InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Vying for Dominance ❯ The Forbidden ( Chapter 4 )

The Forbidden

 

 

Braced against the rough surface of a magnificent oak, Kagome arched her back to press herself more firmly against Sesshomaru. He was holding her there, the solid planes of his body refusing to give her any reprieve from the hard surface; but she didn't care, couldn't feel the scrape against her skin or the cool moisture settled on its surface.

 

Her mind was clouded, thoughts just not seeming to have any place in the burn of desire. She knew, somewhere, deep within the haze settled upon her mind, that she shouldn't be here, shouldn't be feeling the things she was feeling, shouldn't be finding pleasure in the arms of one who had wrought so much pain. And yet she couldn't help herself.

 

Desire is instinct, it is in the blood; and her blood sang for him, for the raging fires to wrap her in their chaotic dance, for his power to bleed and blend with her own. He had told her he hadn't called to her, hadn't been the one to bring her to him; but he had. It was impossible to deny, impossible to ignore. This heat that bound them, this fire that had ensnared them both; it was something born of their hidden desires, of their most secret needs. And just as it had been his voice whispering to her, filling her with the heat of his lust; it was her voice that had answered, her powers which had reached out to him and soothed over the aching burn.

 

All of what was wrong, what was forbidden, what never should have been; and yet it only felt right.

 

Being held by him, feeling his strength of body as much as that of spirit, knowing the consuming heat of his touch and of his kiss, and being the one for which he would forsake everything, his pride, his honor, his people; and Kagome couldn't deny him, couldn't deny what it was she would take from him on this night, what he would give to her as she to him.

 

Temptation. No, it was beyond that. Lust. No, it burned hotter than that. Desire. No, because what she felt when he touched her was more than something so simple. It was stronger. Stronger than her, stronger than him. It was impossible, incredible, irresistible. So for all the reasons she could have given as to why this was wrong, why she should have turned away when there was still time, why she should have fought against the consuming heat; there was no longer a will or way to voice them, nothing but the need to see this through, to feel what she should never, to know what no other would or could.

 

She hadn't noticed when he released her, hadn't noticed that it was her arms that held him to her instead of his holding her tight to him. She hadn't noticed his distraction, or the way he was groping at the sides of the tree blindly as he searched for the locking mechanism. She was too focused on the feeling of is lips against hers, on the heat of their contact and the pulsing desire coursing through her body.

 

She was trembling with anticipation, her breathing ragged as she strained to catch scattered breaths in the sparse moments he would give her room to breathe. But it didn't matter to her foggy mind. So long as she could taste him, could have more of the poison that dripped from his fangs onto her greedy lips, then nothing mattered. She was hungry for him, for his taste and his touch and everything else he could give her. There was something primal in the way they moved against each other, something beyond control and restraint, something lost to the conscious mind, but so strong it could not be denied.

 

Feeling the deep rumbles that shook though his frame, she knew he felt it too. And he plundered her mouth almost ruthlessly, his tongue, longer than hers and rougher as it dragged across her skin, drove into her with such abandon it almost seemed he would devour her from within. But still it didn't matter. His body pressed against her, so greedy, so possessive, so much in need; and she pressed back against him, understanding his need because it was hers as well.

 

A soft gasp left her lips when he lifted her again, followed by a tiny whimper when he pulled her against himself and she knew without knowing what was coming. Because there was only way to calm the fires, to sooth over their consuming heat, to tame them from their wild dance. And they had been ensnared, caught by something more than what they were, something beyond what they knew; but they wouldn't fight it, that time had long since past.

 

There was cold all around her, it permeated the darkness that had taken away her vision. But though her eyes could not see, her mind could, and still the crimson fires of his spirit burned across her senses, and still she could feel the heat of those flames wrapped around her, holding her safely within the burn, caressing her in ways that were forbidden.

 

Leaning more into their comforting caress, Kagome gave herself over to the burn, let herself be led by the fires.

 

But it was the cold that brought her back. It trickled into her senses, washed away the heat of the flames, blurred her vision until only the black of the darkness surrounding them could be seen. She shivered violently, her body and mind screaming in protest, begging to be brought back to the warm and comforting embrace of the demon fire.

 

A tiny whimper of distress left her trembling lips, but he was there, soothing her with his gentle motions, his lips brushing across hers as he hushed her quietly and leaned her back to sit against the cold surface of stone.

 

He leaned his forehead against hers, his breath flowing over her lips as he panted to regain it. “You almost made me forget.” His words were followed by a low chuckle, almost as though he were laughing at some joke she simply couldn't grasp. And then she felt his lips on hers once more; only not fueled with the fire, not hot and searing with desire. The kiss was soft, delicate, like something to savor and cherish.

 

But then he pulled back from her, leaving her trembling against the cold left to her outside of his embrace. Kagome whimpered again quietly, her arms wrapping futilely around her body to try and preserve the heat he had left her without. Straining her eyes against the darkness, she looked around, trying to see where she was, where he had brought her. But there was nothing but the deep, penetrating black and the cold that seemed to come from everywhere.

