Memories Of the Fire he Started
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InuYasha › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,800
Reviews:
13
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Memories Of the Fire he Started
Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha or any related characters... I wish I did though!
Memories of the Fire He Started
Sango sighed as she stared into the campfire. Kagome and Shippo lay curled in her sleeping bag, while Miroku leaned against the trunk of a tree, his staff across his sed sed legs. InuYasha lay snoozing in a tree. She was now alone with her thoughts, with the memories of Naraku’s deception.
[Flashback]
She’d awoken in a room, her wounds cleaned and dressed. She could faintly hear the voices of the lord and his servant outside her room. She’d vowed to kill tInuYInuYasha hanyou that had destroyed her people, but the lord Kagewaki (is that how it’s spelled?) had requested she rest one more night before venturing out. Now she lay on the soft futon the lord had so kindly provided, staring sleeplessly at the ceiling.
“You are still awake, I see,” the lord’s soft voice floated through the air.
S mov moved her head to see the young lord kneeling beside her. “Hai, why are you here?”
“I felt a need to check on you. Are you feeling well?”
“A little, fine enough to hunt down that hanyou bastard!”
Kagewaki nodded. “So you cannot be deterred from this mission?”
Sango shook her head.
The young lord sighed softly and gently touched her cheek. “One so lovely should not feel such hatred and sorrow.”
Sango froze. No man had ever said such things to her. Most men were intimidated by her strength. She stared dazedly into the young lord’s rust colored eyes. He was so handsome, and yet he called her beautiful. Slowly, she sat up, her sheet gently falling from her bound chest into her lap. “Y-you think me lovely?”
Kagewaki smiled. “But of course. Who could not? Such strength is most exotic and enticing in a woman.”
Sango could feel her face burn red as she shyly looked away from the young lord’s eyes. “No one has ever told me so.”
Kagewaki smiled again and gently tipped her face back to his. “Then all those that have not are fools,” he whispered softly before rushrushed his silky lips against hers.
Sango gasped slightly as he pressed his lips harder against hers in a chaste kiss. She then sighed as one of his hands danced along her spine, whilst the other tipped her head back further so his lips could gain better purchase.
Slowly, the pair fell against the soft futon, Kagewaki’s body covering hers. Sango moaned as he gently trailed kisses down the slope of her neck. Usually, she was not this forward with a man, far more shy, but with him, she felt as though all inhibitions could be thrown aside. Her firm, tanned legs moved slowly up the sides of the young lord, her fine hairs brushing sensuously against the fabric of his sleeping yukata.
Before she could think, his robe was discarded and both were under the sheets, the young lord, teasing her body gently as a strange, gnawing ache built in her body.
“My lord!” she gasped as his hands brushed against the aching peaks of her, now unbound, breasts.
“Sango,” the young lord groaned against her skin as he pressed his hardness into her stomach.
Sango moaned as the ache built, now a burning need. She wanted him, she needed him to quench this burning lust for the young lord. “Onegi, my lord. Onegi,” she pleaded softly.
She could feel Kagewaki smile against her shoulder as he positioned himself at her entrance. “Are you certain? This may hurt, my dear,” he said as he lifted his head and stared into her dazed, lust filled eyes of russet.
Sango nodded, she needed him. “Onegi.”
Kagewaki nodded, his rust colored eyes now crimson with need. “As you wish, my dearest,” he said as he swiftly impaled her body with his manhood.
Sango clenched her teeth as she felt her maidenhead rip asunder. She could feel a few burning tears escape her eyes, only to be kissed away by the man above her. “Tell me when you are ready, Sango-chan.”
After a while, the pain seemed to fade, Sango lifted her hips slightly, in experiment, and moaned as he slipped deeper inside her. “Oh Kami!” she gasped.
Kagewaki felt his eyes roll back slightly as he moved further within her. Taking that as a sign that she was ready, he began to thrust in and out of her, to the pleasure of both parties.
