wench! You are mine to control. Mine to have whenever and wherever I chose.” He teased her sensitive clit with his broad shaft, as his finger slipped into her sopping hole.
She closed her eyes and tried to fight the moan that escaped her throat. He chuckled. “Do as I say and no harm will befall you. I will be the only man to touch you like this.” he ordered, continuing to relentlessly tease her body into submission.
She growled out, “Why would I join the bastards who destroyed my village? And what makes you think you have any right touching me?” refusing to submit to the wicked man currently wreaking havoc with her traitorous body.
His eyes filled with pure mischief as he reminded, “I have every right to do as I please with your body, you are mine wench,” inserting a second finger into her and watching the desire in her eyes begin to burn brightly.
He knew she was close to coming so he withdrew his fingers and moved to fan hot air on her diamond tips. She moaned as her nipples tightened painfully even more and gasped fighting back the urge to beg for release.
This damn man knew exactly what he was doing to her and her dammed traitorous body was so close to giving the jerk exactly what he wanted. She mentally berated herself for a fool for even dropping her guard and letting him get this close to her.
Smiling impishly he teased playfully, “You know you can’t resist me,” before taking her nipple into his hot mouth and driving her passions higher than ever before. Deciding it was time to end their little game and her resistance, he pulled out all the stops. The entire length of his body began rubbing along hers like a cat in heat.
Despite her resolve something wild in her responded, he was a primitive male claiming his mate and her body melted until she was living, pliant silk, moving mindlessly beneath his tongues onslaught; his taste burning through her like wild fire. She couldn’t think, could only feel, her body going up in flames desperately needing his.
He was wild, out of control, sweeping her with him in a storm of intensity. His mouth left hers to travel along her vulnerable throat, deliberately biting, suckling, leaving marks of his possession on her soft skin.
His mouth tracked burning kisses down to her breasts. He closed his mouth over her breast his teeth scrapping over the bud, his tongue hot and wicked, swirling around the hard bud. His arms, thick with roped muscles, rested along each side of her head, his mouth pulling with strong urgent hunger.
He wasn’t gentle- he was hungry, feasting at her, claiming her. “Mine,” he snarled and drew her into the hot inferno of his mouth. “Mine,” he reiterated, his teeth biting down until she cried out and his tongue immediately soothed.
Her body was a furnace, and she arched against him, trying to get as much of her aching skin in contact with him as possible. His hands moved over her possessively, stroked along her narrow rib cage and small waist, and bit into the curve of her hip. He yanked her leg up around his, as his shaft stabbed into her wet entrance.
She thrashed her head back and forth completely lost in torrent of the sensations coursing through her body, while the world faded away until there was only the thought of their bodies crashing together in a heated frenzy and the undeniable hunger raging between their bodies.
Her body rippled with life, with pleasure at his touch. His lips left her breast to travel back to claim her mouth, with brutal need and she mindlessly opened to him, matching him desire for desire.
His body was on fire, a strange roaring in his ears. He was wild and untamed, the primitive male inside him demanded her complete surrender and he wouldn’t stop until he had it.
She circled her hands on his chest revealing in the effect she had by touching him. This was no quick lay. He meant to show her who she belonged to and leave his mark on her. “Mine,” he growled the word, rocking forward driving deeply into her body. “Mine,” Wanting her to know he meant it. There would be no going back after this. “Dare to tell me you’re not. Deny it, if you can. Fucking try to tell me you’re not.” he demanded in a ominous tone.
His stormy blue grey eyes dared her to defy him. Something wild and wickedly primitive in her wanted- even needed his brutal possession; he could read that much. But she was afraid. She shook her head. “Not like this,” she hissed.
“Exactly like this. Anyway, every way, Say it. Say you’re mine. Say you want me. Fucking say it!” he demanded, rocking his hips forward demanding her complete surrender and absolutely refusing to be denied.
Her eyes locked with his. She licked her lips, took a deep breath. Her body ached with unbearable pain due to the need for release. “Please,” her voice trembled, as she was helpless to stop herself from begging for the release her body surely would die without.
“That’s not good enough. Admit that you belong to me. Say that you’re mine- out loud.” He commanded, in a tone that brokered no arguments.
