The lust of innocence

I do not own Inuyahsa…yea yea none of us do.


To warn you there will but some light BDSM, cause I like that kind of shit. There also will be some or maybe a lot of voyeurism. The story is going to be dark, so if you can take it leave. I will take suggestions as well…don’t be afraid…you can tell me your dark desires….Gyaahaaaaaa.

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Innocent
Moment………


Only the whispers of her soft footsteps followed her down the dark hall, laden with shadows of all kinds. The large, thick curtains of the bay windows were drawn tight. The moon’s light had been shunned as if forbidden to enter this part of the castle. It was a deep place within the castle, the part her lord would retreat to for weeks on end. The atmosphere was colder, morbid, and surreal…like a moment captured in a dark, dreary place in time.


Was she even allowed in the west wing?


Jaken once told her that the castle was old and held many secrets and dangerous for a human. Compare to the west and north wing, the east wing, where she lived, had been recently built. The west wing was the oldest part of the castle, where her lord resided with his mother and father when he was young. She knew no more then that, other then it was her lord’s refugee. It was his comfort place and she knew a few reasons why she should not be here.


But she woke up with the need to see him, be near him.


She had not seen him since he…


Her delicate hand reached up, fingers tracing the still sensitive fang wounds gracing the juncture of her neck and shoulders. A shiver trickled slowed down her spin with remembrance of that strange night.


Tonight had started out like that night, but tonight her lord did not come for her. She had searched the east wing for him, the library, his study, and his temporary quarters. But to no avail he could not be found. Then her feet began to lead her, the wound on her neck guiding her to this hall.


She could not remember all the twist and turns she made. It had been far too dark and one hallway seemed to blend into the next. But it was this particular hall that made her heart pound and her wound ach.


It was nothing special about the hall, but she knew what she searched for laid behind the large oak door at the end. It was slightly ajar as if beckoning her to come forth. She suddenly felt hot in her light yakata, uncomfortable with the material rubbing against her sensitive skin.


Her mouth was dry and her palms were sweaty.


“There is nothing for Rin to be afraid of,” she breathed silently, gathering up her courage. “The most Lord Sesshoumaru will do is send Rin to her room.”


But that was not a comforting thought; she never took well to her lord’s reprimands. His stare would turn so cold, detach, and she could see disappointment within his amber depths. She hated that look-that glare that made her so ashamed and guilty. But for some unexplained reason she was willing to risk that chance. The force that wanted her to see her lord, to be near him could not be denied.


Silently she swore under her breath, wiping her palms on her robe. With the grace and stealth she acquired from living with Sesshoumaru she crept upon the door. Another deep breath past her lips, she grabbed the edge of the door and peeked inside.


The room was dark, save for a few candles scattered about. She could not see deep into the room the darkness was to thick, but she did not have to. What she was looking for stood before her as clear as day.


What she saw took her breath away.


A thick metal chain, descending from the shadows of the ceiling, was wrapped around his pale wrists. His arms were pulled taut, and upright, his muscles rippling with strain. His head was bowed; silver tresses spilling damply down his naked chest.


Her eyes roamed the expanse of hard muscles and flesh, pale and sweaty. There were long, thin gashes everywhere, angry and bleeding. She bit her bottom lip as her wide, innocent eyes followed one particular gash. It ran down the length of his abdomen stopping at his right upper thigh. That’s when she realized he was on his knees; naked as the day he was born.


A flash of heat spread from her cheeks, down her neck, caressing her breast, and creeping past her stomach to pool between her legs. It was and unfamiliar feeling, making her tingling with apprehension and something she could not place. She did not know why but seeing her lord, naked and bound stirred something almost forbidden within her.


When her eyes trailed to the center of his body, a hot flash surged through her and she knew she should not be staring upon her lord in this state. But she could not tear her eyes away from the hard, throbbing muscle, as she tingled with unknown pleasure. She swallowed the lump in her throat and realized it was her heart, pounding hard.


Snap!


Rin blinked and flinched, not expecting the loud cracked of what sounded like a whip. Her lord threw his head back, growling in what sounded like pain…and pleasure. His chest heaved and his body was tense, as if waiting for something…SnaP! He did not make a sound as his head fell forward hair spilling around him, body trembling. Rin let out the breath she was holding, not truly believing what she was seeing.


