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Under a Silver Moon	By : inuyoukai8 Category: InuYasha Crossovers > General Views: 13120 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Action time ladies and gentlemen! Still no own. I had no idea that I had put up 18 chappies and no sweet lovin! Sorry about that. LEMON ALERT LEMON ALERT.

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Lilian sat in the center of the bed. Her heart beating a furious tattoo. She was terrified of them, of herself, of what would happen. She wouldn't lie, she wanted them. But would they want her if she wasn't the Mekharat? Would they desire her, if this bedding wasn't needed? She doubted it. She held no illusions about her own appeal. While not unfortunate looking, she'd been told all to often, that her hips were too wide, her breasts too small, her flesh too pale. Now she had to bare all of it one of them, perhaps both. She didn't think she could bear the looks she'd get from them. Still, if this was the only way, then this is what she had to do. It was better than losing an arm or something she reminded herself. What was it Sesshoumaru had said.. .they shared? Would they want to share her? Would she be ok with that? Her past was pitted with dark memories, and somewhere along the way she'd grown to fear the male form. Not outwardly, but in this type of situation, what would she do? Would she struggle against them, cry out? In her heart she knew they would never force her, not hurt her like that. 'How do you know?' came the voice she was starting to hate, 'You thought you were so certain before and look what happened. They might tear you to pieces'. She covered her ears and shook her head. "They aren't like that" she insisted. She wanted this. She did. She just had to remind herself that this would be different from the other experiences she had had. Youko was to be the first. They had decided after speaking at length last night. Sesshoumaru might have been the wiser choice. Being a Taiyouki he was most likely going to be the one to unlock her powers. However, her level of camraderie with the silver fox made him the obvious choice. She feared the act of intimacy, that much was clear. He might be better suited to deal with those lingering jitters. If he could not unseal her powers then Sesshoumaru would be the one to see to it. Regardless of her powers however, neither male had any intentions of not touching her. She didn't have to know that right now though, their intentions should be clear by now. She'd avoided them for the most part of today, but they'd both caught her in the halls, stealing deep, drugging kisses from her. Trying to help her overcome the great handicap of humanity....percieved morality. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Youko opened the door slowly, taking in the sight of her, tensed as she was, like a skittish feline about to bolt. He closed the door behind him firmly, breaking her reverie. She lifted nervous eyes to him and gave him a wan smile, "So it's you" she whispered. He nodded, moving to sit beside her. He made no move to touch her, though he wanted to, desperately. "I haven't done this in a very long time" she admitted to the space between them, "And my memories aren't ones I hold dear. I meant what I said Youko, I am broken. In so many ways, I know you are doing this for me, and I'm sorry". He covered her hand with his own, keeping his touch chaste and comforting. "Lilian" he murmured to her, pitching his tone to warm and soothe her, "Even if it weren't so. You are still desireable to us. Give yourself over to our care and let us make new memories for you". She wanted to believe that, with all her heart, that somehow they could make right all the wrongness in her life. If she even had a life after this point, either way, that wasn't their responsibility. It was hers, and she was tired of sitting in the shadows of the word because she worried about being hurt again. There was a pretty bleak future looming before her as it was, why should she hold onto old fears when they wouldn't make a difference for her. Not now. The silence stretched between them and then she looked over at him, "I trust you Youko. I trust you both" she told him. Her eyes no longer holding that deep seated fear. Wariness, but not fear. This he could work with. "Come here then" he said softly, and she did. Moving into the circle of his arms, straddling his lap and meeting his gaze fully. "We'll not abuse that trust you honor us with" he said quietly. He pulled her against his broad chest, merely holding her. Clawed hands stroking through her hair and down her back. She sniffled slightly and nodded against him. "I'm still going to be me right?" she asked. His ears flickered, "I don't know" he answered honestly, "But no matter the outcome. We are still here for you". She nodded again, pressing her nose to his, "I don't want to hate you". He brushed her nose with his, angling his lips closer to hers, "Then don't". The world slowed to fragmented seconds as he kissed her, coaxing her to respond. Her arms twining around his neck , drawing him closer. His hands ghosted against her sides, slowly drawing the robe apart as he did so. He used just enough of his youki to sweep away her inhibitions, leaving her worries far behind. His tongue lapped in long, slow burning strokes against her own, brushing the roof of her mouth. She tasted like honeyed wine, sharp and sweet at the same time. A heady combination, utterly addicting. No doubt Sesshoumaru was closeted away in the deepest chasms of his den, to avoid barging in on them. Her hands slid into the folds of his clothing, seeking the hot flesh beneath. He growled softly as her fingertips brushed against his throat. His hands fisted in the material of her thin robe, shredding it from her. Lilian felt the cool air brush against her body and then she was being shifted and spread out across the bed linens. The spicy scent of both males reaching her nose and she inhaled deeply in a gasp as Youko attacked the side of her neck with scorching kisses, and playful nips. Her