Adult-FanFiction.org : Inuyasha / Yashahime

The Next Generation	By : groovytits Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female Views: 5240 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own anything pertaining to Inuyasha. All credit goes to Rumiko Takahashi. No profit was made off of this story.

Chapter List
- 14
- 15
This hunt was ridiculous, and my surfacing beast was causing vaginal distress. Despite that, I was more angry than horny. Okukaze tricked the three of us into coming. This wasn’t a ‘welcome home’ party, this was a plot to fuck me. I almost laughed at his desperation. If he found me at all, I would give him the beating of his life. In the back of my mind, some sadistic part of me hoped that he would find me. Or Zukimu, or Moriko. Or any male. Even a female would do, though I doubted I would get satisfaction from putting a woman in her place. When the young demoness explained what was happening to Yuuaa and I, my older human sister sat on the ground with a smile. I stopped to pull her back up, but she just smiled and waved me off,
“You go on. I’ll just wait here.”
Fine. I rolled my eyes and dashed off. She was such a dog sometimes. Me feet barely touched the ground as I ran, my eyes and nose sniffing for some sort of vantage point to launch a good attack on my future assailant. I felt my blood run hot, and I felt that my body was betraying me. Images of a scrap transformed into a violent bout of rutting. I couldn’t get the image of genitals out of my head. I wanted to fuck, and I wanted to kill at the same time. This whole thing could’ve gone a lot smoother if Okukaze wasn’t such a manipulative bastard. He could have seduced me in a way that made me feel desired instead of victimized, but he had to make it more complex than it had to be. I’m not going to lie; the man was dazzling, strong, and had a great position of power. I may not have accepted his offer to mate with him, but I would have fucked him. But he just made me mad by treating me like a stalked lamb. He would learn that I would not roll over for him, and that he would be the one that was bested.
I smelled a male’s scent behind me, and I quickly associated the scent with Moriko. Thank god. He would help me. That was my initial reaction. My gut instinct was urging me to either hide or defend myself from him though. Unluckily, I chose that particular time to control my base self and go against my instincts. I stopped and turned around as the wolf came through the bushes. His eyes where glowing red, and his extremities where protruding. His fangs were bared and his shoulder were hunched, his claws flexing. I noticed his dick before all of that before. It was much larger than I imagined a normal penis would look, and veins where bulging out. I would have never known what my cousin looked like under his pelt had he not been completely naked. I may have led you to believe that the male was small, but that was never the case. He is much larger than myself, and a lot stronger. He just wasn’t as big as his two brothers.
“Come here.”
His voice was husky and deep, and his smell was extremely aggressive. His musk tempted me, and I felt more drawn to him as the seconds ticked by and my logical nature was slowly slipping away. I couldn’t go to him though, something was telling me to either run or fight. I don’t know why I did it, but I took off like a bat out of hell. He followed, and he was much faster than I. Moriko was much too close for comfort, I could feel his labored breathing on my back right before he violently tackled me to the ground. I twisted in his grip and made a clawed grab for his exposed penis to execute my signature go-to move. He quickly caught both wrists with brutal force and slammed me to the ground.
“Defiant little bitch.”
he growled. This was not the playful Moriko that I knew any more. This was a possessed demon, filled with a brutal lust for release. I wasn’t as scared as I should have been, because at that point my thoughts were gone. All that was left was animal instinct, and that instinct was getting excited to fight the brute above me. He caught my hip in one hand and flipped me onto my stomach quickly, his rod poking my covered ass. It was then that I let go of my hold upon my scent, and he was bombarded by my heat. I could even smell my own musk, and my pussy was weeping onto my leg. He growled and began to push my pelt up my rear. I growled and kicked out at him in warning, but he held me tightly to his groin. I was about to buck against him and hopefully disconnect us when I smelled him. Okukaze was coming at us, and he was coming at us quickly.
“Run!”
I snarled at the man behind me. He was so caught up with exposing me that it took him a second to pay attention to my command. He sniffed the air, and his red eyes widened. He jumped to his feet and yanked me with him, and we were quickly running away from the threat together. I felt scared when my rare flight instinct kicked in, but the fact I was being hunted to mount thrilled my primal self. It was hard to remember exactly why I was running when I was lusting so tremendously for violence.
I wasn’t going as fast as Moriko, and I found myself trailing behind. He growled and slowed down, throwing me over his shoulder.
“Slow wench.”
We were in mid-air, about to land on some high branch, when I felt a bone-shattering force send my ass down to the forest below. I landed on Moriko’s stunned form, my own body was in shock for a second, but I quickly recovered when the massive wolf landed beside me. My red eyes squinted at Zukimu and beheld his half-naked form in all of its glory. All he was wearing was a black pelt. His muscles where perfectly chiseled, his torso only slightly covered by a thick sheet of curly black chest hair and a very thin sheen of sweat. His eyes where a darker crimson than that of his brother.