Sango moaned and mewled as the ache returned with full force, burning away at her loins as he slammed his body within hers. She was sure she would feel sore in the morn, but she did not care. She felt as though fires were being lit within her as they continued, her thighs pressing against her stomach as her knees hung over the young lord’s shoulders. She did not want this to stop, but she also wanted to know what this burning ache was leading to. Suddenly, she felt as though something snapped within and a great flood of pleasure swarmed her being, she shued aed and convulsed around the lord’s thick member, causing him to give a roar as he thrust himself deep within her and released a liquid hot flood of his seed before collapsing beside her body.
Sango gasped for air as she felt the fuzzy afterglow begin to fade. “Kami… I have never felt anything like that before.”
Kagewaki turned slowly to Sango, his eyes still strangly crimson in the darkness of the night. “Know now, that you belong to me, my dearest Sango. I will have no other but you.”
Sango smiled sadly to the man beside her. “Hai.” ‘I feel for you so, but I know I shall never return to you, dearest lord. I know I will not live so long. Perhaps in our next lives,’ she finished mentally before drifting ofto ato a perfectly sated sleep.
[Flashback End]
Sango stared deeply into the flames of the fire. She now knew that the man she’d fallen for so instantly was Naraku. The youkai that had destroyed he village and killed her family, and that now held her brother, Kohaku, as his prisoner and faithful puppet. And yet, she still could feel the softness of his caress, the deep feeling within his eyes. How could she hate and crave this youkai at the same time? Did that make her a bad person?
With a heavy sigh, she curled back up on her mat and drifted off into a restless sleep, plagued with the lustful memories of her night with Naraku. The camp now lay deeply asleep, unaware of the pair of crimson eyes that watched them.
“My dearest Sango. I did not lie when I said you belonged to me. I will have you, you and the jewel shards. Know this, my dearest Sango, I will never leave you. You are mine,” Naraku vowed as he watched over the sleeping camp. He would not attack this night. Tonight he would just watch his beloved exinatinator.
~*~* Owari *~*~
Memories of the Fire He Started
Sango sighed as she stared into the campfire. Kagome and Shippo lay curled in her sleeping bag, while Miroku leaned against the trunk of a tree, his staff across his sed sed legs. InuYasha lay snoozing in a tree. She was now alone with her thoughts, with the memories of Naraku’s deception.
[Flashback]
She’d awoken in a room, her wounds cleaned and dressed. She could faintly hear the voices of the lord and his servant outside her room. She’d vowed to kill tInuYInuYasha hanyou that had destroyed her people, but the lord Kagewaki (is that how it’s spelled?) had requested she rest one more night before venturing out. Now she lay on the soft futon the lord had so kindly provided, staring sleeplessly at the ceiling.
“You are still awake, I see,” the lord’s soft voice floated through the air.
S mov moved her head to see the young lord kneeling beside her. “Hai, why are you here?”
“I felt a need to check on you. Are you feeling well?”
“A little, fine enough to hunt down that hanyou bastard!”
Kagewaki nodded. “So you cannot be deterred from this mission?”
Sango shook her head.
The young lord sighed softly and gently touched her cheek. “One so lovely should not feel such hatred and sorrow.”
Sango froze. No man had ever said such things to her. Most men were intimidated by her strength. She stared dazedly into the young lord’s rust colored eyes. He was so handsome, and yet he called her beautiful. Slowly, she sat up, her sheet gently falling from her bound chest into her lap. “Y-you think me lovely?”
Kagewaki smiled. “But of course. Who could not? Such strength is most exotic and enticing in a woman.”
Sango could feel her face burn red as she shyly looked away from the young lord’s eyes. “No one has ever told me so.”
Kagewaki smiled again and gently tipped her face back to his. “Then all those that have not are fools,” he whispered softly before rushrushed his silky lips against hers.