 

Underground, she realized as another shiver danced across her skin. They were in some sort of cavern, something hidden from the outside world, and she had been so distracted that she hadn't even realized it.

 

A spark was ignited suddenly in the pitch, and Kagome looked to it immediately, relieved to see a light in this penetrating darkness. As she watched the spark grow into a flame, her vision began to clear. She could see the walls of stone surrounding her, the surfaces acid-washed until they were smooth. The more the light grew, the more came to her eyes.

 

The cavern was massive, stretching out so far that it seemed to disappear beyond the light cast by the growing fire. But as the light spread further, she could see that this place was not as cold as she had first thought. There was warmth her as well. Nestled in a curved section just off to her right, she could see a large pile of furs and silks, spread invitingly over and entire section of the cave. She drew in a startled breath at the sight of it, realizing that it was a bed, but simply awed by the massive size of it. She knew how incredible his true form was, knew the sheer size and presence that he commanded, but here there was simply a new understanding, a new kind of awe. Because she knew what this place was.

 

Her eyes moving again, wide with exhilaration to be granted the sight of his den, Kagome took in more of it. All around her, she could hear the echo of water falling from above, and as her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she began to see the faint glimmer reflecting back from a shifting surface to her left. She was close to the water, feeling the chill rising from it and even the cool dampness settling against her skin. She had been so lost before she hadn't noticed, but now that she had been given the chance to see, what she saw was incredible.

 

Something light and soft was suddenly draped across her bare shoulder. Kagome gasped, her hands lifting to catch the strange fabric, feeling the smooth, flawless silk slide under her fingers. But he was with her again, kneeling just behind her on the stone, his hand reaching around her to pull hers back.

 

“Sesshomaru?” Kagome was uncertain what he wanted from her.

 

“For the water.” His voice whispered in her ear, like he was confiding some kind of hidden secret only to her.

 

But still Kagome was confused. “Water?” she asked hesitantly. She was already shivering from the cold, and now really didn't seem like a good time to be taking a bath.

 

Sesshomaru didn't answer right away, instead keeping his focus on coaxing her to stand with him. She complied so easily to his unspoken demands, her body moving fluidly with his own. It was as though she could hear his very thoughts, know what it was he wanted without ever having to form words. But then, he could almost hear hers a well. He knew her body, every soft curve, knew her emotions through her captivating scent, and in the dance of her powers which washed and soothed against the burn of his own, he knew her very spirit, knew the light as he never had, never could, and was never meant to.

 

She was trembling against him, but thought he knew it was because of her mortal body reacting to the damp chill settled against her skin, he could find no fault in it, couldn't bring himself to recognize her mortal failings. On the contrary, it was empowering, to know how very frail she was, but to know also that it was to him that she turned for her warmth, that it was he who could calm her trembles with something so simple as the heat of his body as he surrounded her in his embrace.

 

A soft sigh left her as she leaned back against him, her head tilting without notice to reveal to him the full length of her neck. Such an invitation she was giving him, and she didn't even realize it. He could feel his fangs lengthening, his jaw parting even against his willful lock against it. She was a sin, what would be his damnation; but it didn't matter, not so long as he could feel her, her need that was matched only by his own, her desire which burned through the blood in her veins, and the burn, the electric jolts that seared against his skin but at the same time filled him with a warmth he had never known and made him hunger for her all the more.

 

He was drifting again. Even without her lips against his, even without the desperate pressure of her body against his, even without these things she could make him forget everything. With only her scent to wrap around him, the dance of her power flowing just under her skin, and her petite frame resting so casually against him; and she could make him forget his purpose, forget even his will.

 

It should have been disturbing, that for one who had made himself untouchable, unstoppable, whose will was stronger than any blade of steel, any amount of pain or suffering, who all his life had strived for power, control, conquest. It should have been something terrible to know that in this simple mortal girl lay the power to make even his defenses crack, his mental barriers break, even his will to falter. But there was nothing but the need, to feel more of what she could give him, to take more, to give more. It was something beyond his control, but he felt no need to fight against it, no desire to stop it. It simply was. Something primal, something beyond the mind and the body, beyond what he was and what he knew.

 

It was forbidden; but there had never been anything that had made him feel so right. So for one night it didn't matter, for this moment there existed nothing else.

 

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

 

Errr….I think that was my muses trying to tell me I'm not up for writing the lemon part of this fic just yet. But, the thing is, I really have some good ideas as to where to take this fic (I know, yet another one that got away from my ideas of shortness). The problem, however, is I can't get on with the plot until this pesky lemon scene is done with. *Le Sigh* maybe next time eh?

 

Well, good luck to me, I guess ;P Please drop a review on your way out. I'm in need of my fix ;)

 

Later All

 

Shadow