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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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Lilian barely remembered the cup of sweet, golden wine they had given her. “This will help you relax and lessen any pain” Youko had told her. He knew she was tense about taking them both. She’d never done such a thing and despite her consent, her desire, she was grounded deeply in human morals.
She had swallowed the wine and sat in the center of the bed. Feeling strange warmth and a fuzziness move through her. She stared at the two before her, seeing them through a shimmering veil. She was suddenly afraid. Not of them, but of herself. And she reached for them. Letting Youko crush his mouth to hers.
Time slowed to mere heartbeats. Lilian let herself be pulled to straddle the fox’s waist. Her limbs twining around him like the errant vines he commanded. His arms wrapping around her, pulling her close to his bare chest. His mouth descending to worship the line of her jaw, and when he pressed his fanged kisses to the swell of her breasts she leaned back.
His powerful arm supporting her as she let herself go boneless against him. Dark hair spiraled in curls across his thighs and the rumpled bedding. Her hands slid over his biceps to his shoulders, nails raking lightly as her head fell back.
Sesshoumaru eyes the lovely tableau before him and leaned forward to catch her lips in a heated kiss. Youko was slowly lowering her to the linens. Sesshoumaru’s mouth becoming more insistent as her back met the linens. His tongue curling over hers, dominating the kiss, and she whimpered against him.
Youko’s mouth was sliding over pebbled nipples, one his hands sliding to her hip as he pressed his length against her cloth protected core. The blunt tip striking her apex making her tremble and shiver against him.
Everything was measured, carefully controlled. Each kiss, each touch, gentle, dizzying.
As though they could see and illuminate each concern, each doubt, each fear and will it away.
For Lilian it was like falling through honey. Slow and sweet and lethal. Her nerve endings hummed and zinged as clawed fingers stroked her stomach, parting silky robes to caress bare flesh. Fangs swept over throat and breasts and she arched into those deadly points.
When the robe was at last parted she felt the sweeping silk of Silver hair against her collarbone and stomach and then a hot mouth was lapping at her core. She opened her eyes to see pale hips adored with stripes before her. A heavy erection bobbing just above her face and she couldn’t help herself.
Wrapping slender fingers around it, she brought that brilliantly flushed head to her lips and licked him.
Above her Sesshoumaru tensed and groaned as she slowly let him slide past her lips. He barely brushed the back of her throat and retreated. His mouth teasing and tormenting. When he rolled them long minutes later so that she straddled his upper body she moaned as knowing fingers pressed into her.
Youko ran callused hands over the pale globes of her bottom and she groaned when his fingertips teased between them. She jolted at the wet drag of a tongue against that hidden pucker and then pressed back against him when he speared her with his tongue.
She wanted to protest, found she couldn’t. With fingers and tongue he prepared her and when at last he pressed the lubricated tip of himself against her and slowly drew her back, she felt a small pain. Sesshoumaru sensed this and brought her to blinding, shattering orgasm with his tongue. She wailed her pleasure to the sky even as Youko seated himself fully within her.
He stilled, feeling her shudder in his arms and gently brought her upright. His mouth capturing hers in a lazy kiss as Sesshoumaru arranged himself beneath her. His arms slid upwards to pull her gently down to him and pressing his mouth to her ear he rasped to her, “Bring me into you.”
Her small hand slid between them, catching his length and stroking it before leading it to her core. “Take as much as you can” he instructed her. She met his eyes and held them as she slowly began to impale herself on him. Sesshoumaru was large for her as it was, now he seemed nearly impossible as she felt him stretch her, felt him brush against Youko as he did so.
Her head fell back onto Youko’s shoulder as she panted for breath. Sesshoumaru’s thumb was between them, pressing her pearl in tight circles.
He gained another centimeter.
“So full…” she moaned. The effects of wine appreciated now. She felt incandescent.
And then Youko lifted her dark hair and clamped down on the back of her neck with his fangs. Her whole body tensed and then relaxed against him. Sesshoumaru sliding home within her depths, with no further to go.
She shook from the overwhelming feeling and Youko slowly released her. She settled against Sesshoumaru as Youko moved first. Her violet eyes snapped wide at the strange sensation that promised such dark release. When the fox caught Sesshoumaru’s eyes they pressed her between them tightly and rolled to the side.
She clung to Sesshoumaru, Youko lifting her leg over his own hip and they began to move in tandem. One in, one out. Sesshoumaru’s head dipping to suck at her upturned nipples, Youko’s fingers tapping against her pearl.
Breath locked in her throat, her mouth open and Sesshoumaru fused his lips to hers once more, pulling her breath from her, forcing his own in and then she was kissing him back. Mindless cries lifting as they pushed her body further and further towards that precipice.
She was hot and tight and wet. Her body undulating against them. Youko grasped her hips as he snapped his hips against the lush curve of her backside. His length speaking to that stretched pink orifice. Sesshoumaru rolled his hips into her. The soft rumbling growls and male grunts of pleasured exertion becoming a symphony to her.
Behind her eyelids, golden shimmers glittered to life and she gasped as she found herself being flung headlong into an orgasm that was richer, darker and harder than any she’d ever had.
The demons felt her body seize tightly and followed her. Her body limp and lax between them now.
Youko gently pulled free of her, “Do you feel it?” he asked.
Sesshoumaru nodded, “Tiny cracks. She is awakening.”

They had succeeded.

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“My lovely Mekharat”.
Lilian turned to look over her shoulder. A male stood there, beautiful in his darkness. Long silky black hair floating around his wide shoulders.
“I have been waiting for you.”
“You have?” she found herself asking.
He nodded eyes warm with emotion, “Lifetime upon lifetime.”
“Who are you?” She felt like she should know this answer but it eluded her.
He stepped closer and stroked her cheek. “The very first to love you. The one to love only you. Always.”
His words wove around her.
“Only me?”
He nodded, stepping ever closer, “It will always only ever be you. I am coming for you. I beg you; do not refuse my heart again.” Then his mouth touched hers and from somewhere far away she heard a woman shout her name. Even has his dark flavor flooded her palate.

“No Lilian! You mustn’t!”

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Lilian woke abruptly to warmth, and the slight pain of strained muscles. Her night with Youko and Sesshoumaru replaying in her mind like a time lost waltz. Every kiss, nip, touch echoing throughout her body. She was currently laying on her side. A pale, muscled arm over her waist, holding her firm. The stripes indicated that Sesshoumaru held her. Youko was gone.
Slowly she reached a hand to his side of the bed and noted it was cold.
‘Where’s Youko?’ she wondered.
‘I’m out patrolling’, came the swift answer in her mind, ‘Wishing I was there instead.’
She blushed sleepily. She stretched slowly and heard Sesshoumaru rumble lightly behind her. His grip tightening as he drew back against the hard heat of his form.
Remnants of her dream resounded in her head now and she found she was troubled by it. More so when she caught the unfamiliar taste of him in her mouth.
She was imagining it.
Had to be.
She was safely curled in bed beside Sesshoumaru.
It was just a dream.
Nothing more.
Surely.
Why then, did her heart pound in fright?
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