I growled up at him and scurried off of the recovering wolf below me. I was crouching with my hands and feet solidly on the ground,
“Found you.”
Yeah. I could see that. It was strange that I didn’t even smell him coming at us when my senses where so piqued. My black tail was between my legs and I gave him a cautioning little growl. Moriko stood up and began barking at his bigger brother, but Zukimu threw him to the ground and held him by the neck. I could see the smaller man bear his neck with a snarl. My chances for escape where now better than ever. I knew I couldn’t take both wolves on at once. Especially since one of the wolves easily outweighed me by over a hundred pounds. I began slowly backing up while standing upright while Zukimu was shouting something at Moriko on the ground. As soon as I turned around, I ran into the solid wall that was Okukaze’s chest, my hands instinctually went up to shield my face, but he caught both of my wrists with a squeezing force that had me whining. The bigger man twisted me so that my back was facing him, my arms locked into an incredibly painful hold. I tried to get away by letting my knees hit the ground, but I only made it halfway down when both shoulders popped out of place. I howled in pain when Okukaze still held his grip on me. Zukimu let his twin brother up and approached us. He snarled at Okukaze, who bared his fangs back at him.
“I caught her.”
He declared. Zukimu shoved his right shoulder, my arm getting pulled back more by the force of the push. I whimpered and tried to get the attention of one of the brutes to make Okukaze release me. Zukimu demanded just that. Okukaze pulled me up, and I howled. Tears where streaming down my face. Sesshomaru would have been ashamed if he could see me then. I never cried from pain, my body was too used to it. But I wasn’t in control anymore. Neither of the wolves cared about the amount of pain I was in, but Moriko saved me,
“You’re going to break her before you can break her in.”
He growled out. Okukaze looked down and seemed angry at me for being so delicate. He was breaking my shoulder bones. I bet even he would shed a tear from that. Okukaze stood me up completely and quickly popped my arms back into place.
“I found her first.”
Moriko said. They were standing around me now.
“Doesn’t matter. I took you both down.”
“And I caught her. So, I get to fuck her.”
This whole sexist thing was retarded as far as I was concerned. Why didn’t I get a say on who I fucked? Or if I fucked for that matter.
“Nobody will fuck me.”
I scampered out from the circle and held my ground. They forgot about each other for the moment and the three of them advanced towards me at once. I couldn’t run. They would instantly catch me. All I could do was fight them off. I backed into a large oak and felt my bow dig into my back slightly. That’s right. I’d never disarmed myself, even when I fought Okukaze. My hand went to my thigh, and their eyes traveled with it. Using my other hand that wasn’t being watched, I’d quickly taken out and thrown three knives. They went towards Zukimu’s chest. I had to take him out first, he would be the most problematic. I wouldn’t kill him, but I would disable him long enough to run back to the safety of my wolf and horse, then the safety of my house.
I buried those sharp blades deep in his right pectoral, but he didn’t seem to feel it. I took out my axe and hit him in the thigh. I could have killed him if I wanted to, but I loved him despite the fucked up shit he was putting me through at the moment. They kept coming forward. I barely had time to draw the sword at my hip before Okukaze said,
“Disarm her!”
Well, more like screamed. I held my blade infront of me in the most threatening way possible. Okukaze chuckled darkly at me,
“You won’t kill us.”
He was right. They knew I was bluffing. I sheathed it and darted to the side, but Moriko grabbed me by my swollen wrist and hauled me back, slamming me back into the tree.
“Troublesome bitch.”
He snarled into my ear. The smaller of the three pinned my arms to my sides against the rough bark of the tree. I broke his hold with a wince and slapped him across the face as hard as I could, drawing three large gashed across his face with my nails. Zukimu was on me next, his forehead against mine. We were sharing breath, our eyes locked in a heated battle. Moriko was raging behind him, and I knew that I got him good by the amount of blood I could smell spilling out of his face.
“You don’t know when to quit. This could have been very nice for you…”
I could feel his claws on the backs of my thighs when he lifted me up, wrapping my legs around his hips. His nostrils flared when my heat was exposed to the humid air,
“You like this, don’t you?”
His hands tightened around my thighs, and I could feel the skin opening up where his claws dug into me. I’ll admit it. I did like it. He ground his hips forcefully against me, and I could feel his erection pessing painfully hard against my womanhood. The fur of his black pelt was rubbing against me, soaking up my freely flowing juices. I could feel breath at the side of my neck, but I didn’t dare take my gaze away from Zukimu to see who was beside me.