hands slid into his shining hair to caress his ears, making him moan softly against her throat. His fangs brushed over the furious racing of her pulse momentarily but there was no spike of fear in her scent. Only the warm, moist scent of aroused woman. Clawed fingers brushed over her knees and delved higher, skimming over tense thighs. Slowly, she parted for him, her head moving against the coverlet as he stroked over the short cropped curls crowining her sex. He was in no rush after all. He tugged lightly on the short hairs, and when her legs fell away, he cupped the very heat of her. He growled softly, soothingly to her, keeping any lingering fears at bay, his fingertips greeted by the silken slide of her wet folds. Skilled digits effortless found that bundle of nerves and played it lightly. Her back arched, her sounds growing in volume. No longer soft pants, they had become low moans and soft whimpers. His head dipped to nuzzle at her chest, stroking hard coral buds with gentle lips and curling tongue. Her hands fisted in his hair, as he slid one elegant finger into her warmth. She was tight, having had no contact for some time. Youko would say more than a year easily. Being that neither one of them was small, he knew that much preparation would be required. Not that it bothered him. Not in the least. Slowly he pumped in and out of her, adding another finger and slowly another. Curling them to brush against hallowed spots within her. 'Does it feel good' he asked inside of her head. She even whimpered in her mind, 'Yes'. He caught her parted lips in another dizzying kiss, his free hand stroking over her throat, even as his other hand worked her to a frenzy. Claws moving with infinite slowness and care through vibrant folds. Her head thrashed on the pillows, her brow furrowing as she began to fight the nature of her feelings. Youko rested his head beside her, letting her press her face into his neck. Her breathing ragged, her whimpers driving him wild. "Y..youko" she panted, her body beginnging to take on a fine sheen, "Can't.... Oh god...I can't!". He nuzzled against her, angling hhis thumb over that pearl, "You can" he murmured to her in a hoarse voice, "Come for me". His touch, his words, so much sensation, within in and without. Her back arched as she cried out her release. Tears of relief flooding over her lashline, honey coursing from her core. Youko had had so many ideas coming into this. Things he wanted to do with her and to her, however his beast was pushing to the fore and his control was unravelling fast. Something that never happened to the fox. He shifted his weight, rolling to his back, kicking out of the siken pants that had grown all too constricting on him. Knowing her fear of the male species, he grasped her waist, lifting her atop him. She met his golden gaze with a sultry one of her own. Staring down, she saw his hardness resting against her stomach. So close to that hallowed area of her body, that place where she wanted him to be. "Take your time" he growled to her, trying very hard to keep his beast from pushing her down and ravishing her. She leaned forward, grateful for his concern and pressed her lips against his, lifting her hips as she did so. He felt it then, the pressure of her small fingers around his girth, and then his head was sliding back through creamy wetness. Lilian locked eyes with him a moment before she threw her head back and sank onto him fully. He was large, larger than any of her lovers and her body tightened in slight protest. Youko felt the small twinges around his length and his thumb moved to press against her pearl again, driving jolts of pleasure into her as she continued to stretch around him. He bit his lip, his other hand moving to her hip. She was so wet, so tight. Just as he knew she would be. Her hair cascaded around them, teasing his thighs. Tousled in riotous curls, her face was half hidden by the dark curtain. Until he caught it and pushed it over her shoulder. He was seated in her fully now, the journey to this point one of agonizing slowness, not that he would have it any other way. The walls of her flesh, pressing and fluttering around him, holding him captive in the paradise of her body. Lilian felt him pulse inside of her, the thump of his pulse tanglible to her. Her eyes opened slowly to view her lover. Her demon lover. His hands slid over her hips to cup her breasts, pushing them together, pushing them apart. Claws tweaking nipples to hypersensitivity. She moaned and rocked against him, gasping at the wash of pleasure that ran through her. 'What is that?' she wondered. Youko grasped her hips, lifting her slightly and pulling her back down. Her eyes fell closed. 'The advantages of having a demon lover' he whispered in her head, repeating the action. His knees rose behind her and she leaned back against them, moving against him in that primal rhythm of lust. The silver silk of his lush tail caressing against her back and neck. Making her breath come more ragged, her flesh prickle. Youko was careful with her, moreso than he might usually have been, reading her body, her thoughts and giving her what she silently cried for. She was utterly beautiful he decided, as she rode him to higher realms of pleasure. Her memories slowly being washed away by the trueness of his touch. The plan of he and Sesshoumaru. She was so close, her body beginning those shallow rippling motions to lead her to her end this night. He knew what she wanted, what she needed. The domination of a male, and he was more than happy to give it to her. Keeping them connected, he rolled her to her back, his shaft sinking into her heat once more. Her eyes widened, as his chest pressed against hers, the friction of flesh on flesh, making him close his eyes on a small groan. "You..ko" she panted. He caught her in a tangle of tongues and caught both her wrists above her head in a grip of infinite gentleness. 