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The Fall into Our Darkness	By : Kuronohime Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > InuYasha/Kagome Views: 12042 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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She ached in the most horrendous way. This was of unfamiliar territory to her. Why did that demon affect her so, she pondered and submerged her body into the dark water.
The dusk had fallen before the young priestess had composed herself enough to maintain her regular duties. She washed her linens, prepared some supper, studied the codes of the priestess' with Kaede and now she finally retired for the day, offering her waned body some solace in the cooling stream of the river. She washed her hair and body, taking great comfort from her favorite element – the water.
It was wild and unpredictable, but also strong and calming. It was silent but possessed the power to mold earth to its will. It paved a path to wherever it desired. A strength and resolve Kagome longed for.
She dived beneath the crystal-clear surface and danced with the currents underneath. They carried her as they willed and she did not fight them, allowing herself to be taken further along the bank.
When she finally surfaced, she gasped for air and tossed her wet curls behind her back. An arch of droplets cascaded around her.
She gazed at the sleeping sky, the moon only a sliver of silver against the black, starless canvas.
She lulled herself back unto the wet mass, floating on the stream.
The young woman closed her eyes and enjoyed the silence as her head was half-way submerged.
She could only hear the strong hum of the river around her. Strong and vibrant, but docile.
Behind her closed eyes she could see his body. So hard, yielding to her touch. She was unable to exile the imagery from her mind's eye. So supple, strained. Tempting. That forbidden engorged hardness begging for her fall.
Kagome bit her lip and slipped her hand between her legs. In the turmoil of the stream no-one heard her sigh.

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The demon flashed its eyes open, heaving and sweating from yet another nightmare. The memories of his unconscious rest slipped from his grasp like mercury, no matter how hard it tried to hold unto them. He had dreamed about... He panted and shook his head restlessly. The demon could not remember. But the dreams, they had felt so real. Like he had been there. Where was it?
A tree? An embrace? Insects gathering souls, a woman. A dark man.
He grabbed his head as much in anguish as in frustration. He wanted to remember, but it hurt.
The demon closed its eyes and tried to calm its breathing.
Kagome.
The human girl entered the hut, holding a small weaved basket that smelled a mixture of sweet, sour and earthy. She hadn’t come to him for almost a day, still feeling overcome by their last exchange. But she could not leave her ward completely unattended since he wasn’t able to provide for himself yet. So she tried to defeat the unsettling discomfort of being near the half-demon.
"Are you alright?" She asked, catching him at the most inopportune moment.
The demon turned its head away, feeling embarrassed. "It's nothing." It scoffed proudly.
Kagome picked up her hem as she walked over the threshold, hoisting the basket against her hip. She slipped a strand of hair behind her ear.
"I brought you some food." She said while settling down next to the demon's futon. If he did want to talk about whatever bothered him it was of no concern to her.
The demon carefully glanced at the basket, noticing there were wineberries, kyohos, persimmons and apples. Neatly sliced and peeled in colors of dark, lavish purple to rich and vibrant monarch.
The demon was not feeling well, so it did not sit up. Even though most of its wounds were healed, it had begun to feel worse for wear by each passing day.
"Let me help you." The woman gently said and slipped her hand behind its head and offered a slice of apple to its lips.
The demon's stomach almost turned with the thought of food, but sustenance was mandatory. It cracked its lips and the woman carefully slipped the small piece into its mouth.
It tasted bitter and had little sweetness to speak of, a fruit that was picked before it was fully ripe. The apples were not in their prime season yet. But there was a trace of something intriguing mixed with the sour taste of the apple.
It opened its mouth more now and she placed another fleshy bit of fruit into the gaping mouth. Brushing the demon's lips feather lightly.
The taste of that charming intrigue grew more intense.
The demon grabbed her wrist and pulled her fingers into its mouth. Her slender, white digits twirled around its tongue, mixed with the juices of the fruit. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, savoring her taste. A terrible, profound want exploded from his mouth and traveled down his throat to his stomach, settling into a knot there. He sucked her fingers forcefully.
"Wha-" She exclaimed and tried to yank her hand away, but his grip didn't falter the slightest. The demon raised from its bedding, his tussled yukata slipping down on his shoulders, baring his eloquent collarbones. His grip on her still unbending like steel.
"Stop...!" Kagome pleaded and tried to back away from him. But he was not a sickly, ill man now. The fingers around her wrist felt incredibly strong, rejuvenated. He allowed her to move back, but his body followed still clinging to their contact. He opened his eyes and they were unspeakably hungry.
Her lips parted. A trembling sigh escaped her own mouth.
He released her. His lips twisted to a wicked smile.
"I can taste your release on you."