A sob escaped her throat. “I do, I am. Whatever- just please do something,” She begged him brokenly, unable to stand the torment any longer. His blue eyes filled with triumph as she finally completely surrendered to him in every way. His spirit soared. She was his now, and she knew it! There was no denying the power he held over her and he intended to never let her forget it either.
He reared back slamming his body to the hilt inside hers, tearing through her slick folds sending them both careening over the edge. His indigo eyes filled with raw satisfaction as he smugly noted the marks of his possession all over her beautiful skin. The beast inside him purred with pure satisfaction, satisfied there would be no doubt of who she belonged to.
Realizing he’d not even asked her name yet, he resolved that in the morning he would discover his vixen’s name. For now, he focused on sending her into another mind shattering release as her reward for complying with his wishes. Afterward still buried inside her he pulled the sheet over them.
Absolutely exhausted from the strenuous activities of the past twenty-four hours and completely sated, her body quickly fell asleep. Utterly spent from the night long session of winning her over to his ways, he smirked triumphantly rolling them to their sides, and pulled her body tightly against his own; wrapping his arms possessively around her and closing his eyes, before falling into a deep slumber.
Warning: End Lemon!!!
A/N: Okay that’s chapter four. Now I wonder what the mystery woman will do? I guarantee Bankotsu won’t allow her to forget or deny her submission to him. Read the next chapter to find out how she reacts. As always please R&R, thanks.
Chapter four:
Warning Lemon continues for this entire chapter!!
In Bankotsu’s room, mere hours before sunrise:
He was still working on getting the woman to submit to him. She lay before him panting and moaning. Her small whimpers drove him to the brink of his self control. Before giving her the release she desperately needed, he reached over grasping her chin forcing her to look him in the eyes and informed her, “I spared your life and now you belong to me.”
She glared at him panting, “I belong… to no one!” infuriated by his claim. This was the man who had destroyed her village because he and his friends were 'bored'. Renewed anger fed her defiant nature.
He chuckled and she yelped when his teeth bit her hardened bud in retaliation. He sent her a sinful grin and repeated harshly, “You belong to me,” deep sapphire eyes daring her to defy him again. She clenched her jaw and he repeated fiercely, “Your life is mine since I spared you earlier. Normally I kill my opponents after defeating them.”
Rubbing his engorged flesh against her swollen nether lips smirking at the hiss of pleasure that escaped her tightly pressed lips, he continued, “You’re mine now to do with as I please.”
She hissed defiantly, “Never,” causing him to release a deep dark chuckle. He claimed her sassy mouth in a purely dominating kiss until they were both in desperate need of air.
Breaking the kiss he commanded, “Your life is in my hands now and you will do as I say,” dragging his shaft against her slick and swollen flesh without penetrating, earning him a straggled moan.
He smirked commanding, “You will join me and my men and travel with us,” and rubbed against her again thoroughly enjoying the way he was forcing her submission.
She hissed, “Never, I will-" breaking off into a moan before finishing adamantly, "never join you and your murderous friends,” arching her back as she felt him grind his painful arousal against her painfully engorged flesh again.
Bankotsu calmly assured, “You have no choice wench! You are mine to control. Mine to have whenever and wherever I chose.” He teased her sensitive clit with his broad shaft, as his finger slipped into her sopping hole.
She closed her eyes and tried to fight the moan that escaped her throat. He chuckled. “Do as I say and no harm will befall you. I will be the only man to touch you like this.” he ordered, continuing to relentlessly tease her body into submission.
She growled out, “Why would I join the bastards who destroyed my village? And what makes you think you have any right touching me?” refusing to submit to the wicked man currently wreaking havoc with her traitorous body.
His eyes filled with pure mischief as he reminded, “I have every right to do as I please with your body, you are mine wench,” inserting a second finger into her and watching the desire in her eyes begin to burn brightly.
He knew she was close to coming so he withdrew his fingers and moved to fan hot air on her diamond tips. She moaned as her nipples tightened painfully even more and gasped fighting back the urge to beg for release.
This damn man knew exactly what he was doing to her and her dammed traitorous body was so close to giving the jerk exactly what he wanted. She mentally berated herself for a fool for even dropping her guard and letting him get this close to her.
Smiling impishly he teased playfully, “You know you can’t resist me,” before taking her nipple into his hot mouth and driving her passions higher than ever before. Deciding it was time to end their little game and her resistance, he pulled out all the stops. The entire length of his body began rubbing along hers like a cat in heat.