Her lord, Sesshoumaru of the Westernds, ds, willing let himself be bound and beaten!


The powerful, regal, and coldly detached lord she known all her life, was not the naked and trembling demon before her. He was shinning in a new light, something unfamiliar, ethereal, and illicit. He was tame, but Sesshoumaru was anything but tamed, he seemed weak, and Sesshoumaru was anything but weak.


Submissive.


That was the word. But submissive and Sesshoumaru did not belong in the same sentence. However, the idea was enticing. For some reasons the thought of forcing the powerful Lord Sesshoumaru into submission made her flush with heat again.


She licked her dry lips, feeling the pulse of her body, but not knowing what it was carving for. Just looking at her lord made her achy and moist ver very private place, hot for something her body told her only he could give her.


Suddenly someone stepped out of the shadows. It was a woman, scantily dressed in wisps of leather and silk. The curves of her body displayed shamelessly as she stepped into the dim candlelight. She was in front of Sesshoumaru, cracking what looked like a metal whip. And Rin heard her lord whimper as if asking the woman to strike him again. She did just that, hitting him across the chest. Sesshoumaru moaned in ecstasy, his breathing heavy and ragged.


The woman leaned forward licking the hot wound, making Sesshoumaru throw his head back once more, moaning as he arched towards her. The very sound of his husky declaration of pleasure made Rin dizzy and caused her nipples to harden almost painfully.


Never in her life did she hear something so beautiful, so enticing, and so enchanting that it made her flash cold before burning red hot. Hunger. The desire she had to be the woman standing in front of her lord was like a hunger unsatisfied.


Rin ached for that hunger to be filled.


“Has my lord had enough?” the woman spoken in a dark silken tone, still licking his bleeding wound.


“Stop playing around,” said Sesshoumaru in his authoritative voice, though breathless and needy.


Snap!


SNAP…


Her lord whimpered in need as he receive two more wounds across his thighs. The woman leaned down on all fours, licking his new wounds as if his blood was honey. Sesshoumaru’s body shuddered as he groaned with a growl, his hips jerking sub-consciously. To reward him for his actions the woman raked her claws down his chest, drawing forth more angry gashes.


“Yes,” he breathed in a ragged breath, arching forward as her digging claws reached his abdomen and ventured dangerously close to his harden length. The woman sat up abruptly, crushing his swollen lips in a bruising kiss, biting down on his tongue and drawing blood. She broke the kiss with a moan, rubbing her body against his. “T-Take me-”


Snap!


He was cut off as she whipped him across the chest.


“Take me into your mouth,” his demand sounded more like a plea as it came through clenched teeth.


“So soon?” the woman purred.


“Now,” he growled dangerously, so urgent with need and desire.


“My poor lord,” she cooed with a sneer. “So work up over a mere child.”


“Yahiko,” he said coldly. “Need I remind you-”


His words were cut off by a hiss of pleasure as she leaned down and engulfed his aching member in her mouth. Rin’s breath hitched at the expression that covered Sesshoumaru’s face. It was one of the most eccentric things she had every seen.


His silver brows were furrowed and his eyes closed tight, his mouth slightly agape showing the tips of his fangs. The normally pale skin of his face was flushed a light red and covered with the raw emotion of his rapture. The sight appealed to something very deep with in her, making something deep with her secret place convulse with pleasure.


A surge of moister coated her flower, thick and hot, making her undergarments press against her uncomfortably.


She stared at him intensely until the boding of Yahiko’s head captured her attention. Rin’s eyes traveled down just in time to see her tight mouth sheath over Sesshoumaru’s hard sex.


Her secret place contracted this time and convulse hard. She bit her bottom lip and stopped the moan that wanted to spill forth, rubbing her thigh together to soothe the ach. But it seemed to make it worse. Rin also realized that she was panting, hard, and her heartbeat was irregular, too fast. She never felt this way before, but even though she was walking on unfamiliar ground she wanted to venture farther.


The heated growls and groans of her lord’s deep husky voice were instinctively hypnotizing. Watching Yahiko enveloped his glistening shaft deeply into her mouth while her tongue and hands worked on him. It was simply to mesmerizing to look away from.


