Fallen Souls 9/25 by Cassandra (NC-17) LEMON

[paxbanana]

Fallen

Chapter 9



?Kagome-?

His voice sent shivers down her spine. It always did. She struggled with his top, wresting it from his shoulders and baring him to her. His skin was smooth, flawless even though he had scars. She hesitated, pulling her mouth from his and merely resting her forehead against his. And her fingers traced those scars, feeling the raised flesh and feeling him breathe almost painfully against her. He exhaled tremulously as her hand fell lower, following the scars as they spread like spider cracks, following them to his waist.

His breath caught as her fingertips passed his smooth muscle, his stomach, and his eyes opened to gaze at her wordlessly. She gazed back at him, just as silent, reaching lower, lower still.

And then her hand closed around him and his eyes slid shut, his lips parting as if she had just hurt him. His breath came again, shakily, like a faint sigh, and she touched him once more, staring at him, watching the pain, the agony, flitter across his face. So beautiful. Her hand opened wide and she reached to cup his entire length through the pants but she didn?t reach. And for a small moment she was suddenly, brutally, reminded of her nightmare, of being torn inside by him, by his cruelty.

?Sabishisa o shinjiru??

She leaned into him, her lips tracing his jaw line, even as her hand grasped him, and she had him, she knew she did. He was in her arms, frozen stiff in sweet pain, and there was no control in his breathing. She felt an inward smile and slowly she released him, pulling her hand away.

He made a small sound that came close to being a whimper.

She lifted herself further up his lap, pressing her core against his and she felt his hardness clearly. He lifted his head, allowing it to fall back and she slowly intertwined him in her arms, moving against his length, brushing herself against him.

?K?Kagome-?

She shushed him quietly, dropping a kiss against his jaw, brushing against him, his hardness that only seemed to stiffen more. It rose in her a bit as well, the delirious rush of pain, but she did this for him, only for him. Because Kikyo would never do this for him.

His gasp came, muffled, as he tried to stop it, and he arched his hips against her, his hands holding her thighs to him. They were clawed against her, and his hands slid up her thighs, pushing up her skirt and reaching for more skin. She arched as well, bending backwards and pushing herself against him even more, never stopping her movements. His hands rose to her rear, shoving aside the skirt of her school uniform, and they clamped down on her soft flesh, urging her to keep moving, to keep rubbing against him. He lowered his head once more, lips parted, breath escaping him raspily, and the growl came from him again, reverberating through her as well. She closed her eyes, lifting her face upward, and as if it had been an invitation he pulled her down toward him, teeth nipping at the tender flesh of her neck. She sighed, almost purring, her hand lifting from his shoulder to tangle in his long, silver hair, her hips sliding across lap.

Light flashed across her eyes and she opened them into slits, staring at the brilliant light reflected by the Shikon no Tama. And for a small moment she found herself on her bed still, gazing at the jewel clutched in her hand, at the sunset coming in through her window.

But then Inuyasha?s voice came again, almost pleading, ?Kagome-? and she found herself rocking against him, her breath coming in gasps, her own voice crying out his name as well, as she straddled him, pumping her hips.

?Inuyasha??

One of his hands shifted down a bit, his clawed fingers reaching low and she cried out as she felt him touch her, a small barrier between herself and him. She thrust herself harder against him, her nails digging into his shoulder and he snarled, the sound rumbling in the room. She couldn?t seem to hold on to him, but no, it wasn?t that. She couldn?t seem to hold him in one place. She wanted to feel his hair under her hand, tangled in her fingers, but then she also wanted to feel his smooth skin against her own. And she wanted to touch his scars once more, make him tremble under her feather light touch. She wanted it all.

With a sudden muffled cry Inuyasha suddenly took hold of her in his arms, his fingers leaving her, and he fell backward, taking her down with him as he sprawled on his back. She found herself on top of him, still straddling him, and his hands tightened on her rear, his hips lifting to hers. ?Don?t stop?? he whispered, amber eyes lifting to gaze at her and narrowed in agony. ?Don?t stop-?

