InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Without Looking Back ❯ A Bitter Taste ( Chapter 2 )

A Bitter Taste

 

“Inuyasha…”

 

His goddess was kneeling in their meadow, beckoning him with a friendly wave of her hand. The hanyou boy gulped, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. His feet felt like heavy stones, his legs as if they were made of wax.

 

“Inuyasha…”

 

But the second call of his goddess cured his body of its crippling ailments, and he sprinted toward her, afraid that she would change her mind and turn him away if he delayed any longer. She giggled at his eagerness as he stopped stiffly before her. She motioned for him to sit, and he complied dumbly. Giggling again, she favored him with a cheerful smile that eased the tension from his body and made it seem as if all was right with the world.

 

His nerves returned full-force as she reached for him. He instinctively shied away from her, but she pressed on and finally her hand made contact with his cheek. She just held it there, tenderly stroking with her thumb. Now the hanyou boy leaned into her touch. It had been so long since anyone touched him like this; his mother had been the one and only person to ever show him this much affection. His eyes slid shut as he surrendered himself to his goddess.

 

They snapped open again when he felt her other hand grasp his ear, but he did not pull away. These hands were gentle, loving, so unlike the rough and uncaring hands which had pulled and pinched when he was a small boy. He felt a lone tear spring to his eye and tried to blink it back, but it flowed down his cheek anyway. His goddess paused, wiping away the stray tear and soothing his shame at having allowed it to fall in the first place. She smiled at him again, and this time he was able to hesitantly smile back.

 

Suddenly her expression morphed into a smirk, and the hanyou boy gulped again. His body heated and swelled, reacting to the lust in the air. He was frightened, but too aroused to flee. His goddess reached down and took his hand, placing it on her breast. She urged him to move, and threw her head back when he cautiously obeyed, moaning and baring her throat to his eyes. The hanyou boy licked his lips. More than anything in the world, he wanted to taste her. He leaned in to do just that…

 

 

The hanyou boy woke with a startled cry, his body spasming without his consent. His cock throbbed, releasing his semen into the fabric of his pants. He lay on his belly breathing heavily, wondering what had just happened. He had certainly never had a dream like that before, or the accompanying physical reaction. He hoped it would not be the last; that had been without a doubt the best dream he had ever enjoyed. So…why did he feel so dirty? Contemplating this bizarre feeling, he headed down to the river to clean up.