Despite her resolve something wild in her responded, he was a primitive male claiming his mate and her body melted until she was living, pliant silk, moving mindlessly beneath his tongues onslaught; his taste burning through her like wild fire. She couldn’t think, could only feel, her body going up in flames desperately needing his.
He was wild, out of control, sweeping her with him in a storm of intensity. His mouth left hers to travel along her vulnerable throat, deliberately biting, suckling, leaving marks of his possession on her soft skin.
His mouth tracked burning kisses down to her breasts. He closed his mouth over her breast his teeth scrapping over the bud, his tongue hot and wicked, swirling around the hard bud. His arms, thick with roped muscles, rested along each side of her head, his mouth pulling with strong urgent hunger.
He wasn’t gentle- he was hungry, feasting at her, claiming her. “Mine,” he snarled and drew her into the hot inferno of his mouth. “Mine,” he reiterated, his teeth biting down until she cried out and his tongue immediately soothed.
Her body was a furnace, and she arched against him, trying to get as much of her aching skin in contact with him as possible. His hands moved over her possessively, stroked along her narrow rib cage and small waist, and bit into the curve of her hip. He yanked her leg up around his, as his shaft stabbed into her wet entrance.
She thrashed her head back and forth completely lost in torrent of the sensations coursing through her body, while the world faded away until there was only the thought of their bodies crashing together in a heated frenzy and the undeniable hunger raging between their bodies.
Her body rippled with life, with pleasure at his touch. His lips left her breast to travel back to claim her mouth, with brutal need and she mindlessly opened to him, matching him desire for desire.
His body was on fire, a strange roaring in his ears. He was wild and untamed, the primitive male inside him demanded her complete surrender and he wouldn’t stop until he had it.
She circled her hands on his chest revealing in the effect she had by touching him. This was no quick lay. He meant to show her who she belonged to and leave his mark on her. “Mine,” he growled the word, rocking forward driving deeply into her body. “Mine,” Wanting her to know he meant it. There would be no going back after this. “Dare to tell me you’re not. Deny it, if you can. Fucking try to tell me you’re not.” he demanded in a ominous tone.
His stormy blue grey eyes dared her to defy him. Something wild and wickedly primitive in her wanted- even needed his brutal possession; he could read that much. But she was afraid. She shook her head. “Not like this,” she hissed.
“Exactly like this. Anyway, every way, Say it. Say you’re mine. Say you want me. Fucking say it!” he demanded, rocking his hips forward demanding her complete surrender and absolutely refusing to be denied.
Her eyes locked with his. She licked her lips, took a deep breath. Her body ached with unbearable pain due to the need for release. “Please,” her voice trembled, as she was helpless to stop herself from begging for the release her body surely would die without.
“That’s not good enough. Admit that you belong to me. Say that you’re mine- out loud.” He commanded, in a tone that brokered no arguments.
A sob escaped her throat. “I do, I am. Whatever- just please do something,” She begged him brokenly, unable to stand the torment any longer. His blue eyes filled with triumph as she finally completely surrendered to him in every way. His spirit soared. She was his now, and she knew it! There was no denying the power he held over her and he intended to never let her forget it either.
He reared back slamming his body to the hilt inside hers, tearing through her slick folds sending them both careening over the edge. His indigo eyes filled with raw satisfaction as he smugly noted the marks of his possession all over her beautiful skin. The beast inside him purred with pure satisfaction, satisfied there would be no doubt of who she belonged to.
Realizing he’d not even asked her name yet, he resolved that in the morning he would discover his vixen’s name. For now, he focused on sending her into another mind shattering release as her reward for complying with his wishes. Afterward still buried inside her he pulled the sheet over them.
Absolutely exhausted from the strenuous activities of the past twenty-four hours and completely sated, her body quickly fell asleep. Utterly spent from the night long session of winning her over to his ways, he smirked triumphantly rolling them to their sides, and pulled her body tightly against his own; wrapping his arms possessively around her and closing his eyes, before falling into a deep slumber.
Warning: End Lemon!!!
A/N: Okay that’s chapter four. Now I wonder what the mystery woman will do? I guarantee Bankotsu won’t allow her to forget or deny her submission to him. Read the next chapter to find out how she reacts. As always please R&R, thanks.