“Yield.”
He commanded. I remembered Moriko’s fully exposed and erect penis, and I could tell that Zukimu was much bigger. That seemed monstrous to me. It wouldn’t fit. I bared my fangs and made to take a bite out of his nose, but he pulled back quickly. That made him mad. He picked me up by the hair and slammed me into the dirt face-first. When he lifted my head away from the forest floor, I could feel blood gushing out of my nose. He wasted no time in pulling me up onto my hands and knees. His hand was on my ass, and he was gripping one cheek with that brutal grip that had been used on me so much today. I was still covered, though. I guess he didn’t want to reveal his prize to the other two. He bent over my body, completely covering me. I had no idea when he took my blades out, but I didn’t feel them digging into my back when he pressed his torso into me. He whispered into my hair,
“If you don’t relent within the next three seconds, I’m going to enter you here.”
He squeezed my ass extremely hard again,
“ And while I’m still inside of you, Moriko will have you here.”
He released my ass to instead bring his hand up and stick three of his fingers forcefully in my mouth. I didn’t give him the satisfaction of a gag when the tips of his fingers hit the back of my throat.
“And Okukaze will take you…”
His big hand traveled harshly down my throat and to my pussy. His hand hovered over it,
“Here.”
He delivered the hardest slap I’d ever felt directly to my pussy. I did give him the satisfaction of a yelp. The situation had completely escalated out of hand.
“And if I do give in?”
My voice was quivering. Zukimu buried his fingers into my pubic hair, gently petting it like he would a kitten,
“Then you can have me anywhere you want.”
He was out of his mind. What can you do with an ultimatum like that? Rape by three men, or one. And be assured, by this point it would be rape. It was fun at first, playing cat-and-mouse. The laughing stopped when I had to draw a blade. I still wasn’t in my right mind, but my instincts were screaming at me to run instead of demanding blood. I felt that my body was being threatened, and indeed it was. I didn’t want this. Under different circumstances, I would still be unsure. I’d grown up with these demons, and with that came a sense of familiarity that I wasn’t comfortable fucking. I couldn’t run, and I couldn’t fight. Somehow, I pushed past the drug that had flooded my conscious. A tiny part of me was thinking straight. I would do the only thing that I could do, and that was to attack their weaknesses.
Okukaze was bending over us, snarling.
“I laid claim first, get off or you will bleed.”
Moriko was also barking and raging, but at a safer distance; his face was now almost fully healed. I buried my face into Zukimu’s inner arm, leaning as far away from the side where Okukaze stood.
“Zukimu.”
My voice was at a whine and I felt his body tense,
“Don’t let him take me. Don’t let him hurt me.”
I didn’t bare my neck, or verbally give in. That would be grounds for him to take me any way he wished. I knew that much, atleast. I did indirectly appoint him as my protector, and I knew that it would kick some form of protective instincts into him. I stared unblinking on the forest floor, conjuring tears from the amount of strain on my eyes. With tears now running down my face lightly, I looked up at the wolf with the biggest eyes I could muster. I felt that I was slowly beginning to sober up. Zukimu looked down at me and something seemed to click within him. He wrapped those brawny arms around my mid-section and hoisted me up. I was set back onto my feet and pushed behind his back,
“My bitch.”
He growled to his brother. Okukaze gave a roar and charged at Zukimu, and he charged back. I saw them collide with jarring force, then I turned my attention to Moriko. With his brothers distracted, he stalked over to me and began to circle like a buzzard. I held out my hand and made a whining sound in the back of my throat,
“Moriko, come here.”
My voice was a purr, and he took the bait. He pushed me against the tree, more gently this time.
“I want you.”
I breathed to him. My leg came up and encircled his left hip. He eagerly began pushing my pelt up,
“Not here. They will stop you.”
My voice was still low. My tail came up and rubbed his thigh.
“Take me far away.”
He was hooked. I was gathered into his arms and he took off with a leap. High ground was his preferred route of travel. The other two weren’t as able as he was in the branches.
“Go to the fire, I want to get Yuuaa.”
This seemed like an even better idea to him. Moriko switched to the mentioned direction. He jumped high and we cleared the tree tops. The clearing was a couple of miles away, and my stomach dropped when I realized that something was wrong. The smoke from the fire was much too heavy, and the wind carried the scent of blood to my nose. I looked up into Moriko’s confused face. He had seen it too, and I knew that the haze in his mind began to clear when something sparked in his eye.
“Moriko, hurry.”
I urged. Something was terribly wrong, and my only thoughts where those of my brother and Yuuaa.
- 14
- 15
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

The Next Generation