She nodded, breathing heavily, and she placed her hands on his chest to hold herself steady, her hips moving once more against his. His eyes closed, his jaw clenching, and he threw his head back, his hands kneading the claw marks he had left on her rear.

Kikyo can?t give this to you-

?Kagome-?

Kikyo can?t make you feel like this-

His chest was rising and falling rapidly, his fingers tight enough on her skin to leave bruises. In the back of her mind she knew she would find marks left by his clawed hands. It sent a rush through her, as if it branded her his. She allowed a smile to cross her lips, her head lulling back slowly.

I wish Kikyo could see this, right now?

Inuyasha whispered something, his throat working, and he trembled underneath her, the skin of his chest dampening. Such perfect smoothness under her palms, and she grazed her nails across the tender flesh, wanting to laugh aloud as it brought a muffled cry from his lips.

The bitch?I want her to understand. To see-

Growling, Inuyasha?s claws suddenly dug into her flesh, piercing her rear, her thighs, and she winced, stiffening.

To see how I keep you on a rope. Wanting this, begging me so softly for it-

?Kagome.?

I want her to see-

Light flashed once more, dancing across the walls, she saw the glow behind her closed eyelids and she didn?t want to open her eyes. She wanted to keep moving, rocking against him. She wanted him inside of her, but it would hurt. It would hurt like it had last time-

I?m not Kikyo. Do you see?

He hissed beneath her and his hands rose, reaching achingly for her skin, lifting up under her shirt, across her own damp skin.

If you stay with me, only me, I?ll give you all I am. All of myself. Not like her. She didn?t even want to give you the jewel. I would give you the jewel and more. Just say my name. See my face-

Her eyes opened a bit and before her she saw the sunset still, and the jewel in her hand. She pushed herself harder, her muscles slowly tiring, but she kept on, her lips parting. She blinked, not understanding, seeing the Shikon no Tama but feeling the sweet pain of climax so close at hand. No, she wanted Inuyasha. To see?Inuyasha-

Gazing at the sunset through blurring vision she heard his voice, hoarse, ?Kagome!?

Not Kikyo-

She slowed suddenly, closing her eyes from the sunset, from the dancing lights, and she reached blindly, for his pants. Beneath her he was panting, his claws scraping across the skin of her back. ?Kagome??

She found him once more, setting him free from the constraints of his pants, still working with her eyes closed. She needed this now, for him. To show him-

Not Kikyo-

He was stiff, all of him. In her hand, hard. She lifted herself once more, blindly guiding him, feeling his tip graze her in all the right places, and he whispered something again, so softly. Faintly, as if speaking in a dream.

Not Kikyo-

And she found herself as well, positioning him at her entrance, her entire form aching and pulsing as feverishly as he was. She wanted to open her eyes, to see how he looked, if he was flushed, if he was pale. But she wanted to hold onto this feeling, this reality. Gasping, she lowered herself onto him slowly, hearing the slow pained breath he took, and he was as big as she remembered. He parted her, making her want to break apart. But he slid in easily, and he lifted his hips against her, driving himself in to the hilt. They cried as one, her head falling back as he filled her, as his claws brushed her skin.

?Inuyasha-?

Yes. Yes, yes, yes. At last. At last! Make me-

His hips fell back down to the floor, pulling free a bit before he drove himself in once more, his voice echoing around her.

Make me yours-

He groaned beneath her, his breath lifting her almost as much as his thrust did. She reached for his arms, pulling them from her back and lifting them to her breasts, using him as leverage as she lifted herself above him. His hands brushed her, opening and taking hold of her with a trembling grasp.

Lights. Dancing lights.

Mate with me-

She slowly bowed her head, inhaling as his hips met hers once more, feeling so wet and slick inside of her. His thumbs brushed her breasts, taking hold of moundfuls. She whimpered, lips parting as she felt a shiver pass through her, and he groaned again.

?Kagome?faster-?

She nodded somewhere inside of herself and she suddenly needed to see. She wanted to see the pain on his face, the ecstasy. She brought herself down on him, meeting his thrust, and she opened her eyes slowly, catching a quick flash of light.

And standing only a few feet from Inuyasha?s head of long silver hair stood Kikyo.

