InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Victory ❯ Victory ( Chapter 1 )

Story has non-con sexual themes in it.

 

Just a quick drabble one shot, hope you enjoy.

OOOOOOOOOOOO

 

 

 

He has her now.

 

He has won.

 

It was not the pursuit of obtaining the highest imaginable power, nor even is it the manipulation of the weak that has kept him focused all these years.

 

Her.

 

No, not her exactly, but so close.

 

It is close enough for him, he deduces. For she is the same in body and in part is her soul to that which he desires. Her flesh to his, alive and responsive; it is a sweet victory like no other.

 

He inhales her scent and knows he will never tire, never cease to yearn for her. His paralleled obsession between her and the one from which her soul originated drive his almost uncontrollable passion; his need to claim ultimate possession and ownership of her. His carnal need to taste her flesh, her blood; her sex.

 

His.

 

And this time, she will not leave him for that hanyou, she will submit. Yes, this time will be different. He is no longer injured beyond repair, lying in a dank cave, helpless mute and dying. He will have what has been denied to him for so long. Right here and right now, with her.

 

“Hush, my little one,” he purrs in her ear as she cries against his shoulder, resisting the weight of his body on hers; attempting to reject him from his rightful place. But he is a patient one; these things take time to accept for one so young and naive. She reminds him so much of her predecessor, he smiles at her.

 

His smile brings her no assurance.

 

Her body is taught and rigid with tension, with her fear, but this is of no hindrance. She is still female and responds as any female would to his ministrations of fingers, lips and tongue. Her mind may resist, but his upper hand is her body's defiance of it. She shudders under his touch, her flesh swelling and opening for him. Her gasps and hitches in breath become moans and heavy panting that she can no longer hold back. He desperately wants to hear her beg for him to fuck her, to plead and writhe for him. But he knows it is too soon for such things. In good time she will, he has no doubt of this. Patience has always been his strongest quality.

 

As he enters her, an almost painful sounding grunt escapes him. She is tight, like an unrelenting fist squeezing him out of spite, the sensation surprising him with its power. After taking a moment to let her adjust, after all he does not wish to harm his lover; he slowly begins to move in her. Further and further until he is seated completely in his lovely, beautiful soul mate.

 

“Kagome,” he breathes as he starts to move his hips, thrusting himself inside her.

 

The sound of flesh against flesh, his panting and their joining fills the room. Her eyes are clamped shut as ragged breathes escape from her clenched teeth. She hasn't cried, and that makes him proud of his strong girl. Yes, she is everything he had wanted from Kikyo. Maybe even more.

 

He kisses down her neck to her breasts, gently pulling a taut nipple in between his teeth, suckling and pulling at it. He feels her tightening around him; he pushes her legs up and deepens his thrusts as he places a cruel bite upon her sensitive nub. The metallic taste of her blood, acrid but like the finest wine, trickles into his mouth. She cries out in response, trembling and futilely trying to squirm her breasts away from his mouth as he gently licks and soothes the hyper sensitized flesh with his lips. It proves to be too much for her, as he can feel her sheath spasm around his length, her cries of pain becoming cries of completion. It is the loveliest sound he ever thought possible.

 

He groans out, gripping her hard against him for a final two thrusts, then goes still as he spills inside her. Holding her like that for the longest time, he lays against her, drained and completely sated. Looking up at her, he smiles. She is beautiful. Her dark hair tousled around her heart shaped face, her big brown eyes glistening with tears, her cheeks flushed.

 

His beautiful miko.

 

Complete in soul now.

 

He has won.