Kagome's eyes widened with horror and she backed away from him with such haste, she accidentally knocked the basket of fruits over with her foot. Guilt churned in the pit of her belly, but his unapologetic lustful and husky words made her lightheaded.
He nimbly twirled off his futon and began to crawl on his hands and knees towards Kagome.
"Were you thinking about him or me when you touched yourself?" It grinned impishly.
She winced involuntarily.
"So..." He murmured with a low voice, dragging out the vowel. And in a soundless swoosh, he was over her.
"... It was me." He growled next to her ear, a puff of hot, humid, air hitting her neck.
She shut her eyes tightly closed and turned her head away. It wasn't true, she claimed in her mind and yet, her cheeks burned fiercely. She would never want a monster such as him.
He pushed her down, his yukata slipping further down. He didn't feel sick or weak, he could not feel the gnawing pain of his wound anymore. He overcame her and her eyes descended on the level of his chest as he shepherded her hands together and pinned them above her head. His pectoral muscles moved and strained beneath his skin when his hands maneuvered above her.
Kagome bit her lip. His body radiated intolerable heat.
The demon made a low, guttural sound deep in his throat and launched its mouth on her neck.
The woman gasped and tried to squirm away from him. She wanted none of his loathsome touches.
"Nnno...o." Kagome whimpered brokenly, but he only growled more possessively and lapped his tongue against her skin. His tongue was so slick.
"Stop it." She demanded with a mediocre resolute, pushing her shoulder against his bare chest. It was impossibly hard and unbudging.
He changed his attention to the other side of her neck, tentatively dragging his fangs along her pulse.
"I won't take you by force, if you are concerned about that." He murmured and let out a dark laughter.
"Where's the fun in that." The man spoke in a taunting whisper.
The young woman pushed back harder, grunting with effort. She wasn't a toy of his, a doll to busy himself with. Her Inuyasha would never act with such vile. She hated this... thing that had woken in Inuyasha’s place. Loathed this creature that was a distorted, ill-representation of the man she loved.
"Get angry." He urged her, almost giggling.
He sucked her neck vigorously and pressed his body down.
"I want you to beg."
She jerked her head violently and stared murder at him.
"I would never beg for anything from you." She hissed and nearly spat at him.
Suddenly, he released her arms and flashed a smile that seethed wickedness.
"Well then, I'll just have to make you."
She gasped and dug her fingers into his shoulders.
He circled his finger against her panties, his hand just magically appearing beneath her kimono, his razor-sharp claw grazing the millimeter thin fabric.
"No!" She yelped. His touch was too close, impossibly too close.
"Your undergarments..." The demon recounted, squeezing his eyes shut in concentration. Almost wanting to ask what that offending garment was called until he remembered.
"Panties." He recalled.
"They are soaked." He whispered to the juncture of her neck, rubbing his fingertips together, marveling the sticky residue on the surface of his skin.
She could not take the humiliation and the betrayal of her body. Why did his hands had to feel so good? Her thighs quivered. No. She tossed her head back. His knuckles brushed a cluster of nerves above her entrance. She wanted him to stop.
"I remember." The demon quietly began recounting a memory. A dream that had haunted it for weeks.
"I remember how you used to ride on my back, your panties grinding against my back." He whispered and hissed, the memory alone making him harden painfully.
"I remember wanting to fuck you. I wanted to take you somewhere out of the sight of the others. A cave, a tree. Didn't matter. I wanted to take you there and fuck you broken. But he always stopped me." The demon growled and ground his hips into hers. Kagome flashed her eyes open, unaware she had kept them closed.
"Even if he ran the front, I was always there. Underneath." An ominous revelation the demon uttered aloud.
"You could not possibly understand how much effort he has spent trying to restrain me."
No, Kagome couldn't. All this time she thought she had known Inuyasha, his demonic side and all. But obviously she didn't understand his inner workings, not if these were the things he had thought about her. His desires... Her thoughts were cut sharply when his lips sought for hers, and softly claimed them. Her first kiss. Her first real kiss where her partner was not mentally absent. He pegged her lips apart and conquered her mouth with passion.
Her eyes fluttered half-closed and her fingers relaxed on his shoulders. The one kissing her was not the demon, it was Inuyasha. The demon could never be that gentle and adoring.
She cried into his mouth when his thumb nestled against her clitoris. He smiled into their kiss and effortlessly ripped her panties away. Cold air hit her tender spots. Or rather, the air was not cold, she was just that heated.
He remained his ministrations and tilted his head to gain a better access to her mouth. She swooned and her body reflectively buckled into his hand. He had made her greedy for a taste of something she had sampled for the first time. Whatever he was doing to her, it felt vastly better than whatever she had managed to evoke with her own hands.
"H-how... How do you know how to touch my body like that?" She gasped once he broke the bond of their lips.