She stiffened in disbelief, freezing in place and below her Inuyasha groaned once more, still thrusting into her from underneath. But she didn?t feel it, didn?t feel anything except the sudden coldness that pervaded her form.

?Do you really think it is you whose name he calls?? the Priestess asked quietly, her frame straight and proud.

She merely stared at her, stunned.

The miko cocked her head. ?Do you really think he is thinking of you? Seeing your face in his mind?? a slow smile came to her lips as she spoke, her arms crossing over her chest.

Kagome couldn?t have answered even if she had known what to say.

?Look at the way he reaches for you. But it is not you,? the priestess said. ?It?s me.?

And suddenly there was a shift, some kind of change, and she found herself standing where the miko had just been. She faltered a bit, finding herself on her two feet, and clutched in her hand was the Shikon no Tama, its brilliance dancing still across the walls.

Before her was Inuyasha still, crying out painfully, but it was Kikyo he made love to, Kikyo straddling him. Kikyo who met his thrust, who gasped and groaned, driving herself down on him. Kikyo with her priestess uniform hiding away the act under the long red skirt, clutching Inuyasha?s hands to her breasts, even as he was pulling apart the white folds of the uniform to reveal her nude form.

Kagome felt an icy shard of fear go through her.

No?

?He is mine, of course you know that,? the miko said to her as if they were merely speaking, as if Inuyasha were not even there. Her dark eyes opened to meet Kagome?s as she lifted herself and drove herself down. As Inuyasha pulled at her, snarling. A smile crossed her lips as she seemed to ignore him. ?He was mine from the beginning but you make all this-? and she glared, lifting herself and forcing Inuyasha to cry out almost for mercy, ?possible.?

Kagome couldn?t say anything, her form trembling. Tears rising.

?Had you not come along, not taken possession of the Shikon no Tama inside yourself, not played a part in reviving me?he would have been all yours.? The priestess? smile was positively sinister. ?You brought this all upon yourself, Kagome. All of it.?

No-

And Kikyo lowered her eyes back to Inuyasha, her hand reaching out and passing across his damp cheek. Beneath her, his eyes were closed, and he whispered Kagome?s name still. But as Kagome stared at the priestess, she realized yet again that it was Kikyo straddling him. Kikyo, even as Inuyasha thought it to be her. The priestess smiled once more, eyes shining, before giving herself back to him, lifting her head in pleasure and crying his name, shrieking it.

?Inuyasha!?

And Kagome screamed as well, lifting her hands, the jewel clutched in her grasp, to her ears and no longer wanting to hear.

?No!?

The shriek echoed throughout the room, in her head. Muffling all sound everywhere except for the beating of her heart and the rushing of her blood. And behind her closed eyelids, along with the image of Inuyasha and Kikyo, were the dancing lights of the Shikon no Tama, still. Even though she had it clutched in her hand.

And two hands grabbed her by the shoulders, shaking her roughly, suddenly. She stiffened, her eyes coming open and she realized she was on her bed, lying down upon the soft surface, the jewel on her palm before her eyes. Her eyes darted upward and before her crouched Inuyasha, looking almost horrified, grasping her by the shoulders.

?Kagome?? he said, the sunset painting him copper.

And staring at him wide-eyed, she suddenly felt the onslaught of tears. Pure painful tears that erupted in sobs. And she wept in his arms as he embraced her silently.


To be continued...

[Nausica?]

All I can say is, I'm glad that this was another dream. The lemon was great, except for the voyeur - aka. Kikyo.

I'm still confused - is Kagome under some kind of spell, or is she just having some major insecurity issues? Either way, I await the next chapter. I'm ever hopeful that this'll make sense soon enough

* muah *


- Naus

[Eden]

Ahhh the evilness of dreams. Kagome is having way to many of these frightfull things lately. Dreaming is suposed to be relaxing, not stressful. Hummmm. Makes you wonder, eh?

Well, till next time.

~Eden

[Morrighan]

Wow, I am hooked onto this story, hook, line and sinker. This is just so interesting...

Can't wait to see more!!

[dark-angel]

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