As her wet tongue slithered around the tip of his sex, Sesshoumaru throw his head back and cry out hoarsely through clenched teeth. The rough primal souchoechoed in the darkness, heavy in dark lust. Rin pulsed with heat as the echoes rippled through her, making her shudder with a distant urge.


She could not grasp it; the urge remained illusive. The urge made her want to join in and the more she watched them the more the urge grew. But she was spellbound to the safety behind the door, knowing if she did it would ruin this illicit moment in time. However when Sesshoumaru began to buck his hips, thrusting his shaft forcefully into Yahiko’s mouth, Rin’s resolve almost dissolved.


The moments of his taut muscles at work made her blood burn. Sesshoumaru had such a powerful body, broad chest, slim waist, strong chest, and arms. She watched as he grabbed the chain leaning back as he thrust faster. Yahiko placed her hands on his slick thighs, grabbing hard to steady herself. Suddenly she stopped the motions of his hips and raked her sharp teeth up his member, biting the tip with enough force to inflict pain.


Sesshoumaru cried brokenly, arching his back as far as he could go, forcing himself back into Yahiko’s tight mouth. Rin throbbed at the sight of it, her body instantly becoming sensitive and achy. The feminine center of Rin’s body burn something fierce, so hot and wet…so hungry to be touched. As the couple continued in their act of desire, her right hand sub-consciously reached up to her neck.


Her fingertips trailed softly over her hot flesh, brushing against the sensitive wound. She bit into her lips harder, but could not stop the moan this time as her body flooded with sharp pleasure. Rin was to drunk in the sensation to notice her lord’s slight pause as he scent the air. But she was aware of his amber eyes suddenly boring into hers.


They held no surprise, anger, or disappointment, but his eyes were dark, with swirls of crimson smoldering hotly. The lust and hunger they held made the amber of his eyes turn a molted gold, intense and searing as they burned through her soul. The center of her began to convulse again under his penetrating stare, it pulsed stronger then before, soaking her undergarment with more wet heat. Sesshoumaru’s nostrils flared and he heaved in a deep breath.


Her laboring breathe hitch as she watched the strength of his body pull tight, his strong arms breaking him free from his bondages. Her heart stopped as she froze; waiting for her lord to come upon her, reprimand her severely for her insolence. But he did not. Roughly he pushed Yahiko away from him and onto her back, spreading her legs wide. He impaled his shaft somewhere deep inside of her and Rin let out the breath she was holding with a moan, swallowed by Yahiko’s cry of ecstasy.


Sesshoumaru pinned her wrist above her head, burying his face in her crimson hair as he thrust his hips hard. Rin moaned again as Yahiko back arched, the hard jerk of the motion spreading her legs wider. At that moment Rin knew what that distant need within her wanted. The aching, burning, yearning that consumed her flared tenfold, responding to her revelation, begging her to do something about the un-fulfillment.


But once again she was pinned under Sesshoumaru’s stare. The expression on his face was dreamy…almost longingly composed with need. His eyes were half-lidded and smoky, smothered in the flames of passion. What she saw in their depth made her breathless, trembling with a profound yearning, the clarity of the feeling was almost painful.


The look he gave her spoke volumes. As he thrust his body hard against the woman underneath him he wished it were her. His eyes told Rin how much he ached to be within her, feel her wet heat, and devour her being with the flames of his passion.


It was a moment of weakness.


Rin definitely knew she was not supposed to be there. She knew her lord did not want her to see the forbidden depths of his soul. The shock of her lord’s exposure pulled her with great force yet frightened her. Every nerve in her body wanted to comply with the painful need she seen in his enchanting, dark eyes.


But she did not know if he would except, frighten that he would become angry and turn her away for taking advantage of his weakness. With a torrent of emotions raging inside her she finally tore herself away from his beckoning eyes.


His dark growl of hunger chased her down the darkness of the hall as she fled like the innocent fawn she was. Her whole being reaching out to him, screaming that she too wished it was her…

Innocence
Compromised……….

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~> Until next time may your dark dreams become reality…

Gyaahaaaaa.