'I know what you need'. His other hand grasped her thigh, pulling it higher onto his hip. He thrust into her, hard. Her head fell back on a soundless cry, her body rising to meet him fully. Grasping his length in it's wet grip, unwilling to lose even an inch of contact with him. Youko felt his beast unfurl under his skin, angling his hips to strike that fleshy button hidden inside of her. His claws pinched and stroked over her pearl. His strokes became more powerful, nearly lifting her from the linens with each surge. He released her wrists, and she curled her arms around him. Panting his name, moaning in his ear. Each sound sending shivering vibrations to the very heart of him. Her walls clenched and fluttered, her body suddenly trembling uncontrollaby in the throes of her orgasm. Her nails bit into his back, her teeth met his shoulder, though not hard enough to puncture flesh. It drove his beast wild with desire and he roared his own orgasm as the heat in his groin exploded. His sac growing tight and drawing upwards towards his body as his shaft hardened to a painful level and then the ease of his release washed over him. The hot fluids of bodies rushing to collide and mingle in that those dark spaces within. And the world went black. Youko became aware of himself a few minutes later, the flesh of her throat caught in his fangs. Slowly, he released her, lapping over the bruising of the love bite he'd inflicted. He'd nearly claimed her in that moment, only the last shreds of his control preventing it from happening. Damn but he wanted to. Still did. Lilian panted softly under him and he was glad to see that he had cushioned his weight rather than letting her have it all. He was much heavier than he looked. He could see the faintly wet tracks along her cheeks, and he licked them away. Her eyelashes fluttered and she moaned softly, turning to meet his gaze. Her eyes were soft, heavy lidded, the eyes of a woman well satisfied. Slowly, as though she were exhausted, she lifted her hand to trace the silver fringe of his hair from his brow. "You're ok?" he asked gently. She smiled, a smile he'd not ever seen from her before, one that warmed him. "I feel perfect" she whispered to him, "I feel...well.... beautiful". He nuzzled against her throat, "And so you are". Lilian lay quietly beneath him for a very long time, letting her heart rate return to normal. HIs silken tail caressing her legs as they lay. He was emitting a soft sound akin to a purr. She had read that once somewhere that they did that. When they were happy. Her fingers trailed over his ears and he nestled closer, shifting against her, his softening length sliding from her, making them both hiss at the sensation. Lilian searched inside of herself. Did she feel different? Of course she did, but was this the feeling of her powers awakening? At a loss, she sighed, "Did it work?" she asked quietly. Youko pressed a kiss to her lips which were drawn down in a small frown. "I feel no surge of power from you" he admitted. She nodded, "So this means Sesshoumaru is next". He nodded, lifting up to meet her eyes. "What is it?" he asked. She shrugged, looking away, "I suppose that I should have more of a problem with sleeping with both of you" she muttered. He chuckled softly, "Why?" he asked, "Humans bind themselves to a set of rules and think that anything outside of them must be wrong. Do you love your family? Your friends?". She blinked, "Yes, of course". He nodded, "A heart doesn't limit love or care Lilian, only people do" he told her, brushing his nose against hers, "Tell me honestly, we know you desire us.... is that all it is?" he asked. She blushed again, "I... I'm not certain. I feel that it's more but that could be a throw back of being so dependent on both of you" she replied. He shook his head, "I think not. And you worry about tomorrow night don't you? That Sesshoumaru may not take your fears or needs into account. Isn't that right?". She looked up at the ceiling, "He is confusing to me" she admitted, "Sometimes he seems so cold like he is carved from ice and other times, he seems warm as a summer sea". Youko nipped her chin, drawing her eyes back to him, "He is many things to many people" he replied, "He speaks the truth and believes that actions are more appropriate to communicate. He would not harm you, you know that". She nodded, "I do. I know that only too well...... how do I read him like you do though?" she asked. Youko shrugged, "In some ways you already do. The problem is that you are both very hard headed and like to bang into each other from time to time. His concern for you may have started in the fact that you are the Mekharat, but it goes beyond that. He is dominant, always has been. He cannot bring himself to allow another to lord over him in any way. But he isnt the cold being you'd have him be". Lilian nodded, then 'eeped' as Youko rose from the bed, taking her with him. She blushed with mortification as he headed for the door. "What... what are you doing?" she demanded. He slapped her bottom playfully, "We are going to take a bath", turning back to the vines along the wall, he barked an order to change the linens. Then he continued on his way. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~` Sesshoumaru returned to the chamber well after midnight. Finding Youko propped against the linens, his golden eyes glowing softly in the darkness. Lilian was curled into a ball against his side, one hand flung across Sesshoumaru's space. he arched a brow at that. 'She's been fretful in her sleep' Youko told him, 'even called out for you once'. The dog lord said nothing, removing his swords and placing them within easy reach. He lifted the coverlet and slid in, Lilian's hand twining in his hair. He smirked at that. 'Well?'. Youko smiled slyly, 'Incredible. Which brings me to a small issue Sessh'. The dog rumbled against the sleeping woman as her brow furrowed and small sounds escaped her. 'That would be?'. He glanced up to meet his friend's gaze, 'I'm not giving her up Sessh. After this she's mine'. Sesshoumaru glared at him, 'No fox, she's mine'. They both considered the other in silence and then a wicked thought occured to them. 'She's ours' they said in unison.
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