Sango gasped slightly as he pressed his lips harder against hers in a chaste kiss. She then sighed as one of his hands danced along her spine, whilst the other tipped her head back further so his lips could gain better purchase.
Slowly, the pair fell against the soft futon, Kagewaki’s body covering hers. Sango moaned as he gently trailed kisses down the slope of her neck. Usually, she was not this forward with a man, far more shy, but with him, she felt as though all inhibitions could be thrown aside. Her firm, tanned legs moved slowly up the sides of the young lord, her fine hairs brushing sensuously against the fabric of his sleeping yukata.
Before she could think, his robe was discarded and both were under the sheets, the young lord, teasing her body gently as a strange, gnawing ache built in her body.
“My lord!” she gasped as his hands brushed against the aching peaks of her, now unbound, breasts.
“Sango,” the young lord groaned against her skin as he pressed his hardness into her stomach.
Sango moaned as the ache built, now a burning need. She wanted him, she needed him to quench this burning lust for the young lord. “Onegi, my lord. Onegi,” she pleaded softly.
She could feel Kagewaki smile against her shoulder as he positioned himself at her entrance. “Are you certain? This may hurt, my dear,” he said as he lifted his head and stared into her dazed, lust filled eyes of russet.
Sango nodded, she needed him. “Onegi.”
Kagewaki nodded, his rust colored eyes now crimson with need. “As you wish, my dearest,” he said as he swiftly impaled her body with his manhood.
Sango clenched her teeth as she felt her maidenhead rip asunder. She could feel a few burning tears escape her eyes, only to be kissed away by the man above her. “Tell me when you are ready, Sango-chan.”
After a while, the pain seemed to fade, Sango lifted her hips slightly, in experiment, and moaned as he slipped deeper inside her. “Oh Kami!” she gasped.
Kagewaki felt his eyes roll back slightly as he moved further within her. Taking that as a sign that she was ready, he began to thrust in and out of her, to the pleasure of both parties.
Sango moaned and mewled as the ache returned with full force, burning away at her loins as he slammed his body within hers. She was sure she would feel sore in the morn, but she did not care. She felt as though fires were being lit within her as they continued, her thighs pressing against her stomach as her knees hung over the young lord’s shoulders. She did not want this to stop, but she also wanted to know what this burning ache was leading to. Suddenly, she felt as though something snapped within and a great flood of pleasure swarmed her being, she shued aed and convulsed around the lord’s thick member, causing him to give a roar as he thrust himself deep within her and released a liquid hot flood of his seed before collapsing beside her body.
Sango gasped for air as she felt the fuzzy afterglow begin to fade. “Kami… I have never felt anything like that before.”
Kagewaki turned slowly to Sango, his eyes still strangly crimson in the darkness of the night. “Know now, that you belong to me, my dearest Sango. I will have no other but you.”
Sango smiled sadly to the man beside her. “Hai.” ‘I feel for you so, but I know I shall never return to you, dearest lord. I know I will not live so long. Perhaps in our next lives,’ she finished mentally before drifting ofto ato a perfectly sated sleep.
[Flashback End]
Sango stared deeply into the flames of the fire. She now knew that the man she’d fallen for so instantly was Naraku. The youkai that had destroyed he village and killed her family, and that now held her brother, Kohaku, as his prisoner and faithful puppet. And yet, she still could feel the softness of his caress, the deep feeling within his eyes. How could she hate and crave this youkai at the same time? Did that make her a bad person?
With a heavy sigh, she curled back up on her mat and drifted off into a restless sleep, plagued with the lustful memories of her night with Naraku. The camp now lay deeply asleep, unaware of the pair of crimson eyes that watched them.
“My dearest Sango. I did not lie when I said you belonged to me. I will have you, you and the jewel shards. Know this, my dearest Sango, I will never leave you. You are mine,” Naraku vowed as he watched over the sleeping camp. He would not attack this night. Tonight he would just watch his beloved exinatinator.
~*~* Owari *~*~