He tore her kimono open with less than tender patience, conjuring trembles and goosebumps along her body.
"Because it's mine." He growled, attacking her with thousand hands and mouths. Her body arched beneath him and all of that arch was touched by him.
It was a spell she was under. He was like magic. Dark magic.
He backed away from her, crawling still on his hands and knees, stopping when his face was leveled with her hips.
She had a vague idea what he was up to, but she was too dazed to stop him. All the nerves in her body screamed a white inferno when his mouth finally landed on her vulva. His serpent tongue teasing that little bead of pleasure all too aware of how it affected her.
She let out a shattered cry. It was like a child tossing a match into a pool of gasoline and being completely unprepared for the sea of flames that would come alive. She could not have imagined a heat so intense. She was so close.
And he pulled his mouth away from her.
"Already?" He teased. Being embarrassingly tuned to her body's responses.
Kagome whimpered, but the demon let her body cool down just enough she would not immediately climax when he resumed pleasuring her with his lips and tongue.
She spun in a vortex of indefinable pleasure, the demon sucking and flicking that small fleshy nub as if he had done so hundreds of times before with acute precision.
The woman grabbed his head, clamping her thighs tightly against each side of his head. She had been subjected to a most divine torture she hardly understood. But her mortal strength was nothing compared to his youkai power. He easily moved his head between her squeezing legs and lowered his mouth an inch below, delving his tongue inside her.
It was too much. He gave her a subtle tempt for a something larger inside her. Her disloyal and lousy body craved for a deeper penetration. She wanted to beg.
God forbid her, she wanted so much to beg for fulfillment, a relief.
"Please." She whispered so quietly she couldn't even hear herself speak.
The demon smirked with satisfaction and finally released her with a smack. Her body jumped.
He rose to his knees and shed himself of his yukata, revealing a landscape of taunt, hard muscles as the clothes fell off him.
Kagome swallowed with effort, scrambled up, not trying to pull close the clothes the demon had torn open.
She crawled to him, gliding her hand to his chest, timidly glancing a quick look at his awaiting hardness. It was darker than the rest of his pale skin, veined and twitched at her gaze. She almost swallowed her whole tongue at his impossible size. She had seen it before. Or some unplanned, bashful glimpses of it. But to her memory it had been nothing like that before.
Kagome wrapped her arms around his neck, pushed her body into his and tilted his head down for a kiss.
She could taste the residue of her body on him.
The human woman pushed the demon down unto his back against the floor. He complied curiously, not expecting her to be so proactive, but after bringing her into cumming half a dozen time, he could not blame her. And he was not one to complain.
Her petite body laid on top of his and he positioned their lowers halves in such alignment it would be easy for her to slip his member inside her.
When Kagome felt his hardness rubbing her slickened petals, she blushed and muffled a moan into a bite over her knuckles. Feeling him so close drove her mad. Her hips moved on their own accord along the length of his shaft, massaging his cock with her wetness.
The demon moaned and stilled her hips in their place.
"Enough teasing, woman." He commanded. "Give yourself to me now." The demon barked.
There was a hint of something dark in Kagome's eyes and the demon mistook it for lust. As much as she had succumbed to her desire, she had not lost all of her reason. She toyed with the rosary around his neck, placing his hands under the beaded necklace.
"Osuwari." She whispered.
Something impossibly heavy, like an invisible chain, bound him immobile against the floor. He was unable to move his hands.
"What-" He struggled to speak.
Kagome jumped off his body and quickly pulled her kimono close, running her fingers through her hear in an attempt to subdue any wild strands.
"What the fuck is this?!" The demon angrily jeered. It tried to trash and twist, but that magnificent force was unrelenting.
"Release me at once!" He barked and gritted his teeth.
Kagome shook her head, trying to still the quake in her knees.
"You will be sorry for this..." He threatened and slanted his eyes. "You can forget me being gentle with you."
"Osuwari!" Kagome commanded this time, louder.
The pressure around the demon's neck and wrists grew heavier.
It managed to wheeze under the spell.
"Bitch."
Kagome only smirked.
"It is the new moon tonight. After this day I will never have to see you again."
The demon didn't understand the celestial significance, but promised to itself that the moment the spell relented, it would claim her – with force.

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A/N: I know the pronouns in reference to Inuyasha differ from sentence to sentence. It's not sloppy writing (*cough*) but rather it actually has a meaning to it. Inuyasha is reduced to a beast. Hence I like to call his demon alter ego "it". But he himself thinks of himself as "him". (Whoa. How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?)
So, depending if I'm writing from Inuyasha's/Kagome's POV or from an omnipresent author's POV, it's either it or him.

EDIT: I had to tweak this chapter, since in the original version I messed up with the times of the day, duh!
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